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Aronoth saw two people speaking to each other, a rather pleasingly looking women and a man in military clothes, representing a high rank. He overheard some of their conversation. What surprised him the most was that the man seemed completely unaware of the situation. The problem was, though, that they insisted on standing there while the rest of the group moved. He rushed over to them, speaking, "Yes, the city is lost in a war. And the soldiers will try to chase after us if we don't go now. So, please, follow me to the lake, we need to leave this place as quick as possible."

"My name is Aronoth. I am a traveler of the Wizemnigot race. How can you trust me? See these men and women, surviving innocents? See the group over on the end of the lake? I rounded them up, and all I want to do is see them leave here alive. Otherwise, you will just have to trust me."

Aronoth was beginning to get aggrivated, this showed in his voice.

"Do you not see the burning of city infront of your eyes? Can you not notice the steady stream of soldiers invading her walls? You ask where we are going. I say, does it really matter? We need to leave this place now, before the army finds and kills us! The more dumb questions you ask, the more likley we, the rest of the city, dies!"

Aronoth, noticing the most of the group already moving, ran off, abandoning the military man, edging the group along more quickly.

After ushering a duo of wounded Anierian soldiers toward the forest Issildia disappeared once again in a flourish of shadow. She appeared in the dark of the forest's edge only a few feet behind Streak and the one that he now spoke with.

Finally after a moment of composing herself Issildia moved forward passing by Streak and the stranger without a second glance. Blood and ash were streaked across her face, her eyes seemed distant and cold as she centered in on the frightened sobbing survivors.

So few... Issildia thought sadly as looked at them, before speaking.

"Dina!.." she shouted in the Anierian native tongue, "If any of you wish to survive this day then you will be silent!" she commanded.

The group of only forty to fifty men women and children became silent, only the sounds of a group of children crying could be heard.

"Now...we go to Terradova...there is an envoy of soldiers that will grant you safe passage to Keirdon, nothing more can be done" Issildia paused, "We have lost much this day, but we can not allow these memories to intervene with our survival...Your way of life is over, but should you survive this ...then Anier will never be truly gone...and that alone will be revenge enough against those that did this."

Issildia then began to stoically walk south towards the Ruins of Terradova, "If any of you wish to remain alive then it would be best to go south,towards the Ruins..."

Issildia continued to walk deeper into the forest and for a moment she thought that the survivors would remain, but soon enough she heard the sound of their footfalls as they began to make their way south, following only a short distance behind her...



(Anierian Translation~ "Dina" ~Be Silent! )))

Issildia did not even turn to face the one that had spoken as she replied, "You would risk giving away our position to get there faster...you are foolish Mage, for there are those among the enemy that would sense such magics, and we would have half of the Larovian army waiting for us when we arrived...no I think we shall walk..."

Issildia then drew her cloak around her slender form and delved deeper into the forest with the survivors in tow.

Aronoth laughed at that remark. "You think that my magic is the same as yours. Our races survived on the powers supplied from the Wizem, they are not ordinary, and they are quite powerful. And, even if they can detect such magic, what could they do? You do not understand, we will travel by air! High away from this surface are winds of amazing speeds, I passed by these ruins you speak of on my travels, and within minutes I arrived here. But, if you prefer to walk, I will join you and help protect the group. Unfortunately, it will be 24 hours before I can summon any more impressions than the 4 that join us now, but we should still be able to arrive safely. It is your choice."

Coughing a couple times into her bloodied hand Marri looked around the alleyway she was in, she could do nothing more, and she didn't want to stay any longer, the smoke was begining to get to her, entering buildings that she thought there could be people within, people that where alive.
I need to get out of here. The thought started to take over Marri's train of thought. Marri was in the heart of the damned city, she hadn't seen as many enemy soldiers or ghost-like apperitions as she had expected, but enough to be a big pain, but now she could hear them more and more.
Marri concentraited on the form of the little hawk that she favored so much, and felt the change, flapping her new set of wings and leaping of the ground the best a hawk could and was airborne, bent on getting away from the burning mess that was once Anier.

Amber could distinctly hear what the two were saying, as it was loud enough for anyone in the surrounding area to do so as well. The man had an air of arrogance and false superiority that made her stomach turn and roil.
She had seen many a good diplomat- No, any one with power, fall to it's enticement, and being consumed by it. It was never pretty.
"If you would care to notice our situation," Amber chimed in, her voice harsh yet melodious all the same. "Even with the sounds of the battle, a soldier on the other side of Anier could be able to hear you!"