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"Wordsss can't charm a sssnake, thief." Adrienne turned her back on him and stepped out of the stable. "And lassst I checked, you were no king." And unless he stopped her, she would leave to return to her bed.

The bandit would pay for that. He had cut off her ability to scream, but not to fight back. She waited for him to toss her over the horse's saddle before taking action. He'd bound her hands, yes, but her legs were still very much free to move and horses tend to move when they're kicked or hit hard enough. Adrienne kicked at the horse's side lightly, not enough to shift her weight, but enough to get the horse moving... after all, she didn't want to fall off of the saddle, she needed to move with the horse and away from Jin.

Arrested. The son of a b***h had set Kaiser up. A string of muffled curses was issued and needless to say, she did not make tying her legs easy. Nor did she stop resisting even after she'd been tied to the saddle. Adrienne squirmed and pulled and pushed, testing each and every knot.

Adrienne wouldn't be getting any sleep for the rest of the night, she continued to squirm, pulling at the wire that bound her legs and the scarf that bound her arms. She'd kill him once she was free, there would be no mercy.

Kaiser was rudely awakened by some guards kicking in his door. He was only half-dressed and still under the covers when they barged in, screaming at him to put his hands up and that he was under arrest.

"Under what charges?!" he demanded to know as they began rifling through the room, finding jewels and baubles that he didn't remember ever being there before. And where was Adri?

"What the hell? I don't know where any of this came from!"

They weren't listening though. What the hell was going on? Was this a setup? Did Adri betray him? But, why would she do that? He was confused, and that was only made worse by the fact that he was still waking up. He felt a hand grab him, pulling him out of ******** this!

Kaiser always had an Ace up his sleeve, and in the times that he didn't have any sleeves, he always had a spare tucked in his boxers. He pulled an Ace of Spades out and threw it to the ground, shielding his eyes. The room lit up with a dazzling white light and the smell of ozone, electricity crackling everywhere and striking the guards. While they were stunned, he grabbed his things and jumped out the window.

"What the hell is going on?"

He ran to the stables, intending to jump on a horse and get the hell out of Dodge, only to find them gone.

"That b***h," he spat, believing more that Adri had betrayed him for some reason.

A couple of guards had recovered and poked out of the window, firing at him with their pistols. Kaiser ducked and rolled out of the way, and made a mad dash to the nearest cover he could find. This was not a good way to start the day; and here he thought he was getting along well with the basilisk lady.

"I gotta get the hell out of here."

By the time the guards had spilled out of the inn and into the streets, Kaiser was gone, the only evidence of his whereabouts being a partially ajar manhole cover.

The Dead-men army moved closer and closer to the city, before stopping a rough five kilometers from Lament's gates. The sky was overcast, perhaps it would rain later. It would be fitting the occasion if it did rain. A battle always seemed better in the crisp sharp air that preluded a storm.

The army itself seemed to stretch across the horizon, so vast were their number. The atmosphere within the group was charged, their Holy crusade was coming to fruition, soon they would march upon the cities of the living and take them in the name of the Dead. The Dead-men were ready to shed the blood of the living.

Within the army, stratigically placed, were groups of mages, a shield raised over the front of the army to protect against any projectile attacks, atleast any premature ones. As soon as combat broke out, the shield would remain only over the Elite troops, the mages, and other essential parts of the army.

From the front of the horde, a group of twenty well armoured Dead-men rode forth on large demonic hounds. They were heading towards the city gates, once again, they were shielded in case of a premature attack. It seemed this was a messenger party, carrying news for the Leader of the city.

((********, guys. Not even a warning to let me know things are moving in here? Jeez... stare ))

Of course, shields wouldn't really protect the party from the force of Lament's main guns. Especially guns made to destroy pretty much anything that opposed them. Luckily, they weren't firing. ...Yet. Mostly because they would have never made it that far had someone actually bothered to let the author know what was happening in his thread.




Unfortunately, nothing could get within 60+ miles of Lament without being spotted by the dozens of watchtowers. The towers would of course spot the Draconis III well beyond that 60 mile start of the watchtowers as it approached, as well as the army itself. If it was as big as one claimed, they'd easily be seen like a march of ants well beyond the 60 mile beginnings of the watchtowers. Thus, the Lamentian Guard would already be aware of the advancing force LONG before any kind of "messenger party" or any individual troops for that matter, would be able to be made out from the black of the army.

That little fact being cleared up, a helicopter would be dispatched from the city carrying two pilots, four guards, and an officer delegated with the task of identifying exactly what the hell this army was doing coming so close to the city. No "Messenger Party" would need to be dispatched, as the officials were already on their way to determine what was going on long before the army even reached the range of the guns, nearly 85 miles away from the city by the time they were within range. The standard procedure was to wait for the information to be gathered before offensive actions would need to be taken, however, the entire city was put on high alert as the chopper left.

Guards would swarm to their battle stations and prepare for an attack if the need for such things arose. The watchtowers were also on high alert, their compliment of troops arming themselves and keeping a close watch on the exactly what was going on with high-powered optical devices. Radio channels were open and waiting for the order to fire. The war machine had sprung into action, and sat ready to take action.

The Blackhawk helicopter would land not far from the front of the army, near what appeared to be a general. The four troops would exit first, guns in their arms, but not showing any sign of hostility. They simply wanted to be ready. What with an entire undead army just a few dozen meters away. The official would exit last and stand tall, his arms moving behind his back as he spoke, addressing the horde.

"In the name of the Lamentian Government, I hereby request that you explain your actions, and reasons for amassing such a large hostile force so near our borders."

The man was calm, official. He showed no hostility in his words, only a request for information. If there was a group that was supposed to deliver a message, this would be the time,place, and individual to share it with...

An army of 200,000 simply does not stop, no matter how well trained they are. The helicoptor may have stopped close to the army, but that simply meant they would have little time to run. The General figure began to yell in a strange tongue, unknown to the official, and promptly the armed guards would be fired upon, quite literally, as their clothes and bodies were lit from the inside by pillars of flame. The General figure then moved close to the official on his mount.

"We have a group that wishes to speak to your leader. Only your leader will do, we will take no less. This is your only chance for peace. If you do not comply now, we will march to your city, and kill everyone inside, starting with you. If you do comply, our army will march towards your city, and halt their march there until negotiations with your leader have been completed. If I were you, I would take this deal."

The army had marched around the helicoptor by this time, it becoming simply an obstacle in their path. A mage stayed by the General to look after the helicoptor in case it tried to escape prematurely. The mage already had their sights on the helicoptor, shielding the entire area around the helicoptor, rather than placing a shield around the army. The General cared very little for this small man, and surely this small man knew he was expendable to his government.