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Grevious had himself ontop of a tree before spotting Carmen emerge from the Crypt, from what his nose and eyes could sense was that she was cut, or someone was cut. Upon closer examination, him squinting his eyes, he came to know that the Princess was bleeding. Grevious sunk a thick clawed hand into the bark of the tree, sliding down, wood chips flying into the air as he descended. Once arriving on the ground he began the trek to the Camp, he didn't smell anything at this point, it seemed to many smells knocked his nose out of commission, he chuckled at the thought. Wandering through the graveyard towards Carmen and Faize, he looked to Carmen.

"Are they clear? Can we go in?" He merely asked, not caring much for the wound in on her arm. He showed little interest because he knew if she had gotten into much trouble she would be resting in that tomb alone, but not, she returned with only a scratch. Grevious motion his fingers to his Physcian, who immediately came running over.

"Grevious you're Injured? Again?" The scrawny old man seemed to walk like a lizard, kicking his legs up as he moved, he got to the trio and nodded grasping his long gray hairs that poured from his face. Within a few moments he was up next to the Princess rubbing in the same herbs, along with a few numbing opoids, into her wounds. He washed the wound with water and a bit of alcohol, a luxury that was not even given to the Officers in the rebellion. Mostly due to the fact that such supplies were limited, none the less the Physician began to dress the wound, applying three layer thick linen over her wounds. He dusted his hands off, giving a toothless smile, "I hope I did you a good service, m'lady." And he turned walking back to the medical tent that he had came from.

As the doctor began to address the Princess, Grevious ran to the Crypt of which she had just came from. He bellowed out a loud gut wrenching roar that would likely be heard for miles away. This was to address his people, they all seemingly stopped, looking to Grevious. Standing in the open door way of the Crypt, he placed his left hand on his chest.

"Brothers. Sisters. I know for the last few months we have been pushed hundreds of miles away from our homes. We have watched the Tyrant Magnus burn our villages, enslave our people, and ultimately, kill our Ruler. So I believe that this graveyard, will not only help us bring our dead to rest, but help those whom are living to be brought to rest. Hope will not be lost, brothers and sisters. And I will fight even if I only stand alone against the King. With this as our strong hold we may be able to replant ourselves within this Kingdom, and no longer be the weak link. So come, let us situate ourselves." That was when he turned walking into the Crypt, blade drawn, and at the ready. Many of the Soldiers soon to follow, orders were made to clear out any unnecessary bones or items within the tomb. Torches were lit within the dark walls, illuminated how truly large the place was, it was an odd surprise to Grevious. None the less it was the King's tomb that he spited, upon entering the room and discovering whose room that this had been, he spat on the floor, before turning back and returning to the surface, he still had to watch over the camp.

He returned from the depths of the dark tomb to look to Carmen and Faize, "You have an amulet that allows you to be immune to those golems correct? Take Faize and some of the strong men, we will need to use all three of these Crypts. Have them help you clear them out while I organize everything else." Grevious began to peel off his bandages, the injury already scabbed over and looked to be healing. However his head throbbed, as if it were inline with his heart beat, feeling every pulse in his head. He wandered off to what was his tent and sat on his cot, placing his hands over his eyes, shifting back into his human form, it still pounded, and he was beginning to become worried.

Faize sighs and steps forward."I can take the golems myself. you needn't risk your men or the princess."Faize looks to Carmen. "I'll return Carmen and when i do perhaps we can start teaching you some magick, eh?"

Carmen simply smiled an nodded giving the physician a pat to his hand from hers which was a rare thing being the law of one touching her was a crime with sever punishments. Due to this she often tended t her own health and wounds considering even palace staff were not permitted. Considering of her family she seemed t be the only one in good health and mentality it was perhaps for the best. She looked over and nodded her head to Grevious,

"yes this one is large enough and clear of Golems, However...it bares the kings name and its empty. Such thing is not the proper procedure or practice to have a tomb prepared for one who is not deceased. There happens to also be a few tunnels in the back I know where they lead ..with that in mind I would tell your men to proceed with caution. Other then myself the tunnel systems are rarely used but should not go over looked, The only crypt with a golem is Queen Celia's that is the only tomb I will not grant you access"

She relayed her information carefully looking between him and Faize before back at the crypt she thought quietly for a moment. Her eyes looked back around the camp and one thing she did notice, they were all men she paced for a moment knowing a few foot tracks could tip ff a few searching guards. She stood propping herself up her sheathed blade leaning n the ground. Her eyes watched the fences gates carefully, her face calm but her eyes lingered in thought.

"Faize, help these men gather everything and everyone they can into the crypt fast as possible. Once everyone is in I would like you to ensure Sir Grevious here and his companions stay with in the walls, I'll stay and cover the mens tracks, under no circumstances no matter what it is you hear, do not come back out here till I signal, you'll know what it is when you hear it"

Faize sighs."When you get back, you better get ready to train."Faize calls on a group of men and starts to work.

Johanna gave a glance back at Prince Calvin, who dangled awkwardly on the empty branch.

"Mind aiding me down?" the prince questioned at Johanna.

The guards-woman gave a chuckle. "You know..." she considered jokingly, "I could just leave you there." She'd give a mischievous smirk at the prince, as Calvin gave a frustrated growl.

"Johanna Mieadov!" Prince Calvin complained, with his legs kicking as if he were a young child. "Can you.." his voice drifted off for a moment, before the young prince shook his head. "Just get me down, now, you damned wench!" Calvin demanded to Johanna.

The woman rolled her eyes. "Alright, alright," Johanna said rather teasingly. "Just, stay still, and I can get you down."

"Fine," Calvin responded through gritted teeth. "Get it over with, Mieadov."

Johanna smiled, as the guards-woman approached Prince Calvin. She'd examine his current situation, before positioning herself among an area of the tree.

"Alright," Johanna murmured. "Just brace yourself for a moment."

Vygoren Calygarn and his lonesome troupe, consisting of 44 infantry altogether - 38 foot soldiers and 6 knights, including Lord Calygarn himself - were heading north through the mountains along a narrow passageway, following Princess Carmen and her party of companions to Montra, the royal mausoleum where Queen Celia's tomb was located. Vygoren knew that the princess and the lycan were not alone, but he kept his knowledge to himself, not wanting to instill any fear in his men which might cause them to retreat.

As the troupe marched along slowly in a tight formation through the quarry, Lord Vygoren and his band of Savage Knights stood in front. These knights were an elite special forces unit which had served Prince Relbregh at the Battle of Estvikt, and were especially notorious for their often brutal, albeit very effective fighting methods. Each one of them had been specially trained and educated, and together all six of them offered services that required vast amounts of wealth and fortune to any who would hire them as mercenaries.

The other thirty eight men behind them were the King's Men, enlisted soldiers of the regular army that were all expendable and received only basic training with simple educations. Few of them were literate, and most had never even been in battle. To make things more complicated for Vygoren's knights, General Vendrick had sent only the fastest riders to accompany them. This meant that while the soldiers in Vygoren's troupe were specialists on horseback, on foot they appeared to be nothing more than small thinly built soldiers in light armour.

A dozen thoughts ran through the duke's mind at that moment. Vygoren snarled at the thought of turning back though, his razor sharp silver teeth glimmering in the sunlight as he led his forces up the rocky trail into the edge of the quarry. That's when they found themselves at the entrance of a vast foggy graveyard.

The air was different here. The sun didn't seem to shine so brightly, as methane gases emitted from the ground caused the air to thicken, placing a foggy gloom over the entire cemetery as far as one could visualize. Vygoren ordered his troupe to halt before proceeding alone up to the nearest set of graves. He noticed two statues laying in ruins on the ground which appeared to have been crumbled and fallen over with age. Some of the headstones in the graveyard looked as if they had also been neglected and abandoned. The whole area wreaked of death and decay, he thought as he continued to walk slowly deeper into the cemetery, the fog thickening as he went.

Vygoren's men would follow behind him from a safe distance, watching with caution. Stepping over broken rocks and stones and skulpted faces, Vygoren started to ponder. He stopped, looking at one particular statue which appeared unscathed. He brushed the cobwebs and moss away from the statue's head to reveal a beautifully handcrafted stone face. It had the resemblance of a noble queen.

As he stared at the statue for a moment, his troupe caught up to him and one of the King's Men approached. "That looks like Queen Celia," he said, now also staring at the statue with awe and amazement. Vygoren cocked his head and examined the craftsmanship more closely, looking at the statue's stone cold eyelids. The men had already started scouting the immediate area for any signs of life, but did not find anything. One of them kicked over a stone head with the toe of his foot. "I wonder why all the statues have been shattered except that one there," one of the foot soldiers said while pointing a finger at the stone woman that Vygoren was staring at.

As the soldiers gathered around, Vygoren seemed deep in thought, fixated on the queen's beauty as he ran his fingertips down her perfectly carved shoulders. Clearly such artistry was not crafted by mere human sculptors, and Vygoren wondered for a second if they hadn't actually been carved by dwarves. "Grave robbers!" one of them shouted furiously, spitting at the dirt. "Vandals? But who would desecrate-"

"It wasn't vandals," one of the savage knights interrupted. "And these aren't statues," he continued. Vygoren turned to look at the statue's stone cold eyelids again. "Sir Laren is right," he chimed in while gazing at the beautiful sculpture in front of him. "They're golems," Vygoren whispered.

Just then, the eyes opened and the stone lady lunged forward at Vygoren with open jaws and sharp claws, a loud shrieking scream of terror bellowing from the golem's warcry which echoed far and wide like the song of a siren. The startled barbaric Lord would jump back instantly, gripping the hilt of his long handled bastard sword and driving it swiftly into the golem's gaping open jaws. His blade would strike true, and he immediately followed through with a ripping motion as he withdrew his sword, causing the creature's head to explode in a cloud of dust and debri.

All the King's Horses had fled from the golem's scream, and all the King's Men were shaken as they drew forth their weapons. Even a handful of the more weaker riders had taken off with the horses. Some had swords. Some had spears. But most of them had only bows and arrows. Lord Vygoren looked over at Sir Laren and the savage knights with narrow eyes. Amazingly, there was no fear in them. Vygoren and his knights had encountered far more frightening monsters on their exploits in the east, and although they were few in number, Vygoren's knights were not easily frightened. In any case, the threat had passed. They were no longer in danger at the moment. At least for now.

Carmen listened carefully in the distance hearing the food steps she quickly ushered Grevious and the last of his men inside the crypt. Once face had stepped in she offered her gentle smile with eyes of sadness and whispered softly as her voice would echo through the stone walls.

"Gods keep you safe"

As the words left her lips she tossed her Rosen blade knowing the blessed relic would protect them from most of the creatures in the tombs. Stepping back she pressed the stone on the wall closing them in for the time being until day light would give away the door switch. Turning on her heels walking away from the tomb. She stood quietly out of sight as the many armed men had approached the area and destroying her mothers statue. She made sure of hide any evidence of the others that had traveled with her before stepping out in the open. Allowing herself to be spotted she stood before the lord himself. A first for most of the guards to lay eyes on her that worked outside the palace. She wasn't easy to mistake her mothers beauty mixed with the piercing eyes of King Magnus himself.

"That's an awful lot of soilders for one defensless girl, has he called for head to roll perhaps"

Her voice was low and soft to keep from opposing threat. She knew it would be a deadly battle for the others. Unlike her father or brother Carmen was not willing to slow other people to give their life for hers. The king wouldn't execute her but the others were guaranteed. Taking a deep breath with a gentle sigh she placed her hand to the remains of the golem.

"Pitty, Father is not going to like that. He gets terribly angry at those who disrespect his queen"

The Omit were still standing by the pair, gradually sucking their lifeforces. Then Lucifers eyes began to open up, he stood over his own body, himself were seethrough. "What's this!?" He muttered looking through his hand, the looked up. Infront of him stood Baltimore, bodyless too.

"What's happening? Why is it so cold? Are we dead?" Asked Baltimore.

Lucifer looked down at his again. "Welp, I think that we are dead"

"Well pumpernickel" exclaimed Baltimore, then looked up at the Omit. "That thing needs to move it's butt before Ebin gets here"

"Who's Ebin?"

"Have you never heard about Ebin?" Baltimore facepalmed. "Ebin is The Collecter. Have only so much time." He looked at his wrist, it were bare, no watch. "Which I woulod think is around six minutes"

"Well we need that oaf there, to move" Said Lucifer, pointing at the Omit

In the distance, Ebin were closing in on them, dragging a cloak of smoke and mist behind him.

"Wait, why don't we just move away from both of them?" Lucifer and Baltimore tried to move away, but their feet were anchored in their dead bodies. "****!" Shouted Lucifer.

Then like a miracle send from the gods, the omit began moving away as Ebin were closing in om them. They began to get sucked into their own bodies again. The grass around them grew green again. The omit had left the area, and Ebin dissapeared into the thin air.

Lucifers eyes opened up with the speed of a lightning bolt. He gasped for air, refilling his lungs, so did Baltimore.

"Let's never do that again" Said Lucifer lying on the ground.

"Agree" Nodded Baltimore.

Faced with this inhuman visitor in the palace, the guards would hastily send for the man that they deemed to be 'in charge'.

Caspar arrived shortly, striding around the corridors at a brisk pace. His face was a mesh of worries and his frown only deepened upon seeing the dark-skinned stranger outside the throne room.

"You're a long way from home, Watchman" he said. "I pray that it is only good tidings that have brought you here. Come, let us talk in private."

He would usher Faedkyn through the double doors and off into the secretive walls of the Council chambers. Once there, he made for bookshelf by the far wall to retrieve something from a secreted compartment in the shelves. He turned back around, holding a glassy bottle of brown liquid and two goblets.

"I suspect - from the urgency of your message - that liquor is going to be needed for this. Do you drink?"

Caspar would set the goblets down on the hard-oak table and pour a drink for himself - and his guest, if the offer was accepted.

"My guards tell me that you bear news about Relbregh-?"

Caspar drained his goblet, grimacing as the potent liquid burned his throat. He immediately set about refilling the cup.

"I'd dare to hope that is good news, but I cannot imagine that our Prince would send one of your kind if it was. So, lay it on me - what darkens our doorstep this day?"

Faize rests in the crypt lighting the halls with low light from his magick flames.

A thick clawed hand bared a fist until blood began to fall from his hand to the ground. He could smell the stench of which the Royal army had brought. Grevious couldn't quite identify the amount of people that were outside of the Crypt, but he could pick up their scent. However he needed to know the health of his men, as well how long they could handle staying within the Crypts, the dense hair would sure take its toll on the wounded. But none the less the Lycan wandered through the halls, counting some of his healthy, having some of his most Senior Officers help him with the head count. After nearly ten or twenty minutes, a collaborated count of 350 able bodied soldiers were able to fight, 450 soldiers were wounded however were well enough to fight, the last 700 troops were still severely wounded and were either fighting for their life or on the way to recovery. He couldn't handle a half strength assault from 200 of the Kings men at this moment. Grevious walked over to the beginning of the Crypt, at the bottom of the staircase of which goes to the surface, he sat on a catacomb, looking up at the closed door, the glare of a torch burning the corner of his eye, however his gaze neverbreaking.

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Mean While

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Luciel climbed atop a large cart, with a larger cage on the back, filled with almost thirty or forty prisoners, along behind him were four more of these carts. Although it had been a short amount of time, his leg had healed due to his peoples, condition. Some calling his people the living dead, it never hurt business however. Two Bit had the hopes that the Village would have been cleared out by the time he would arrive so they could begin burning the village, and continue with digging. Upon Luciel's travels into this new land, he came across this village and spent nearly seven days at the tavern, to study the town's income source, the Quarry. He had closely examined it, even delving into the pits itself, finding many different minerals and bits of jems, unknown to the peoples of these lands, and even to Luciel himself. This was why he wanted Gullred, this place was going to bring in the needed amount of funding to expand his company, perhaps hire more of his people to protect him.

Two Bit had all the Carts together, moving through paths already made by previous travelers. Within two hours, you could smell the fire within the air, it was carried through the brush like a lady's perfume of which was much to strong for anyone's liking. It would burn the eyes of many of the slaves merely because Luciel's people did not rely as heavily on water, it was needed in order to survive in the Desert.

Drakus rode ontop of a hill overlooking the Village of Gulred, a vile grin began to grow onto his face. "Skinmen, go in from East, some come with me." The Northmen grabbed his hatchet from his waist and pulled a steel shortsword from his waist on the other side. The East side of the village first came to see the band of 15 red dressed bandits, armed with curved blades, and crossbows with inflamed arrows. Many of them first firing their ranged weapons at houses and larger buildings, the resistance of the town began to emerge, a militia of nearly fifty men, however some only armed with small knives or pickaxes. These men charged themselves at Two Bit's men, but some were quickly cut down upon attempting to attack. They were not as experienced as the Mercenaries that were hired by Two Bit. Whilst the fifteen troops distracted the resistance, Drakus led the rest of the brigade into the sides of town, coming in through all directions, slicing villagers, or slamming the hilt of their weapons against the back of skulls as they passed by. Although some of these people were to become slave, so the troops kept this thought in mind. Drakus grabbed his crossbow, coming up to the mayor's estate, shooting a flame bolt at the building, slowly catching flame. Drakus' smile had never faded throughout this entire time, and infact he was laughing quite harshly, often having to spit blood out of his mouth because it would fly in.

They began walking down the dirt road, towards a little village with a sorta obelisk looking construction standing in the middle. Their houses were like short round stone cylinders with straw roofs.

"Wait, why don't you just teleport us back to the castle?" Asked Lucifer slightly confused.

"I didn't think of that, but good idea" He grabbed Lucifers arm then they went up in smoke. They had teleported into a dark cavern with a blood red statue of a snake with glowing eyes. "BEGONE!" The statues voice thundered through the cavern and they were were teleported back to the dirt road.

"That were weird, should we try again?" Asked Baltimore

"Sure"

Baltimore grabbed Lucifers arm once again. And once again they stood infront of the blood red snake. "BEGONE!" It thundered and they were thrown back on the dirt road. Then Lucifers face lit up.

"FARAN" He spouted.

"Who's Faran?"

"Faran is my raven, my friend, the one who transported me here. I will whistle her here" Said Lucifer and began whistling a weird tune. An hour went by, and Faran were nowhere to be seen.

"So much for that friend of yours, eh?"

"I guess we will walk to the castle on foot then" Sighed Lucifer and began walking towards the village with Baltimore at his side.

As they entered the village, the smell of sundried fish with salt and mead hit their nostrils while sounds of cheer and music streamed through the air, blessing their ears. The inhabitants seemed to be having a festival. They were happy, like none of the gloom from the country had hit them.

Carmen stood up straight turning to look at the guards after having inquired about the demand for her head. She knew the king wouldnt ask for her execution but played it to distract the armed men from attempting to search the area. She stepped forward toward the soldiers puling her hair over to the side exposing the skin of her neck and shoulders. Her modesty already at risk from the tears her dress had gotten from the travel.

"very well get on with it then"

She chimed sticking her neck out to give one better access, in that moment Captain Daniels had pushed his way trough the others. His had dropping his weapons as he quickly uncliped his cloak and with a swing the large man draped the fabric over the petite girl like a blanket. His hands gripped tightly on her arms pulling her to face him. His face was that of a scowling parent to misbehaved child.

"You foolish girl!, have you any idea what could have happened to you!?"

Carmens eyes locked with the general knowing the face well, before being enlisted into battle Daniels had been her main attendant till she reached an age where such consistent company of a non blood related male was deemed inappropriate. She frowned slightly seeing the concern that washed over his face part of her having seen the man as a second father in the years she spent ostracized by her own family.

"I'm sorry Sir Daniels, I ..was upset and stir crazy, You know how he keeps me under lock an key all the time. I ended up getting spoked by a few bandits so I hid here..the golems are harmless to me so it seemed safe"

Her voice was soft holding its sincerity in her words as she offered a gentle smile to the middle aged man. Placing a light hand to his face clearing her throat as she held on to the cloak pulling it slightly off her head.

"but I realize I was being foolish...I'll go home now"

Lord Vygoren watched as Princess Carmen suddenly appeared through the fog before him. A slight snicker came across his face as she called out to him from the mist, appearing like a ghost in the distance. Vygoren had succeeded in his mission yet again. Pride quickly consumed the wavy red haired savage, and now distracted by the princess's resemblance to her mother, he could not help but smile. As he approached her though, he would bow his head slightly as if acknowledging her superiority. He had a rather brutish strut as he bowed, his body language appearing to suggest a hint of sarcasm as he addressed her as "M'lady."

Princess Carmen quickly submitted to Lord Vygoren's forces. She scolded him however on destroying her mother's statue, warning him that the king would not be very pleased. Vygoren was a cold hearted warrior, a conqueror who scoffed at such threats. He simply laughed at the princess's warning, heeding no attention to her words. He instead rested his foot on one of the statue's broken heads, showing no empathy for the golems who he believed to be much more threatening. Seeing this barbaric behavior, Carmen would step closer to Vygoren, distracting the guards while exposing her neck.

But before Lord Vygoren could muster a slick response, Captain Daniels would intervene, placing a cloak around the young lady's shoulders. As he led her away, Vygoren would look back at the ground again. Sure enough, there were footprints. But the tracks led off in different directions and there were too many to identify. Adding complications to this issue, Vygoren's men had already started scouting the area and were making even more tracks, causing more problems than solutions.

"Find anything?" Vygoren asked his savage knights. "Nothing," replied Sir Laren as he walked over to Vygoren, watching the princess get escorted back towards the quarry. Vygoren looked around again, sniffing the air. He would disappear from the group, walking deeper into the fog. He followed a set of tracks from the princess, her careless footsteps leading him directly to a crypt. He stared at the stone walled entrance for a moment, looking at the hanging flowers and decoratively carved doorway. He wondered for a moment if the princess's accomplices weren't right down the stairs, hiding in the mausoleum's darkness just a few feet away. Vygoren readied his sword and placed his hand on the door.

"My Lord!" One of the King's Men suddenly shouted. "The horses! They're gone!" Vygoren turned around to see a young soldier in light armour running up to him. "What do you mean they're gone?" Lord Vygoren asked. "That golem must've frightened them away, m'lord." Vygoren scoffed and sheathed his sword, turning to walk back towards the quarry. He had forgotten about the princess's companions at that moment, as he started to walk back to the rest of the group. Without their horses, the soldiers would have to now take the risk of escorting the princess back to the castle on foot. This made the King's Army more susceptible to attack, and placed Princess Carmen in greater danger as well.

Lord Vygoren now had another mission, to strategize a safe pathway for her majesty. The savage knights would flank the princess on all sides, keeping a suitable distance from her while creating a comfortable path, forming a box around Princess Carmen that not even the other soldiers could enter. Only the Captain himself was permitted to walk with her. Lord Vygoren followed slowly from behind them, watching the princess closely with his mouth shut while listening and thinking quietly.

Carmen had a slight stare seeing the lord approaching the crypt keeping a stone calme face. A pang of relief washed over her seeing him return with nothing. She simply tilted her head as if she hadnt the clue what he had been searching for. She walked closely beside captain Daniels in pulling the hood of his cloak over her head.

One of the younger soldiers that had not been in the forces long stared longingly for a moment before letting out a simple sigh.
"Who'd have thought that old beast could actually produce something so lovely"

Carmen titled her head back offering proper eye contact as Daniels extended a protective arm tugging the young girl away from armed male that had opened his mouth. Carmen simply shook her head with a chuckle.
"As much as I appreciate the intentions of your compliment, I will remind you not to step out of line had anyone else at the palace herd such things your tongue would be cut out for disrespect"
The young soldier looked with an almost panicked face covering his mouth over with his hand. Thoughts racing of the punishments. Carmen offered a sympathetic gaze and shook her head.
"No harm done rookie, I'm not exactly the type to run crying every time someone looks at me funny"
She turned her head back looking forward, stepping carefully over the terrain.

Hours would soon pass of the travel before she knew it Carmen found her feet landing on the palace floor. As soon as she had entered several maids rushed tears of joy streaming down their faces to see the girl was safe. Carmen looked seeing the older of the maids had a swollen bruise over her nose. A saddened expression washed over as she placed a hand to the maids first.
"I'm so sorry"
She whispered knowing what it must have been from the old woman to her hand and shook her head with a smile.
"We are just glad you are home and safe"
With that she was scurried off to her chambers where she was cleaned up and dressed. Stepping back out of the room in a heavy red silk gown embellished with Rosen patterns adorned in the gold and jewels. Her circlet back upon her head she walked quietly hearing the arguing old men of the council room. She stepped in quietly taking a seat in her fathers chair at the table already been informed by the maids of the circumstances. She sat quietly seeing Casper not present must have been in a different part of the chambers the old men having not noatice her presence continued to bicker over who would gain what in the demise of the king. Carmen arched her brow and brought her hand down the metal of her ring clanging loudly on the table.

The footsteps of his enemies were heard from above the crypts, Grevious' ears could pick up the faint pitches of the King's men conversing with one another. He almost conjured the thought of a surprise attack on the Royal Army, even with the scouts scoured across the tree line, he would have them cornered. That would have the Royal Army pushed into surrender, but he hadn't want to risk the Princess' life, as her death would bring all the might of the King and country against him.

With a few hours passed, Grevious left the safety of the Crypts, he ordered men around the gravesite to cut down the Oak and pine trees. Many of the men who served the rebellion were often carpenters, militia men, butchers even. They were people of the state, and they fought for their beliefs. As was Grevious, but none the less, everyone began to get to work, constructing small watch towers and walls around the Ironclad Fencing. With so many able and willing, the construction of buildings went through quickly. Some of the gravestones were knocked over and made into roads, the Crypts were used for the hospital and armory. There was a small main house for general orders and operations, within the next week or so the entirety of Montra will be a military fort. The carts that many of the troops rode on, carried hundreds of tools and supplies. Not far from the site was a river that flowed downstream to the King's Palace. Patrols were set up as soon as the walls were being put up, a troop of seventy men at all times moving through the areas that outlined Montra.

Lord Vygoren and Sir Laren would confront with the other four Savage Knights upon the Princess's safe return. Unlike the thirty King's Men who returned in strict formation, marching in sync with one another using the same arm and leg movements, the six surviving knights would keep a more casual pace with the Princess, going with her straight into the castle before stopping in the hallway and allowing her to continue on alone. Vygoren and Sir Laren would form a small circle with the other four knights, whispering amongst themselves before Lord Vygoren butted in.

"I will talk to the King myself. You guys just go rest. We'll discuss this later." Vygoren patted Sir Laren's back, grabbing Sir Walter's shoulder before turning to walk back down the hallway. His pace was fast as he hurried to catch back up to the princess, who was now already halfway down the hall. He wasn't really in a hurry to catch up to her though, for common sense dictated that he could not scourn her in public. He would have to wait, but he also wasn't ready to inform the other knights of King Magnus' current condition. In reality, he was in a hurry to get to the council chamber. He needed to speak to Caspar right away.

Turning the corner, something unexpected happened. As the doors opened, a drowish halfling stepped out of the council chamber. Vygoren Calygarn would see Faedkyn Hylorra face to face. The two were very familiar with one another, being bitter long time rivals and competitors who both served Prince Relbregh Ashdown at the royal palace east of the castle. While the Savage Knights served the Prince by day, the Watchmen served the Prince by night, and Vygoren cocked his head suspiciously at the halfling as he passed him.

"Hylorra? What are you doing here? Who's guarding the palace?" Vygoren knew immediately that something wasn't right. But the dark skinned halfling wouldn't respond. Faedkyn just kept walking down the hall with his back to the rivaling Duke of Estvikt, leaving Vygoren to answer for himself as he vanished from sight under a hooded cloak of invisibility. Quirking a brow, Vygoren pushed the doors open and walked back into the council chamber, only to find Caspar already waiting for him.

The old men that sat around the table quickly snapped their gazes from their squabbling their eyes landing on Carmen's face her gentle expression was that of a piercing glare. Her eyes showing clear disappointment in their behavior she stood from her fathers chair hands planted n the table as she leaned in. A coldness coming from her eyes that could match that of Magnus himself.

"Your monarch is absent and instead of tending to your duties of ensuring the prosperity of the state, you dare to sit in here and bicker over personal gains should he suffer a demise"

The old men froze almost speechless at her presence an demeanor that didn't match her young face the simply stared one of them stroking his beard. Standing up slowly he scoffed at Carmen with a slight shake of his head grabbing a goblet chugging back wine he spat his words at the girl.

"you must be daft, if you think we will sit her and be lectured by a half pint woman. Mearly a shadow of your mother you have no place here anymore then she did"

The old man grumbled before nodding his head as if it would be the last word spoken in the room. It was a normal thing for such men of the council to not take the girl seriously. Most of them had not been fans of Queen Celia and often thought she had made the King weak in her days. Their thoughts of Carmen held even less value an almost few thought her to be some part left behind t haunt them all. Carmen watched their faces taking a deep breath gripping the table turning her head with a slight chuckle.

"I am very well aware that your slow old feeble minds cannot comprehend the thought of a woman in charge, but need I remind you in the light of my fathers condition, and the absence of my brothers. I am your monarch, you will address me as such, and I will not tolerate such childish bickering in this court. If i hear so much as one you plotting for the death of my father.."
She chuckled softly with a gentle smile.
"well I certainly wont execute you no, but I will have you stripped of your titles, your palaces, your power ..every vast wealth your greedy hearts hold of value, and you will be exiled with only that of which you can carry in your hands. Perhaps having to actually work for your life might benefit you some humility"

She stood up straight with her arms crossed looking down as the old men lowered their wine goblets in response as the girls normal meekness had been wavering away. Neither of them bringing themselves to speak or oppose Carmen tilted her head with a smile. Stretching back out taking a deep breath sitting back in the chair as one of the maids brought in a small tea tray. Carmen not being one t drink poured herself a cup with a slight sip settling her gaze back over the table.

"Well then now that we have an understanding, what are the current affairs"

Her hands extending out pulling herself a stationary with a quill and ink bottle, prepared to jot down any information. As much as she disagreed with the nature she had expressed part of her knew these men would answer to nothing less. Once matters were settled she would be able to check in on her father perhaps make sure he is eating proper meals and drinking something other then the drunken nectar most the men tend to guzzle back in these walls.

Faize had waited for a long time before getting up. To Grevious he said one word."Stay" He then becomes fire and leaks out of the crypt knowing he would be disobeying an order. Then second he got out he pulled a mirage over him, turning himself invisible and went to the castle to watch over Carmen.

The village were bustling with life and joy. Strings with vibrant colored paper cutouts hung from rooftop to rooftop, baskets of fruit layed around the villages center obelisk, and a few around the smaller obelisk that were spread around the village. The inhabitants were dancing around the midder obelisk, hand in hand, singing tunesof bliss. They were oblivious to the wars of their countries borders. Around the dancing people, were multiple table with people trying to drink eachother under the table. People trying to sell sweets, liquor, animals were there too.

"Well then, Should we indulge in these festivities while we are here? Like maybe we could get something out of this, plus we deserve it after getting sucked almost dry by the omit" Asked Lucifer. Baltimore just gave a silly nod, he were ready to get hammered on some strong liquor.

A beautiful lady in a green dress walked over to Lucifer. "A dance?" She asked, holding her hand out ready for him to take it. Baltimore nudged Lucifer in they, smirking like that happy little guy he is. She giggled as Lucifer took her hand. They spun around, stepping here, stepping there.

"May I ask this fair maiden, what is thy name?" Said Lucifer trying to swoo the fair maiden.

She giggled "I'm Matilda, you?"

"Lucifer Errat... Of Pruvia" And as soon as Pruvia were mentioned, the music stopped, Matilda slapped him, and everything stood still. "Get away from me you... you OYSTER!" She shouted and shoved him away. "You filthy oyster! Get away from my grandaughter" Yelled an old woman, holding a snowhite and bloodred chicken, while marching. She were pissed, so pissed that she infact placed the living hen on top of Lucifers head. The chickens claws drilled into his scalp. "Now GET LOST YOU OYSTER!" Yelled the grandmother and kicked him over the shins. Then Lucifer felt something grab his arm, it were Baltimore, dragging him away from the village.

As Lucifer were dragged away he caught a glimpse of some self illuminating mushrooms, growing under the winebarrels, the cause of this madness. The chicken were still planted on top of Lucifers head, it's claws drawing blood. Both of them were too tired to deal with more bullshit of this day, and the worst part were that they haven't even reached noon. Too tired to remember probably, Lucifer stuck to fingers into his mouth and with a highpitched whistling noise, the sky darkened. Them BOOM Farran, the giant raven, landed right infront of them.

Lucifer placed his satchel on the ground and with tired eyes he looked at Baltimore. "Crawl down in it" Lucifer ordered, and Baltimore just looked at him rather baffled. "How do you think that I can fit inside that bag. I get that I'm small, but still. is this some sort of joke" He asked. Lucifer just looked at him dead eyed then crawled down in it, with the chicken on his head. The dwarf were confused but still crawled down into it. Farran took the satchel in its beak and took off. It sored through the sky.