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Hlairyn troops worked in smalled groups. Under the orders of the Nariel herself she instructed to enforce the follow:
Find all those who supported the vermin goddess and quietly exstinguish anything that might be hatching.
Locate criminal strongholds, weaken them, and then offer them help only if they promise their allegiance to their house.
And finally help and protect the common people.
Chaldor looked at his Ilharess,"Illharess, do you believe that this will grow good connects between our people and the people outside our clan?"
"Yes," She said looking out as they began to step out in their groups. Each group was made of five armored warriors, two mages, one sound weaver, and one seer. They were the best of the best and hopefully despite their small size they would be met with success. "I think that after the years of fearing the criminals and the growing force of the vermin lovers. They would enjoy a different change in pace. Plus they will see the good we do and with to help. Personally I think thats a good thing. Now then lets head back. There is more then just an army, recruiting, and building to do. We have to organize for the future." And with this she turned her mount, her guards and magical protectors shifting to staying in position, headed further into the city proper to make their appearance known to the Matron of the Aleanrae House.

Seeing the timely arrival of her allies Drejan and a few of her eliets approach saying "Hail and well met my fellow matron and ally, I am lady Drejan, matron of House Aleanrae I suppose you would like a breifing as to what is currently transpiring."

The mercenary known only as Ironclaw, walked calmly amidst the organized chaos of the takeover. He had seen it all before, when the Yuan-Ti took the revenancers temple, and again when the cult of The Elder Eye attempted their coup. And, like those before, Ironclaw was hardly impressed by anything he saw. He paused a moment to watch the temple of bones burn. Hidden under his helm, the creature have a smirk as he considered the futility of such actions... the gods were too busy to worry about a few structures on the material plane. Hearing bootsteps, Ironclaw slipped into a side alley to avoid a patrol of crimson soldiers. After they had passed he returned to the street and continued his search for an open tavern.

The troops follow quickly behind Tath seeming more than eager to continue their work a fierce gleam of pride in it in there eyes.

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Matron Aleanrae continues with "First off my agent in the field is currently handling the outlying enemy strongholds, our task is simple destroy the temple of snakes, then rendevue the armies in a combined attack on Kiransalee's temple simple enoph. We can already see the handywork of my agent even from here. To the greater glory of our masked lord, dark deeds, Lady Hlairyn." She then lets loose an order to her eleventh division to loose the fire elemental on the temple of snakes, watching it combust in a fiery example of raw power as the temple crashes down in a shower of embers and rock.

Quavidil had expected some kind of conflict to present itself. None had appeared. Those who would have troubled her, now fled at her sight. It was a heady and slightly empowering.
The wall of squad leaders were perfect and she was tempted to show it off, but she restrained herself.
When they stopped she saw more read guard surround an impressived armored figure. I suppose that is the Matron of Aleanrae. Looking at the figure, she cleared her throat and then bow slightly.
"Greetings Ilharess Aleanrae, I'm Quavidil. You requested me and I have answered the summons." She said trying to be formal and sound calm at the same time.

Quanvidil stood in quiet shock at the warmth of the lady. She watched as she handed out orders and then further shock riped through her as she was walked back to the House.
As if I'm of worth or some such. But what silliness is this, my old Matron would not have treated me like this. I would have been slapped to suggest such action be taken in sight of our soldiers. Yet here, she does it without care...This turns everything in a new light. As her thoughts took the shape turn too did the environment around her. Black shadows seemed to consume every building and it took while for her eyes to even slightly position themselves for better use. Her new mother though, seemed to determined and once the shadow descended. The power was clearly up for grabs.
Quanvidil had but moments before she witnessed her mothers haste advance towards the Former power of the city.
To be a part of House that wields so much power. I most prove that I'm worth of it. I will see that my mother never questions my standing or my quiet. Oh lord of shadows, bless my crocked desire to do well by my new mother. She thought as she confidently lead the guards back the House.

Ironclaw paused a moment in a doorway at the sight of the vampire, something in th eback of the mercenary's mind fell into conflict. one combatant denounced him as a traitor to be slain, the other praised the vampire's tact and power. both seething memories of another life. Sorting his thoughts, the helmed fighter moved to intercept their path, but made sure to emphasize that his action was not hostile.