"The mage, the cleric, your druid, and the wanderer are the last hope," Tyr said. "Not to mention, our plans rely on the lycans. They are a very hardy race of beings."<br/><br/>The image of a lycan in human form appeared in the pool. The lycan was well built and muscular. He wore no grab but the traditional, floor-length skirt.<br/><br/>"The King Carnassus inspires more courage in his people than any king before him, but it would seem that still isn't enough. He draws the armies of his people to him now, as the forces of Arakazashi gather like a storm before him. We are in luck, however, as the goddess has decided to throw a good portion of her forces at the temple of Mithra."<br/><br/>Tyr coughed again, a trickle of gold coming from his mouth. He reached up and brushed it away.<br/><br/>((The other gods can bleed what they like but Tyr bleeds liquid gold. You know, since his dark counterpart bleeds "Soul fire," AKA Napalm))