Meanwhile, blissfully unaware of all that is happening on the surface, five assasains make their final preperations. Their blades are dulled, their feet padded. The leader signals, and they all drop down a hole, landing in the middle of the enemy camp- or at least, where the enemy camp was.
"What the?" exclaimed the leader, pulling down his facemask.
The others remain silent.
"Back to base. Quickly!"
Insurgo stood in the map chamber, confused. An assasain stepped into the room, bowed, and said "The southern camp is abandoned, sir. They have retreated back to where they came from"
Insurgo sighed, and removed several figures from the map.
"Something is wrong. We do not have enough men to take all the abandoned positions. I cannot understand why Zyenild would do this, unless.. No, there is no need. The only reason he would join that war would be to inflate his own giant ego."
Insurgo thought for a moment.
"Oh. Hahaha. This is our lucky decade. Ni-Ber, recruit more warriors. Gur'ak, prepare the teachers. You, unamed guy, assemble the every mason and miner in the clan.
During this respite, we shall turn that"-he pointed at a large cavern crossed by a river, deep in enemy territory-" into an indistructable citadel. We shall set up farms, barracks, forges and homes. No siege will break it. When Zyenild returns, he shall not find us cowering under rocks, waiting to be crushed. It will be a fair fight once more!"
Everybody cheered and went their seperate ways. Insurgo stayed behind. He would have to aid in the construction of the citadel, but he wanted to check out the surface first. His gemchild body crumbled away, and he rose to the surface, stopping on an outcrop overlooking the two armies.
He regarded the two sides with shock. Not hundreds, nor thousands, nor tens of thousands, but hundreds of thousands of mortals waited on both sides. Were it not for the spatial constraints, there would have probably been more.
"Oh, gods. You are all wrong, wrong bastards. You will rip this world apart, for your own amusment. I should have allied with the god of progress, but it is to late now."
A frightening thought sprang to mind.
If even a percentage of Yaven'Gan's army were to flee into the underworld.. the gemchildren would be crushed!
"There must be some way I can stop this, or slow it down... I cannot continue my petty war below whilst this happens on the surface.."
Axiom! Axiom and his Illochicate! 'sworn not to interfere', not when he sees this!
((Inaluct; Why oh why didn't you get Insurgo to help you when trying to convert the Behemoths? He's a god of corruption and defiance, thats his job!
Armok: Ok, hit me. Consider Insurgo as seeking your aid. Spill the beans, thicken the plot.
Mmm, bean-filled plot.
Am saving PP till I know where it's needed most))