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((FINALLY! time for some totally epic domination!!!!))

((Moria is attacking Aloura, Olisgarth is sending aid, The journey is long, so camping seems reasonable.))

Moria was a disgusting city. Absolutely putrid. Filth lined the streets along with the beggers and the homeless men and women. There was also no sanatary system, townspeople lucky enough to have a home through waste out of the window and others did their buisness in the streets.

Sait had deemed the purpose of Moria's attack good enough. Now all she had to do was report it. It was easier said than done, she was in the heart of Moria; just having escaped out of the prison there.

The magick that physically transformed her into the princess of Aloura had worn off hours ago, and she was back to her former self. She dodged sick men and guards like the plauge they probably carried, making her way slowly but shurely out of the city. Once the gate was in sight she picked up her pace, only to be bumped into by a street rat looking for something to pickpocket. He grabbed her dagger that was on her right side and took off, when Sait saw what he did she chased after him. It took a few minutes before she tracked him down and slugged him across the face, also getting her dagger back and a handful of Moria currency.

She ran her way out of the city and stole a winged horse, a faster breed of horse, and made her way to Olisgarth; not knowing yet of the attack on Aloura.

Drought was leaning over his desk in once of the few offices in Masyaf. He was planning the troup configuration for the next few... he didn't know whether to call it days. The suspected attack from Moria was as unexpected at the princess's kidnapping and Sait's actions (although good). And the strange man who helped the princess get away, who dissapeared as soon as he made sure the princess was in good arms.

He sighed, racking his fingers though his hair. He was glad that he wasn't to be the king of Phodard, if Masyaf was enought to handle, along with the troups, he couldn't imagine controlling a whole kingdom.

There was a knock on his door, but before he could reply Rafik (the Master Assassin) walked in.

"I just received word, Aloura is underseige by Moria. Apparantly their king didn't think too kindly of your mage's plan of getting the princess out of there. But she should have waited longer, giving us time to recoup our forces. This is what happens when you're trained by a nincompoop."

Drought stood up, throwing his chair back in a clatter, "Sait did the best she can! If it wasn't for her then the Princess would be lord knows where! You can't ask for more when all is givin..."

He trailed off, falling down into his seat and resting his head in his hands, "I'm just so worried about her. One day we're aquantences, another enemies, another friends and then we're gone. What's next? What if there is no next? Moria? This will be a bigger battle than the one between Eralth and Urvven, and look where those two kingdoms are- gone."

He was cut off by Rafik saying, "I received word that Sait is close to arriving in Olisgarth and has already informed Queen Rein of Moria's long term plans; your brother Sakre is back at Phodard and will transmit messages with his wife and is also expecting your report on troup configuration so we can rally and help our allies."

There was a long pause before Drought bowed his head and whispered, "She's okay...."

Moria and Olisgarth's men clashed in metal and blood.
((This is not dead, it will not die.))