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"It can never be as simple as good and evil" Issildia said as she approached the bound celtarie, "Still you won't escape those bonds any time soon, so why don't you reveal to us...why exactly you attacked us..."

"There is a reason for everything, no matter how subtle" Issildia said as she arched an eyebrow at him, the tip of her blade coming to rest on his neck. "Now, why are you here? Should I like the answer you give me, perhaps I will set you free..."

"Then I suppose an introduction will not be needed," said Issildia darkly, before she paused, "I am sorry that you have lost your comrades, I have lost many of mine as well, the fall of Anier has scarred many...and empowered others, I will not allow a repeat of such things...that is why we are here, hoping to save a comrade before the darkness should take him."

Issildia then make a discreet motion with her hand and the bindings that she had cast dissipated. "If you should try and attack us again, I won't offer mercy a second time...I know of your plight, as being neither living nor dead...and I know enough of the necromantic arts to rend what life you have from your body...so do not tempt me to do so..."

"Demon, go south if you wish to live!" Archer screamed after him. "I think we should move. I think mistress Dragon will find us." He pointed up to the ring of clear sky, the only place it wasn't raining.

A Ryeran scout decided to break the silence "So, it seems Lord Nevar is coming here, then?" Another replied back harshly "Don't you call that a*****e a lord! The man has gone mad with power-- It doesn't matter what we say, they're going to try to kill us all for our 'betrayal'."
A third chuckled, "Indeed! Nevar strikes like a blind man! The dog stole his meat and he beats the post with his cane!" Khastur and the group laughed. One of the smaller scouts clenched his fist and stood up, "Hey but we'll show 'em what's for right? We've got Khastur on our side! I bet he could decimate half of their puny army with his bare hands!"

Khastur clenched his left fist and smiled, he had been found in the desert one week ago, stark naked and brought back to the encampment-- When he woke they held a celebration and gave him the lowdown on the situation. Khastur was commited to them, this Nevar was no man of virtue to be sure--and he had set his sights on Ryera. Khastur felt he owed so much to them, he had discerned that before what happened in the desert he was a great hero-- and could soon prove legend. They retaught him magic, and the art of fighting-- he learned quickly guided by old cryptic memories. But still, he did not feel he was ready-- the only thing he was was sure on, was that he'd fight to the death for Ryera.

Kuchane heard the Ryera's talk and left his tent. He yelled for one of their attention . "What about my brother and Nevar's daughter?" He screamed "I want their blood!" Fire raged from his mouth, almost catching one of them on fire.