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Carmen looked up seeing the graveyard she stood stepping out of the carriage carefully. Her hand lingered on the wood before going to step forward. Her hand gripping tightly to her blade.

"There are golems placed around Queen Celias tomb, 10 to be precise, to pass one needs a blessed item from the summoner"

She took a deep breath stepping into the graveyard ahead waiting for no one to follow. Her feet bringing her into the clearing she stood silently hand gripping her Rosen blade tightly. The sound of cracking stone as the placed statues began to move wielding their swords. Expressionless stone faces as they went to charge on Carmen.

Carmen glanced up with her blue eyes knowing the movements from one of her studied. She knew what creatures the royal family had and what purpose they served. As the stone beasts moved closer she unsheathed her blade. Holding it firmly swinging into a spin slicing through five of the statues. Turning to block a swing from one statue inpaticular that bared her mothers face. Her stance stayed firm pushing back against the attack.
"Fortunately"
She flipped her blade tapping it to the stone forehead. The stone quickly freezing back into its place. Spinning to spot the other four blade out and ready.
"Every rose be it plant or carved my father has blessed before it is presented to me, including my sword"

Faize grunts."I may be joining but i still intend to teach you. Remember what i said about making your own stance to cover your weaknesses and boosts your strengths."Faize looks at the downed golems."If they were any faster and smarter you'd ave been screwed."Faize glances at the others moving closer to the group and he draws his blade."Princess i think i'll deal with the others unless you want to stop them."

With the mention of ten Golemns Grevious sped into action along with Carmen, he was seven feet tall when he was in his Lycan form, if the princess intended on fighting alone, she was wrong. The armored wolf walked into the clearing, unsheathing his cutlass and wandering into the masses, one of the stone soldiers walked towards Grevious slicing a sword at his shoulder, though he was not fast with all his clad armor on, he side stepped slamming his armored boot into the side of the stone guardian's leg, and then slashing his head at the neck. His blade protested the action, but the head flew off with a cloud of stone and dust behind it. Grevious held his blade, "You will not fight alone when you are with me and my people. Though some of us are peasants, we have been fighting for as many as seventeen years." He said this in spite, as some of those who fought for seventeen years, were nearly into their fifties, and were not as fast, but talented swordsmen. Grevious held his blade, going in to assist Carmen as best he could, he let her have her enemies, but if the battle was to heated he would step in to assist, it was his nature.

Faize smiles and laughs."Guess if your gonna join man i'll help out. Gonna keep an eye on your troops style though. Perhaps i can teach them something as well."Faize's right eye glows red and his sword bursts into flame. Faize smiles and dashes forward with amazing speed even for a warrior like him."Faize picks out a target and slices the golem's leg off, his blade sliding through the stone like water. Faize swings his blade into the ground and uses that swing to propel him into the air. He summons many fire arrows and send them all flying at the golem. As the golem hits the ground Faize cuts off its arms to disable it further. Faize smiles and sheathes his blade."One down who's next?"

Carmen looked back at the others and offered a simple grin and gaze of her blue eyes, now clear of others she pulled her hood down. Turning her head back to face the one Golem left she placed her blade back in its sheath. Her hand reached up touching its stone with a gentle sigh.

"No one is to cut this one, it wont harm us now"

She looked behind the stone figure at the one tomb that was wrapped in vines and flourishing flowers. She stepped close to it reading the the carved letters, a single finger traced over it. She could sill recall the woman who was held within the tomb, every trait and action. Her hands dropped to her side as thoughts of why she was doing all of this ran through her brain.

"Vagtia help us all"

She mumbled softly turning back to the others and nodded her head.

"I hope you'll all respect the dead while here, I am not in a position to give orders, but I do ask that everyone resist any temptations to disturb these tombs"

as you wish your highness *he then turns to grievous and says* i have some... friends from my homeland i can get them to assist if you want although.. they are more greedy than i so they may expect payment of some kind. but they are skilled warriors and will make a big difference in the war i am sure of it.

Faize nods."At your command Princess"

When Vygoren and his knights had left for the eastern fringes, the castle was left in an anxious state; time was standing still, waiting for the fateful news that would dictate the Kingdom's future - either Vygoren and company would succeed and a tentative status quo could be re-established, or they would not and a full scale escalation might ensue.

Caspar, as de facto leader of the Council, was feeling this pressure most heavily. Much of his time was spent inspecting trivial and ultimately meaningless details of castle life, in an effort to distract his troubled mind. That afternoon was no different and as the sun was going down, casting purple-red lights up into the clouds, Caspar was patrolling the corridors of the North Wing. He had been trying to correct any imperfection in the decor, re-aligning portraits or dusting off the cold suits of steel that lined the halls. His face was a picture of worry, too preoccupied to notice the paige boy rushing up towards him.

"My Lord! My Lord Caspar!"

"Hm? Yes? Is something the matter?"

"Two things, sir."

"And-?"

"Prince Calvin has left the Palace, sir."

"What? Why?"

"He was with that guardswoman, sir. The one he likes. At least, I think he likes her."

"The uh... Mieadov woman? Was that it? Urgh, it doesn't matter."

"Should we retrieve him, sir?"

"Heavens, no. He's a Prince, I can't prevent him from leaving. But he must observed. Speak to the Huntsman, tell his men to watch the boy - but be discreet. That is important, have you got that?"

"Yes, sir."

"What else was it that you wanted?"

"The King's physician has asked you to meet her in the Council room. She wants you to inform her of the Kingdom's developments, so that she might update his Majesty."

Caspar released an irritated breath. He was not fond of the current arrangement: the Castle doctor had claimed jurisdiction over the King's own bed-chambers and could restrict any and all visitors to him. Now, she was apparently leveraging this contact and wanted to be a part of the ruling process. It smelled of ambition and Caspar was wary of such a stench.

"Very well. You are dismissed. Thank you."

Lucifer continued to wash himself, then dragged his cloths into the river with him. He cleaned the clothes from mud and shit, then put them back on dry land. He then took the bag and sealed the flap, so water wouldn't flood his travel home.

Every thing were washed, every inch of his thin toned body too. From the soles of his feet to the top of his scalp, everything were rinsed with water. Lucifer turned away from the shore.

"Have you remembered to wash your privates, my friend?" The voice came from behind him, from the shore.

"Wait a second, what are you doing here?" Lucifer asked, recognising the voice.

"I were looking for the man I shared my ochen' srednyaya voda with, are you him?"

"Yes" Lucifer turned aroud, and b efore him stood Baltimore.

"You did well for a man who allmos blacked out by his fourth drink, though an ordinary man on your size can take seven shots and still be standing on his feet" Baltimore laughed.

"Did I tell you any sensitive information last night?"

"Not really. You told me that you have been and alchemist because of your best friend taught you. You have been serving in the Pruvian military as a battle medic, though not a single cell of you stems from Pruvia. You once given someone the "kiss of life", though I don't know what that is, but it sounds kinda sweet. You have been raised in the cold of Pruvia by a whole brothel of wenches. You came here, not for the job, but for the oppertunity to have a major effect on the coming queen. You tried to make out with me, and we hadn't even left the room at that point" Explained Baltimore.

"Could you please explain why I woke up in a pile of hay?" Lucifer asked and walked out of the water.

"Nice dick by the way" Remarked Baltimore on Lucifers good sized tool. "Well first you walked drunken out of the castle, I helped you pass the guards, said you had a very bad case of food poisoning, and That I were dragging you to the closest doctor. I dragged you for some minutes, then a toothless salamander attacked us. It took you and the rest I don't know"

"Thanks for the compliment" Said Lucifer and began to put on cloths. "Then how did you find me?"

"You give of this sort of aura, probably because all of that magic that you are surrounded by are radiating off on you, it made a marker, then I teleported to it"

"Wait, you can teleport?"

"Yes, now let's get back to the castle, it is your first day of lecturing your student, right?" Said Baltimore, not caring to elaborate on the matter of him teleporting.

860 C.E... three weeks after the death of King Estvick...
In a mountainous rock quarry north of Castle Ashdown...

The time was midday, as avians soared through the skies above the mountains, the bright yellow sun illuminated the entire heavenly dome in a bright whitish light with a rainbow lens-like effect of vibrant hues. The weather here was perfect in the spring, causing pink flowers and posies to grow wildly out of cracks in the ground. The air was thinner in the mountains, and cooler too, but here it was not so cold that it became uncomfortable. The temperature was perfect for the most part, as squirrelish animals and insects crawled around or hid between the rocks. The gravel crunched and rattled lightly as a company of riders drove their horses quietly through a narrow quarry as best as possible, heading into a cavern within the base of the Mareshoe Mountains.

The fourty six horsemen were lightly armored to increase their stamina and speed through the rocky hidden passage to the forest. Reaching a sharp bend which would take them there, they came to a fork in the road. The lord in front would command his troupe to halt before looking both directions. He had planned on taking them southward from here.

But something didn't seem right to him. The horses were starting to act sketchy the closer they got to the bend. Captain Daniels turned to look at the barbarian beside him, who sniffed the air while gazing up at the mountains. A couple of Vygoren's men were also gazing up, while most of the captain's men seemed oblivious to any change in the lord's behavior.

"Is something wrong?" Captain Daniels asked Lord Vygoren, but he didn't answer. Instead, he nodded to one of the knights behind them who nodded back. As Vygoren hopped off of his horse, all of the knights with him also hopped off of their own horses, causing the captain's cavaliers to react with confusion. Was this a bad route to take? Had they been led into an ambush? Were the savages even worthy of trust?

Vygoren left the group and walked out into the fork in the road, looking around. He spotted a set of tracks going northbound, having a peculiar feature. They were human footprints which slowly turned more wolf-like as the tracks continued. Lord Vygoren turned to walk back towards Captain Daniels.

"Lycans," he said, ordering everyone to unmount their horses before unsheathing his large bastard sword. Captain Daniels turned to look at his own cavaliers, nodding to those behind him. Soon, the fourty riders unmounted their horses, all of them following Lord Vygoren and Captain Daniels over to the lycan tracks he had spotted.

Lycans were a dangerous species. Though human in appearance, they were actually much faster and much stronger than humans considerably, and legends existed of lycans wiping out the populations of entire villages. Vygoren suddenly felt a sense of great danger as he squated down to touch one of the tracks, using his sword for balance. It was at that moment he noticed something else.

There was another set of tracks, this time human. They were smaller, more slender than the others, and to Vygoren these set of foot prints appeared to belong to a young female. "She was here," he said quietly while standing up. He then turned to look at Daniels, who was still looking at the lycan tracks with everyone else, still somewhat puzzled about it. He pulled Daniels aside away from the formation.

"How do you know it's from lycans?" Captain Daniels asked quietly. "Not lycans, Captain, but a lycan. There appears to be only one. Looks male, but could be a female, I don't know," Lord Vygoren explained. "Whatever it is, it was following a human. A young girl," he continued. They then stopped walking.

"The Princess?" Captain Daniels asked with a tone of concern in his voice. Vygoren looked at the ground again before staring towards the road heading north. "Are you telling me, Lord Vygoren, that we are too late, and now the princess has been attacked by a lycan?" Captain Daniels was becoming anxious. Reporting such bad news to General Vendrick would surely cost all of them their lives, especially once King Magnus found out.

"Not attacked. There doesn't appear to be any struggle. They were walking together." Daniels would look at Vygoren again quietly while the duke continued to speak. "It doesn't make any sense though. The tracks should be going south back into the forest, but instead they go north." Vygoren pulled out the rolled up map he had tucked in his shirt and unrolled it.

"Why wouldn't she just go to the river?" Vygoren asked aloud, almost as if speaking to himself as he studied the map in the sunlight. Captain Daniels stood over his shoulder, also looking at the map. "Her Majesty is smart. She may try to avoid her brothers; And while your knights have crushed the rebellion on the eastern front, the King's Army has not been as fortunate enough to do so in the northern hemisphere... In the months since you and your men have been away, Lord Calygarn, the north has gotten much stronger."

Vygoren listened intently to everything Captain Daniels was telling him. He had forgotten how long it had been since he had returned to the western end of the kingdom. At least seven months, he thought. He wished Caspar had mentioned such things before he had decided to leave the castle. Not that it mattered, however, for Vygoren's route still would've been the quickest way there. It just didn't seem to be relevant now. They were already too late.

"So what do we do now, go back?" Captain Daniels was awaiting his orders. "I want you to go back," Vygoren asserted. "Grab two of your best riders to go with you. Tell them we're going north toward Montra, and tell them we found the princess." Lord Vygoren thought for a second as Captain Daniels started walking back to the group to carry out his orders. "Oh, and Captain..." Vygoren continued. "Tell them to bring an army."

Captain Daniels bowed his head to Lord Vygoren before grabbing two other cavaliers to go with him back to Castle Ashdown. Vygoren would gather the other 38 cavaliers along with his own 5 knights and go with them himself to Montra. "We go on foot," he said. "If our horses sense a Lycan, they may go into a frenzy," he explained. With that, they started marching north. As they marched, Vygoren noticed another pair of tracks belonging to someone else, but he said nothing.

Montra was the place they were expecting, Grevious was planning his next step. He watched his men, Faize, Matt, and Carmen all in one collective. The Lycan sat against a stone column that stood in the center of the cemetery, many of his people had set up tents and minor defenses, but they were only going to be there for a few moments, until the main crypts could be cleared. With the dead musking the scent of most of the rebels, he and the rest of the healthy men would run through the woods.

But he hadn't thought that was a good idea either, there were to many cart tracks, and foot tracks to cover. But he needed to hide their outpost, from the ever growing collection of scouts in the mountains. A bit of blood trickled from his forehead, quickly he shifted into his human form, a hand grabbing his wound.

"I need a physician! A doctor quickly!" A older looking man ran over to Grevious, the camp's head Doctor, Freddrick. He began to open his bag, taking out a large roll of linen to wrap over Grevious' head. It was a stitch that had began to bleed through from a battle that had taken place before. "Grevious, you need to watch your wounds. But what will this graveyard do for us." Freddrick grabbed a cloth to wipe some blood from Grevious' forehead, after the Doctor finished working on the Saint, he wandered back to the hospital tents.

Giving his head a rub before rolling his shoulders pulling out his blade, rounding up a few of his men. He looked into the brush and little coverage that Montra offered, sure in terms of defensibly, it was quite stable. However, it didn't have much natural coverage, a large opening to the base of the cemetery, many coves of trees separated the roads from the collection of brush. There was a main road that lead straight to the castle of ash, that was when a thought came to mind. 'What of the princess? If she was to run off many agents of the crown would be sent to find her, and return her home. Perhaps I should test her will of mind..."

Grevious is constrained with himself, he looked around the camp, running into the gavesite, he looked for Carmen. "I need scouts to secure our perimeters. I do not know if we are followed, and if we are, to cripple their forces into retreat. We will make them think we have 50,000 and not 1,500." Grevious chuckled to himself, before showing his emotions of grief, he was feeling the crippling despair that came with killing some of the Royal Army.

Carmen had signed trying to help a few others with their set up awkwardly laughing as a few men made jokes about her being a wife. She turned her head hearing the fuss about Grevious' wound she rose to her feet from having knelt to set up a tent. She walked over behind him standing by the physician peering at the ear. Her eyes set on the wound tilting her head to the side "if you put a salve over the stitch it will clear the Bactria and help the flesh heal faster" she whispered quietly "though I imagine herbs required are hard to get with the current state of agriculture". She shrugged standing up straight seeing the beastly man fussing to look around. She stepped up closer behind him with out making any sounds of alert. Turning to his side whispering close to his ear "looking for someone?"

Faize looks around and begins using his fire aura to start healing those around him as he walked the makeshift encampment. He watches Carmen leaving to talk to the leader but does not follow trusting her and these men finally.

The lumbering oaf of a lycan was slightly dazed from the loss of blood but he took a seat and beaked at soldiers, moving them into positions throughout the forest. He set up a secure perimeter throughout the outskirts of Montra, he wanted to make sure there was enough time to prepare for an attack in case of an ambush. As well he had reserves of troops sent into the bush, with the orders to return at the sight of fire, but to attack any unidentified figures. The mountain atmosphere was beginning to take its toll on Grevious, he was dazed and tired.

With his blade sheathed, resting his arms against his chest, raising a brow as soon as Carmen and he shook his head. "No Lady Carmen. In fact perhaps you and a team can search and clear out one of the Crypts, we could convert this place into a fortress within a few weeks..." He made that statement, knowing well that Carmen would show some dissatisfaction about the idea, but he was not going to misinform his words. Grevious knew that this position was a last resort, the old Commander telling him of a strength in Montra.

'If I am to be slain Grevious, and our people to fall, go to Montra. The stone walls, although cold, will keep you warm from the chill of the Tyrant, Magnus. Magnus may be crazy enough to destroy the remains of his people's dead, but the people would rebel against both the rebellion and the Crown in this fact. But it is a pushing point Grevious...'

His nostrals flared as he inhaled the air, he twisted his head, taking in another whiff, before turned his head south, towards were the Castle Ashdown would have been. His nose flared, and his foot slammed onto the ground, he smelled something, but was unsure as to what or who it was. None the less, he would have his people prepared for an execution party, if he was going to be wiped out in enemy territory he would do so til the death.

Prince Calvin gave a grunt, as the prince lunged up toward a branch on one of the trees that towered before him; surprisingly fresh with apples that taunted him in the leaves above.

Instead, he only took a swift grip at air, before landing back on the ground with a thump, and another ache to his body.

The prince gave a growl as he turned to Johanna, who was already working on her second basket, while Calvin only had a pathetic emptiness that took slumber in his. He'd look back up at the tree with a fierce determination that shimmered on his eyes.

I will get up this time! shouted a thought that bursted, and scurried about in his mind.

Calvin began to take some holdings on the tree, and proceeded to his difficult ascension up the tall tree that gently swayed once in a while; with dancing apples and waving leaves that came in sync with the gentle branches.

With a crazed look in the prince's eyes, Calvin took a leap from his position, and maneuvered himself toward the swaying branch with apples. Wind brushed against his skin, as Prince Calvin felt his fingers dig into satisfaction of a firm grip on the tree's dancing branch with taunting apples.

"Finally..." came a quiet, relieved word from Calvin's mouth, as he used one of his hands to pluck the apples, and toss them down to the basket. Every time an apple plopped into his basket, Calvin felt more and more satisfied with his gain, with the successful sound of apples swishing in his basket.

Though, as slow as the prince went, the apples soon ran out from the branch, leaving Calvin to dangle from his hold. He glanced downward at the ground, which looked rather far now.

Great.. That explains why it hurt so much. How am I going to get down..?

Prince Calvin looked back at Johanna, who was halfway into completing yet another basket. Hesitantly, the prince spoke to the guards-woman, who easily continued to pluck the apples from the other tree.

"Mieadov?" Calvin questioned through gritted teeth. "Mind aiding me down?"

Carmen stood close by eyeing the wound on his ear she knelt down beside him with out a word tearing a piece of fabric from her own dress pressing the cloth to the ear with enough pressure. She held her grip firmly for a moment. She smiled over seeing the physician walk up with the herbs she had mentioned to him. She nodded her head letting him know they were the right ingredients.

"yes those are the ones, Yarrow and Lavander. I'm surpised you managed to find some, grind them into a salve an apply over his stitches this time, it will quicken the healing process of the flesh, and soothe some of the pain"

She reached over tanking the lycans hand placing it over hers before releasing the cloth to him. Offering a gentle smile that almost resembled that of the stone figure that stood in front of the crypt thriving in floral. She gave a gentle pat to his back before turning away.

"I would watch your health, dont think your men would make it to far with out their leader. The older crypts are the safer options I can check them over, however NO ONE will enter Queen Celia's the golem that guards it will slaughter any who dare pass it with out a blessed relic, remain out side of that tomb and shes harmless"

She waved her ring hand before stepping to an old tomb entrapped in thorn vines reaching over and with a pull cleared the door. She stood back eyeing the stone of it her hand traced the wall before pushing on its wall triggering the door to open. Taking a torch handed to her by one of the men she raised a hand stopping him from following.

"I can check over it myself, my ring alone keeps me out of a golems radar, but I cant guarantee anyone else safety till I can ensure the crypt is clear of one"

She gave a gentle pat to the males hand.

"Faize wait out here with the others, make sure no one does something stupid"

She sighed out before walking into the darkness of the old tomb.

Faize nods and watches over the group.

While the King was undergoing his treatment, all visitors were being prohibited from disturbing him; members of his personal bodyguard could check-in, to ensure that he was still alive, but even these most-trusted warriors were only allotted a small window of contact. The only person that had any real access to Magnus, was the Palace doctor, Avery Fellwater. For this reason, Avery had taken it upon herself to remain up-to-speed on all of the ruling decisions, ostensibly so that she might update the King.

Caspar was not fond of this arrangement, but his fellow Councillors had consented to the situation and so he had no choice but to meet regularly with the doctor and tell her about the goings-on in the war-torn Kingdom. As Avery entered the council chambers for another of these routine 'appointments', she found Caspar engaged in conversation with a dirt-stained soldier. Caspar visibly frowned at Avery's intrusion, but he gestured towards her all the same.

"Captain Daniels, you might know the Castle doctor, Miss Fellwater."

"I do. It's pleasant to see you again, my lady."

Daniels gave an awkward bow. Although he was clearly trying to uphold the appropriate airs and graces of the Council chamber, he looked worn and fatigued to the bone.

"The doctor is relaying all urgent news to his Majesty, so you might as well tell her everything that you just told me, Captain."

Daniels gave a weary nod.

"Aye, sir. Well, my lady, I was just saying-"

"Sit down, Captain," interrupted Avery. "You're making me ache just looking at you. Have you ridden far?"

Daniels gave a grateful smile and sank into the nearest seat available. He rubbed a fist against the deep circles round his eyes.

"Far enough. But I'm fine, really."

"You don't look fine. Let me make you a balm for-"

"I am fine, ma'am. Besides, it's not myself that I'm worried for; it is Lord Vygoren and his party."

"Vygoren? There's news from his expedition? So soon?"

Avery cast an uncertain glance to Caspar, but the Steward's expression revealed nothing.

"Yes," said Daniels. "He believes that we have found Princess Carmen-"

"But that's wonderful news! Where is she?"

Daniels gave an apologetic grimace.

"We suspect she is with our enemy. On route to Montra. Lord Vygoren has requested an army to free her."

The Captain's words sat between them all, like an ugly wound. No one really wanted to inspect the repercussions of such a situation and in the end, Avery just swept it away, tucking it under a cheerful tone.

"I see. Thank you, Captain. Let's head over to the Medical wing, for now; I'd like to assess your injuries in some better lighting."

"As you say. Thank you kindly, ma'am."

Caspar watched, arms folded as the Captain limped from the room and closed the door. Only then, did the dour-faced Steward reveal his stance on the matter. He raised a palm for Avery to wait behind.

"We cannot send the army," he snapped. "It is too short notice and our forces are dispersed across the country. Vygoren will simply have to retreat for the time being. Tell Magnus that-"

But Avery would pass right through his words, without so much as acknowledging them. She gave a smile, sweet as sugar.

"I will inform the King on the situation. He is the only one capable of making such a decision, Lord Caspar. Farewell."

The arched large doors to the Main Hall would suddenly swing open. In walked what appeared to be a young man of about 23 years of age, his dark greyish brown skin and black dread-locked hair making him appear human at first glance as he walked up the paisley gold and silver carpet towards the Throne Room, obviously in a hurry to get somewhere.

Some of the castle guards would shoot strange looks at the dark skinned fellow as he stormed past them. Many of them had never encountered his race before. But he wasn't human. His name was Faedkyn Hylorra, and as his snakish golden eyes and pointed ears became more apparent they could see that he was actually a drowish halfling; more darkelf than human.

"Let me pass, I must see the King." Faedkyn Hylorra would hold up the palm of his hand, revealing a scar in the shape of a heraldic symbol. It was the mark of one of Prince Relbregh's night watchmen. They were the guards and frontlines at Relbregh's Tower, a force that rarely ever left the palace or ventured far, much less travelling by day. The watchmen were a purely defensive unit which generally only operated in and around the prince's palace yards at night. They were always present, spying, watching like ravens from the distance. Many of them, like Faedkyn, had made very little contact with other humans until now.

But the two guards at the door were terrified of Faedkyn, his snakish golden eyes appearing unhuman and unnatural to them. His dark skintone, pointed ears and four small sharp fangs made Faedkyn look so frightening to the guardsmen, they immediately lifted their halberds and pointed them at his chest. "Stop right there, half-blood! Approach no further!" one of them demanded while the other one prodded Faedkyn's breastplate with the tip of his blade.

Foolish mortals, always putting their faith in such man-forged weapons of human steel. Faedkyn Hylorra knew he could easily kill them both right now before they could even blink an eye. But the guard's prejudice was not his main concern at that moment. He needed to deliver his message pronto, before things got any worse. "Please," he begged them. "I must see him. I have news regarding his oldest son..."

Grevious gave out a bellowing sigh, yes, the Princess had an invulnerability to herself, however, if a war party were to have attacked while she was in the Crypts, we'd be killed. He stopped thinking about the negative that could happen, he merely wished to make his people safe again. Grevious wandered through the entirety of the camp, a large courtyard surrounded by a iron clad fence with wood propped against it to form a shield around the hundreds of tents in the courtyard. There was also the area around the crypts, which was surrounded by more fence, but more of a perimeter of a fence, before have three crypts all in line, directly going into the side of the Mountain. Though he knew of Montra, he never came to understand the whole size of the actual graves that were in those Tombs, the people whom were buried, none the less, he needed security. Grevious gave another round through the came before propping himself on a tree a few hundred feet away from the camp, along with a few other soldiers, they were the watchmen for tonight.





Two Bit sat on the step infront of his trade office, having a map open and he inspecting it. His hand cupped the bottom of his chin, him making sounds of contemplation, a hum here and a grunt there. Several men of the Carjak company stood over his paper, watching Carjak like a hawk. Even Two Bit seemed like he didn't know what he was doing, but he was looking for somewhere, rich with gold. To return to the King of this acursed country with mountains of gold, would surely bring weight to the merchant's name. His finger fell onto the piece of parchment, a small village to the west, with a bit of mountainous areas around it. "Gather the clean crew. We have business to take care of." His body was no longer the golden brown it used to be, it had malformed into dry cracking skin, and thick but frail bones. Carjak's face was no longer that of a human, but its corpse it seemed. His skin was a dark brown now, with many cracks formulating throughout the schematics of his body. The Scrappers came in view of Carjak, thirty five of his best and fastest. One of those men were once slaves, but he was beginning to prove himself worthy...

"Drakus! Drakus come." A six foot, heavy set man stepped forward and came close towards Carjak, a perminant scowl formed on his brow. He looked down at Carjak and clicked his teeth, Carjak simply wandered around the oaf, grabbing his wrist and lifting it, before moving to different body parts. When he finished with his inspection his walked in front of Drakus, and placed his hands behind his back.

"All of you, must clear the village of Gullred. I believe it is sitting on a goldmine. Take slave and begin the construction of the mine." Carjak knew that these were the Kings people, but he had to have some sacrifice in order to make his profits. By now however, he supplies of trees, workforce, and even a few personal guardsmen sent off for the King. A bundle of twenty slaves, five hundred twelve logs, and twelve of Carjak's hitmen to guard the caravan.

With that caravan set off, and he sending that Scrappers to clean out the village, Carjak began to organize his own workforce, to move into Gullred and assist with the construction of the gold mine. He wandered into his Trade house, grabbing a log book and rested it on the table. He began to flip through the pages, it's papers containing detailed descriptions of every item and person within this trade post. Carjak gave the book a long look, attempting to find out where Drakus had originally came from. He was beginning to become a new star for the merchant, having killed one of his guardsmen as a to prove a point that his efforts were being under spent digging out mud, and making graves.

He sat back down on the step, Drakus came from the far North, the man was mentioned to be a Warchief, yet he seemed so tame. Though vicious the lust for revenge and bloodshed had not yet seeped into his eyes, which came to be an odd thought for Carjak, shouldn't he not be wanting to ravage the entirety of this camp, and not destroy it? Had I broken him that well that he wishes for my best interests over his? These thoughts made Carjak stand and light up with bits of joy, a large smile cracking the bits of dry skin on his face, many of the slaves averting their eyes, and many of the guards looking like Carjak.