"Tirus," boomed demerol. "I need to speak to you."
"Of course, Sire. What can I do for you?"
"I have heard of causulties suffered. What has happened?"
The mage sighed and told of the Infernal Orders repeat attacks on Nimbis. He told of the ambushes and of Farg's reaction. Also he spoke of the other factions, and how they might respond. And Demerol listened, for the wisdom of Tirus was respected among all in Ahriman's kingdom.
"Do you keep with Farg, and temper him with wisdom? His fury can be the weapon we have needed, but it is a double edged sword. It can cut us as deep as our enemies," explained the tainted King.
"I believe that Farg knows what he is about, but of course I will do what I can and must for our cause."
Demerol looked thoughtful for a moment and then spoke "I want my men victorious, to taste the fruits of our movement. May Ahriman's grace protect you," said the king, stalking off.
"And you, my King," said Tirus, humbly.
The D'Sari brood are testing my patience. Yet again they have ambushed Nimbis.
Darkstar's former captain, Garrett, was in on this one. Have I not been aggressive enough? My men have suffered losses. The D'Sari are arrogant. They believe us under control. I do not believe they have any idea what has been started. The old rage is in me again. Possibly, my judgement will suffer from it, but so shall the Infernal Order. No more shall i be complacent. I will solve my problems with my sword. Also, I have accepted into our ranks Technique, a young soldier with the spirit of a verteran.
Darkstar, enjoy the praise of your men while it lasts. Corpses sing no praises.