Eruadan watched him with understanding, this Elf Terran was one who detested the human race. . . 'Interesting.' Eruadan thought respectfully. He himself left the humans alone, though they were flawed and proud creatures he knew this was their world now; their time to live and learn in the way--as the Elves were to. 'Well, was their world; but now? I know not. . . The y will need our help to reclaim; but is that our duty, our purpose?' He pondered those thoughts quietly. "My friend, I understand your concerns; I suggest that we may get closer to hear what is being said amongst them. I know not what they may plan. . . but if your suspicions are correct, we may have an even greater dilemma on our hands." Eruadan continued closer quietly--they even came so close, that they were a matter of feet from the edge of the forest before the clearing were the congregation was set. Eyes widening, Eruadan sighed with a painful expression on his face at the sight of the enormous masses. There looked to be tens of thousands--given that most were the creations of the Nerco-Priests--of Necromancers, Vampires, Drow; and their whole was surrounded by a think covering blanket of shadows. Eruadan looked to Terran, but they were about to speak. . . .
Morias moved with the Golems towards the front, but the stupid bloke was about to speak. "Righ'," The man bellowed for all to hear--and to Morias' annoyance, given that he hissed and cringed at the man's words. "We are to strike the Eldar tonight! Any of you tha' are too scared are not worthy of 'er presence--" He was cut off abruptly by Morias in his impatience who continued in his soft tone. "We are to rid ourselves of a great and gaping wound in our sides, that has been our deter from the begin. Those snide and pompous Eldar in their purest state will fall tonight." There were jeers in the crowed, though others remained silent in listening. "Don't be cowardice and bury your heads at the fear of death, fight. Your death will only be a contribution to our efforts. Now, we attack the city of Aeri!" He hissed with glee. There was a great cheer and commotion as the masses began to charge forward. A small grin full of malice flicked across his face, the shadows hissed at the man's approach. He grabbed up Morias by the neck of his collar and lifted him to the same level of his face. "You do not command my army!" He spat in Morias' face. Morias cringed with disgust at the man's fowl breath. Angry, he thrust his clawed fingers around the man's hand and crushed it, causing the bones to crack. "If I were you, this one would suggest releasing your grip, nebbish fool." He said in a deadly whisper, crushing his hand even more. A shard of bone split through the tough skin and a trickle of blood began to flow down his arm. The bloke released him and looked down at his hand in confused anger, and walked away with the rest of the crowds. Morias' gaze followed him with deep loathing, but he too followed the group in the rear.
Eruadan looked to Terran with concern. "I must ask you to go back to the others--to warn them, fight with them. . . I know the way from here and one of us must continue." He said in concern, a hint of authority lingered in his voice. The masses were heading their way.
Alyra quickly ran up the stairs of the fire escape to the top of the roof. She ran across to the other side of the roof where the rat was sitting, looking up in the sky. Alyra reached the rat before Artim and glanced up too. Alyra had to take a double look and almost dropped the rodent in surprise. "Oh, my. . . Artim, what is that?!" She whispered with a worried tone. The thing the rat-and now Alyra- were looking at was an odd looking woman garbed in black, hovering over fifty feet in the sky. Dark creatures were gathered around her and the dragons were at her side. Alyra looked to Artim in fearful concern.
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