OOC: Okay, I’m going to launch this now. They’ll be plenty of opportunities to catch up.<br/><br/>The silver minarets of city Plainsthroat fly the banners of the Whitethroat clans gathering there, gathering for war. Beyond its walls, the plains heave with the Whitethroat’s conscripts and hirelings, the power and prestige of a clan more determined by the number of their followers than their quality.<br/><br/>There are a substantial number of Gurglemeister warriors, some wear the sophisticated lingerie and crafted armour of city-folk, others the simpler garb of tribal plainswomen, though their leathers are none the less impressive for being cut from the skin of predatory monsters, or even centauresses. Whitefeather harpies and Whitecoat centauresses bulk the thronging mass, and yet more Gurglemeisters gurgle gently inside their filled bellies. Most are already quiescent, but those few who can still be heard split almost evenly between orgasmic moans and protestful groaning. They attract more envy than anger from their un-devoured breathren, and rumours swirl that the army’s Gurglemeister contingent is more intended as ambulatory rations than an actual fighting force. Amongst these, there’s a smattering of other girl-clans, monstrous races, angels and even demons.<br/><br/>You’re clustered loosely around the mage-banner of the Snowbreast clan, a rude collection of increasingly dusty white tents that are nonetheless at least a slim cut above the rest. A gentle breeze that blows nowhere else through the camp takes the edge off the sweltering summer heat, whilst the dust that bedevils the rest of the army seems glued to the ground here.<br/><br/>OOC: You make take this moment to introduce yourselves and your companions, if you wish to. DarkPinkie, since we’ve a few mages I’ve decided to make it a mage-unit (which opens some interesting special use possibilities). Thus, I’m going to make one of your Gurglemeister girl-followers an earth-mage, if that’s acceptable. I’ll sort out the details, unless you want to).