A dull pounding from the north...

[Agglan Muirscant]

 Gygar was stumped as to what to do, and even though  the real leader of the band would have chosen to fight, Gygar quickly relinquished the fledgling horde to the strange fighters.

"Yesss, we shall come. Archersss, throw down your bowss! Troopss, put your weaponss down. Obvioussly Usr has found uss." The Lizard said with a heavy sigh. All of the troops ligned up in formation in record time, and waited to be transported to the prison camps that Usr had most likely built. Grave and with not a little bit of resentment, they awaited the orders of their new captors.

[Dead Eye]

 "March North! We make to our leader and allies!"

[The Beatles]

 Beatles strolled forth to meet Dead Eye. "Welcome, my friend. What have we here?"
"They are a contingent wearing the markings of Aubres. We have captured them"
"Well, well, this is interesting. Bring me their leader."
Dead Eye motioned to two of his soldiers, who dragged the weary lizard before them. Beatles chuckled to himself. "Hello, brave captain. Loyal to Aubres, are you?"
"Forever, sssscum!"
Beatles now suddenly opened his cloak forth. The lizard gasped, and his greenish eyes bulged out in astonishment. Beatles was clad in armor, and on his chest was the dreaded mark, the yellow penguin. This could mean but one thing.... "But, but... you are of Ussssr's forcessss? Ssssurely not, he serves only Linux!"
"No. I am Usr! Conqueror of your forces!"
The lizard fainted.

[Dead Eye]

 "Back off scum. As much as I am your ally I was an ally to the Duke, the true Emperor of Mossflower and Beyond. I bring these to Kilk! They are mine, come near them" dead Eye pulled out his rapiers "And I will slay you myself scum! I am your friend, but you are not touching them! Travel to Kilk's land with me, and he can decide what to do with them!" Dead Eye motioned for his archers "Or you can leave and not come back"  

[The Beatles]

 At a motion from Beatles, 500 squirrels materialized from behind the rocks on both sides of the contingent.
"Well, well, so you show your true nature? Remember: I am never unprepared. Had I been so, I could never have conquered Aubres. Your army is pitiful; it has but 300. These archers are just the start of my horde." Then, icily: "Drop your weapons, or you shall never move again"


ooc: We're not fighting, on AIM we're friends.

[Dead Eye]

 "You misunderstand friend. This is just an envoy to Kilk. And I will not let you take these prisoners. Motion once to these fools you have, and my archers will slay you. Stale mate. It seems we will both die before the sun goes down. Now listen, if we go to Kilk many leaders shall be there. They can decide what is to be done with these" Dead Eye kicked the lizard "Agreed?" Dead Eye tightened his grip on hsi rapiers a bit.  

[The Beatles]

 "My friend, my friend." Beatles chuckled. "I do not want prisoners, they are but a waste, and I doubt Kilk wants them... but that is beside the point. First of all, I have armor, and more archers. It is not so simple to slay me." His voice hardened. "The only thing I will not tolerate is your tone of voice. I do not want the prisoners, but it is the height of insolence to stand here in that tone and speak to me of loyalty to Aubres."

[Dead Eye]

 Now Dead Eye raised both swords. "  Aubres was a true general and fighter, not some tratior like you! These prisoners are mine, and I take my leave from you now! I once counted you as a friend. I was a fool!" Dead Eye turned around and motioned for the lizard to be picked up and for his army to leave.  

[The Beatles]

 The wildcat's voice was harsh. "Traitor, eh? Run or die, fool!" Beatles raised his sword into the air in a flash, and the air was full of arrows.

[Dead Eye]

 Dead Eye turned quickly and threw a hidden knife into beatles chest. Though he did not penatrate him, he threw him back and injuryed him a little. Dead Eye turned, picked up the lizard, and ran, following his army as the archers from both sides fired at each other.

[The Beatles]

 Beatles pulled the knife from the armor. It had not cut his skin, but the armor had dented a little. No matter, he thought, that can be fixed on the go.
He turned back toward his officers. "I regret that. Dead Eye had been a friend. But no matter. Double pace, North!"

[Agglan Muirscant]

 Agglan had been running along with the rank and file or his small Guard, acting as a petty officer. Now that he saw this strange creature Dead Eye risk his life for his father, he realized the potential for an ally in this tumultous time. He took a bow from a dead rat of his Royal Guard that was caught in the crossfire, and ran up beside Dead Eye, firing his longbow as he went.

"Hello, I am called Agglan, son of Aubres, loyal comrade." He said. Stopping to fire another arrow, he again went on. "I am the real leader of this horde, the lizard is naught but a loyal Seargant of my Royal Guard. Please, if you honour my father, tell no-on about this. I plead with you to let me go. I have nothing of value to you or your commander, and I only want to be left alone." He said. He was out of arrows by that time, and obviously extremely nervous about the response from his father's old friend.

[Dead Eye]

 Dead Eye snorted. The son of his old friend. Here, in his position. "I am sorry. As much as I wish to help you you are going to Kilk and that is final. Unles..." Dead Eye took out his rapiers "Revisit your father"

[Ashyra Nightwing]

 A bedraggled wildcat sat, muttering to herself, in a lone skiff, just setting out from the almost deserted Pentephraxis raft-city.
"Aubres...dead...no, that's not happening... I'll visit his castle, it's near here...surely not..."
She stopped and raised her head. In the distance, she could see a castle. Aubres' castle. It was on fire. She could see the smoke from where she sat. She slumped down into her seat, her head in her hands.
"No."
Who could have done it? Aubres was a kind Emperor, the kindest she had ever known. And he was suddenly just...not there...
Maybe he had a son. An heir. Someone she could go to and ask what had happened. She would take a vacation from her horde, return to the HQ, and begin a search from there..

[The Lady Shael]

 ooc:
Spy- Well, we can pretend, can't we? It's sort of a role-playing thing we agreed on anyways...Kilk's leader of the Northlands, I've got Mossflower, and there's so many people out there who claim they've got Southsward, got too confusing.... :P


bic:
Shael nodded, returning his gaze. "This is his land, and he knows what is best. Come, give the order to march now," she replied, using this as an excuse to ponder what it was that she lost so long ago. And they all began walking, Shael walking just a few paces' distance from the captain, under Kilk's orders.