Well, Hell had to be stopped. That almost went without saying. But what was its plan?

Not its ultimate goal, that much was obvious - the unmaking of order, the usurpation of the divine and total dominion over the Flower Kingdoms. Kalaya could probably guess most of what the Broken King had written as his last entry under the heading "Master Plan (Mu ha ha ha ha)", without even trying. No, it was steps two and three and four on that plan that weren't clear to her.

What the - pardon the pun - [i]hell[/i] had Hell done so far? Sack a farm? Steal some random priestess? Suck its own castle into the Wrack-wastes? Now Kalaya was no general, but all this didn't really speak to an overall grand strategy.

Eventually there'd need to be signs of a bridgehead being established, troop movements in larger numbers, attacks on major cities. Of those, maybe Kingeater had been the start of one, but that was just a pile of rocks now.

Now Ven - she was a part of all of this - a pawn in Hell's chess set to be moved around. Promised glory if she'd just reach the end of the board. Kalaya knew what had to be done about Ven - but that was only a small part in stopping the Broken King's goals.

"There will be no throwing my prisoner into the river thankyou very much." replies Kalaya, mildly offended.

[i]I won this one fair and square, get your own.[/i] She thinks.

"What about Hell?" replies Kalaya. "There is no greater enemy to the Realm, but I have no idea what they have been doing since we destroyed their base at Kingeater."