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“Well with fighting comes conquest and with conque comes death.” Grant looked at the table, examining the map, “famine will fit in there somewhere.” He chuckled

"hehe," Hull chuckled. "Well Strife, welcome to my room in this Tavern I found aka my temporary base of operation until we can get some proper defences into this town or move into a better a building." He jokingly said.

“Those recruits have no idea do they? Who you are even?” Grant asked, turning to hull.

"The less they know, the more it benefits us. I drill our ideals into their heads, harshly, and with great efficiency. And once they finally grasped it, they will truly become a well oil-machine. I will spare you the details but the younger recruits I have found will accept it however its the older one that won't accept ideas we have strived for. But Walker I know you ain't interested in what I have to say but please consider what I am doing will only benefit us in the long run." He said turning his head from the map to Grant.

“Yea yea whatever.” Grant waved him off, “what do we do now while we are waiting?”

Strife would say, "We would have to lay low. Lawernce, continue finding what info you can find. But other than that, help the people.No matter what."

"Right. But I do need to head out soon. South of here is another village and I plan to recruit even more so I will be gone a couple of days. I will get even more men for our mercenary and set an outpost to add a messager's post and a recruitment center and expand my area of influence into the region." He said to Strife.

Having to use magic and wear extreme amounts of clothing merely to pass off as human was terrible. Plus, it was hard to have good fashion sense when you had to wear large shirts and loose, baggy pants all the time.

Bos was there because of a rather serious report sent a while back by a ‘spy’ within the country. Spy wasn’t really a good word. . . . More like some there to make sure things were going okay. If anything happened that could possibly spread overseas and affect Bos’ kingdom they’d report it. Then the council would decide which of the Heavenly/Seven virtues to and and scope it out.

Normally Bos would be on of the last resorts, but most of the others were already busy. Not to mention the report had been rather convincing in the severity of the situation.

Bos would use more magic to make her appearance easier to hide, it ran in her genetics, but surprisingly she preferred to save her energy for more bigger spells. Her main ability was stock piling. The more time she stayed neutral and the less magic she used the more she gained over time. Not to mention there was no limit to how much she could store. It’d been a while since her last major spell, and currently the only magic she was using was enough to hide her middle horn and her tail. Everything else was covered by clothing.

At the moment she wore a large sun hat as well as dark glasses brought over from her own kingdom. The pants she wore were tight around her waist but rather loose and her shoes oddly big. While her shirt puffed out and was made with multiple layers so it wouldn’t appear all wrinkled. Her hair looked curly and dark blue, and body paint made her skin look a natural shade of brown.

It hadn’t been long since he arrived on the continent, and Bos had only just reached the current village. Now the search and investigation would begin. To see if whatever threat happening here was truly worth her time. If she needs to Bos would send a message via magic so it’s travel faster. Then a secondary Virtue would travel to aid her, and possibly more if the situation called for it.

Bos looked around her. Inspecting the area and studying her surroundings with a judge mental stare. Alas at the moment all she could think was, ‘Jeez. This shirt is itchy.’ Also, she was extremely hot in all that clothing. . . .

Strife would nod before heading for the exit. The plan was still there: Find the Sins before the Apocalypse begins. And find out how they sped up the process.

Once downstairs, he would ask for a bounty, and would sit at a table, checking his rounds and gear.

Lawrence remained seated as he turned his body back to the table. He started to calculate the distance between the many different towns and cities of Britannia. During this time he was calculating the marches, travel time between each place before reaching the north of the massive island. But he knew something else, he needed a spy network if he wanted to confirm his suspicion and the rumors that come to him. So he began to think and would stay there thinking of making a couple of fast runners for this to work.

Grant leaned on the table as Hull was at work

“What do you need me to do? I can’t be bored for days in end.” He asked, examining the map once again.

Lawrence still deep in thought said to the Horsemen of Death,

"We are within the South-Western Portion of Britannia, I need a spy network set-up and to do that I need to hire some fast and stealthy men. I need you to go around the other towns around this one and find some men that will be useful for the cause while at the same time not heading near the recently captured Camelot which held by the Demons. currently."

((Just chillin not knowing wot am doing))

Bos didn’t know much about these lands. Her own country didn’t have much written history about other places. There was even little on its own history. Most facts about the past were told through stories. So events often got mixed up or something along those lines. It was impossible to tell whether something actually happened or not.

Therefore, she was going in almost completely blind. It wasn’t abnormal. Bos wasn’t scared of the unknown, she simply didn’t know the best course of action. Not yet anyways. For now she’d lay low. Keeping her aura and magic out our to a low. So at best she could pass off as a semi skilled sorcerer of sorts. Or to anyone without an ability to real magic levels, just a normal person.

Being new into town Bos wasn’t sure where the best place would be to stay the night. So she began to wander. Looking for anything semi decent in terms of inns.

Strife, after hearing that one of the Sins was one of the previous Fairy Kings. So he was going to get info. One Way or Another. Even if the Continent will hate him for it.

He would walk out the tavern and would summon the Phantom Horse,and would set a course to the Forest.

As he finished his plans and routes he said, "Grant while you head to the south I'll head North-West to the Gower Peninsula. The Kingdom of Swansea is mostly uncontested there and with a large population of around 300,000, I can make not only an outpost but an actual Foward Operating base there. But I will be making a third base in Cardiff which lies between this town and Swansea. However, this room will remain as the main base. So I shall be taking my leave brother." He then grabbed a backpack and said his final goodbyes before setting out.

As he left the Tavern he notified one of the older recruits of his first mercenary group that he was leaving and once they gathered up in the next days, have march to Cardiff where they join the other recruits (once he gets there).

After that talk, he walked to the outskirts of the village and summoned his Horse and began his trek to Cardiff and Swansea.

In a few days time, Strife would reach the forest. He seemed to enjoy the place as the wildlife was fun to hunt, the berries were edible enough, and the quiet was enough to make his decision, and the

So the plan was simple, he would wait until the Sin came here, then would ask them questions. If they didn't answer, blow the brains out. Surely a former king would still care about his people.

A few days have passed (around 4) and Lawerence arrived at the Town of Cardiff. It was a fairly large town and was peaking into city-level but wasn't quite there yet. Lawrence had arrived a few hours ahead of his original schedule which a welcomed surprise. Once there he would de-summon his horse and walked into a large bar. There he would take a sheet of parchment paper and wrote and drew on it. It was a fairly simple thing he made but it was quite effective, it was a flyer that said he was recruiting for a mercenary company and any who wished to join would meet him out of town a mile away in a nearby farm.

After he was finished making it, he admired his work and placed it on the bulletin board, and left. Lawrence thus began wondering the town and watched as children were playing games and barters between stalls were being made. But something did catch his eye, he saw a warehouse that looked a bit worn down and said was for sale. There was a sign that told of the sellers and where they were located at and what time they were open. Under his mask, Lawrence smiled as he walked his way to the sellers location.

Meanwhile Bos still had no new leads. She was beginning to wonder if either she was doing something wrong, or the report had been false.

She sat at a corner table in a bar. Her back to the wall and making it neigh impossible for others to come up behind her. Not that she sensed any danger at the moment. It was just a precaution. Bos took notice of who came and left. Her attention focused as one stranger posted a notice on a board. They had similar things at taverns in her country. It was probably a job, and in all honesty if Bos was going to be staying longer than she thought she’d need to find a way to make cash. Of course she had plenty stored away back home, but there was no way to transfer it to her pocket. No way to notify the gold keepers that she’d withdrawn money.

Bos stood up and made her way to the board so she might inspect the notice. Mercenary work. Might be good. She could fight and stuff. At least that’s what Bos thought mercenaries did for their work. Plus, it definitely looked more appealing than the other jobs. . . .

((What does it say needs to be done to contact ppls and stuff??))

War would eventually find the Sellers place as the door was slightly opened. Lawrence entered through the door and into an office like area, he looked around heard noises in the back wonder towards. Once there he saw two men argue over something that he did not care about when one of the men saw him and stopped arguing with the other,

"Justin a customer!" He yelled towards his partner, "Sorry about, I am Winston and this is my partner, Justin, were a retailers firm that helps sell the buildings in this town of ours and I can tell when someone wants to buy, now what would you like to purchase" Said Winston. Winston was a moderately sized and somewhat overweight blonde male with good quality of clothes on and spoke with sopofiscated accent that was mostly reserved by the Upper Class.

Lawrence said to him, "Of course, I wish to get that warehouse within the south-eastern portion of this town."

Winston and Justin looked at him stunningly, they looked at each other and nodded, "Well sir... the thing is... It's part of a large estate that is a seventh of the town, you see it used to be own by a man called Zaratras over in the Kingdom of Liones far north of here but since his death, no one has claimed it as theirs and as such we had to sell it. But you're the first buyer we had to buy this place. In total it will cost around 30000 Gold to buy but by looking at your gear it seems money won't be a problem... But that place gives me the creeps for some reason but I'm sure you will get used to" Winston laughed.

Lawrence then placed his hands into his battle jacket's pocket and it seemed he magically conjured 10 Large Bags from his pockets and placed on the floor near him. The Partners were silent as Justin than slowly walked behind and looked for a map and the deed. It took a few minutes but he returned the map of the Estate and deed to it, he remained dumbfounded as he saw the bags of Gold.

Lawrence in his mind was yelling at himself as he brought 100000 gold, 300,000 Silver, and Unaccountable amount Coppers. But he carried as he took the deed and looked at the map. It was a large hold the Hull had bought and didn't know it was this large, The map showed in the Front there was large Gatehouse that looked upon the rest of the town and at the end was a large Manor/HQ where the former owner basically spent most of his time. There was a large Tavern, around 14 Towers, and many different houses that littered the Place. In total Lawrence estimated around 25,000 men can be stored here, which in his eyes was a win. And so he took all the necessary papers and sign the deed under his name Lawrence Hull and proceeded to head to his newly purchased base.

Back at the Tavern, the paper he posted was getting attention by a few former Holy Knights who fled from the east and by the younger males there who saw it as an adventure of a lifetime. The paper basically said that "are you bored, do wish for adventure and calling, or do you need money to pay yours or something else in entirely, if this you then head to Rabdrige farm in two days, its the largest one west of Cardiff. But if you don't make then I or a representative of mine shall be in this Tavern where you can be recruited from. "

More people seemed to take an interest in the job posting that Bos thought. Maybe the people of this country weren't wimps like most of those Bos had met in her homeland. There was a reason there were more specialty groups made with a powerful few than large armies. Bos just hoped she wouldn't be having to compete for a job. Not like she'd lose, but she would rather this be as easy as possible. She had plenty of magic and raw power. Alas her strategists, Abstinence, Diligence, and Kindness, weren't present to help her should she need more brains. To be honest, Bose had enough common sense to lead but left most of the planning to her subordinates.

Taking a deep breath Bos turned to look around the tavern. It'd be hard to see through her dark-tinted glasses if not for her naturally enhanced eyesight. She had no clue how to get to either location posted on the job notice. So she'd have to find the man who posted it or the representative mentioned. Who was it? Bos probably wouldn't be able to tell at first glance.