The young rohain came awake. The other two rohain in the tent had seized and died over an hour ago, but this one's spiritform had finally returned from his scouting mission, and Lars eagerly awaited his report. "Sir," the rohain reported, sitting up. "I estimate about 5,000 demons out there. Maybe 3,000 effectives. Some new magic caught Ran and Sej, cut the ties to their bodies. I think it came from the spawn. There's a lot more wards out there than I'm used to seeing, and I'd be willing to bet on several vamps being out there as well. They're also preparing for a night attack." "A _night_ attack?" "Yes preceptor." Lars cursed himself momentarily. He _knew_ demons could see better in the dark than humans, and the nearly 8 to 1 odds in their favor had obviously made them decide to work within the limits of a night battle. He hadn't prepared for that. Still, some of the things he _had_ prepared would also work against this surprise. A few more questions from Lars clarified that scout didn't have anything new to add, and he turned to the young man standing behind him. "Sorcerer Arcas, do you have any questions? Do you require any clarifications from me about our situation?" The sorcerer's voice was quiet and regretful. "No, preceptor, your situation and the details that make it up are quite clear to me." "Then your work here is complete. You are to teleport to the flying city and report to the high command as soon as you may." "Yes sir. But . . ." "Yes?" "Why did you do . . . it?" Lars had made it quite clear over the past weeks that there were some questions that he wouldn't answer, but Arcas obviously hoped that the knowledge that everyone in the town would soon die had changed something. Lars fixed the man with a gimlet stare. "Sorcerer, I suggest you be about your duties." Still, he couldn't help remembering . . . * * * Lars was astonished by the wards around the room. Most wards radiated, easily visible to his spirit sight. These were invisible, but solid as stone to his spiritform. Then he was brought away from the spirit to the material by the obviously annoyed voice of the Warlord Riacrada. "Very well, Captain, Reese assures me that these are the strongest wards in the city. Nothing is going to pass through until I release them. Now what is so important that you can speak only to me and only in a warded room?" "Thank you Warlord. I believe I have a plan which will destroy a major portion of the demon army, but only you can say if the risk is worth the throw." If anything, the Warlord's voice was even more annoyed as she spoke again, "Go on." "I don't know if you were aware, but for some reason my rohain appear to have been particularly targeted by the demons. It's not that they're seeing combat more often, but the opposition that the rohain are seeing are much better led and stronger than the average, and all too often the rohain have been specially targeted." Poised for a blistering rebuke, _everyone_ thought their forces were seeing the worst of the war, Ria turned to Reese only to be brought up short by his response. "I can't deny that. The incidents I'm aware of tend to confirm it, but the Eerith aren't everywhere." He shrugged, "It should be easy enough to check." Unaware of Ria's hidden astonishment, Lars continued, gesturing to a map he'd brought with him. "Since the demons seem to think the rohain are a threat, I propose we use that. I think we should pull the majority of the rohain, and the forces supported by exquaestio, and pull them out to make a stand _here_, at the town of Lildra in south-central Tana." . . . to be continued Jefferson http://www.picotech.net/~jeff_wilson63/rpg/Exq_Main.html ---------------------------------------------------------------- To unsubscribe, send mail to celandra-off@phoenyx.net.

