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    Radriar looked around. The camp was packed and everyone was ready to move. He had denied the horse offer to him and decided to walk even with the snow. But he did have to admit that walking in the cold and only wearing pants would suck, and worsen his already foul mood. Somethings of a more disturbing quality had been revealed about his past. His mediation was showing him the monsters he once was. But not anymore...At least he didnt think so.


    The man scowled and kicked the trunk of a tree lightly. Eager to leave this place behind and take his mind off everything troubling him. A long walk would be perfect for that.

    Lennox wasn't sure if there was any jealous tone in his voice. "Yes." She said, softly. "There has been mention of some sort of identified animals near us, and the snow storm is closing in. We have to get moving now." Lennox re-capped quickly. She was known to get things done quickly if need be. Her speed of voice especially expressed so.

    "Well, give the order," Zygax said with a slight smile, giving the power he had the night before back to her amused him. "I will gladly kill the said unidentified beast," he muttered, somewhat happily.

    Lennox caught his muttering and smirked. "Will do. Not that I need permission." She teased, turning on her horse. Her job was to be in charge, but later in the night she was Zygax's- and her duty was to submit. She found it freeing to give herself up. Lennox gave a battle cry, raising her arm and her horse charged forth in front of the lined men and travellers. Dust was picked up by the horses hooves as she ran, her braid flying back. The wind felt amazing on her skin. The army started to move.

    Lennox's horse trotted as they neared their final destination. She could see the smoke from the village over the hill and the cobble path now was prominent. She halted the march, leapt off her horse, tied him to the neighbouring wagon. Myvillion and Zygax were farther in the group and she weaved through to find them. "How should we go about this. We are approaching people."

    "Continue," Zygax said simply. "We are a royal army, we are not intimidated by anything. Or we cannot show we are." He shrugged his shoulders as if his ideas meant nothing. "We march in and set up a operating base."

    "Me and my men blend into crowds.. We can do a bit of spying while we restock if you'd like." Myvillion offered.
    The hunter was terribly nervous. Snow did line the outskirts of the town, even if just a little.
    "We'll also check for more signs of the mystery beast."

    Lennox nodded, and the march resumed. The town came into the clearing then they were in it. The townspeople looked odd. Lennox felt unease. She was nervous, though she acted like she wasn't.

    Zygax ordered soldiers to line the streets. They were looking for anything suspicious, and this place would also make a good spot for a base. People had begun to gather outside, wondering what was going on. "This village is now under the control of Daar Aradace and his Royal Army," he boomed, as if they couldn't tell.

    Myvillion, at Zygax's words, grew visibly sick, his skin a slight green. The fact he was shoving it, literally and figuratively, was oh so clear. One of his men asked him about it, but he sent him off with a few hand gestures. Giving his horse to another one of his men, Myvillion slipped off, presumably to find a place to puke.
    He returned swiftly, still not in a very good shape.

    Radriar stood at the edge of the army. Once they spread out he walked off to the side and began patroling for an inn of any kind. Or even a plain bar. Some place that served alcohol He needed a drink. Normally he would avoid it if he could but his sour mood was pushing him past his sanity. Especially with no effective outlet. Another thing that bothered him was he hadnt seen Gwynevere or her knights.


    Eventually he did find a tavern and went inside. He sat and slammed a gold bar about the size of his middle finger on the bar. "Strongest you have...and a bloody shirt if its not to much to ask. The bartender responded with a wide grin and dropped a full glass of liquor before him then sprinted off and came back with a sleeveless blue work shirt. It actually looked new though and contrasted well with his torn up pants. Radriar put the shirt on and finished his drink.


    He then ordered another...

    Lennox took a step back letting Zygax lead the orders. She herself was feeling off, like Myv. Perhaps it was because they were so close to where she had been tortured and used. A shiver ran down her spine.

    Zygax rolled his shoulders in a powerful motion, as if daring someone to question him. He felt an eerie coldness in the air, but attributed to nothing more than the Gods. He looked at Lennox, "Did I not handle that well," he asked in a whisper, noticing her unease.

    "Of course. I just feel odd." She replied softly, keeping here eyes trained ahead. Her feet kept hitting the soft ground as she watched the townspeople her hand ready to draw a weapon if so.

    Lennox felt no remorse near the Kingdom that had harmed her. Zygax would have to become to kind one here. "Homes. Raid. Let the soldier do whatever they will." She growled lolwy.

    Myvillion returned in time to hear Lennox's answer.
    "Lennox, this isn't a Northern city. I understand why you're mad, but these people are innocent. This is an Eastern village that may be housing Northern guard. I know it is not my place to tell you what to do, but perhaps there is a different way to go about this.. A less violent way?"