*The War goddess focused on observation, The Kirin named Uler was headed for  the mobile library, simply a tent where they stored information, additional coppies of info were stored in the storage tent but the mobile library was specifically for troop education and preperation, full of maps and information on strategy, calculation, field prediction, weather prediction, geographical situation, and of coarse an entire shelf full of martial warfare knowledge, everything from the fundamentals of combat to the stances of Arcadian martial arts types...Arcadian martial arts were centered around the five classical elements.*<br/><br/>*She watched Numma, the Dire Lumiostal, then used her potent godly eyes to send  her vision along his path, he appeared to be headed towards the river where her mischievous daughter Torarie was spear fishing probably going for the biggest fish she could get...Torarie was an excessively proud woman, even more so that Archa even, Woe to anyone that injured that pride...Archa focused herself, making sure she was ready to supress her daughters arrogance...should the inevitable come to pass.*<br/><br/>*Then she noticed the Love goddess Sakura of in the distance, the great hanaryuu's eyes hooked on the Lucent Nargacuga Arcens image, she visibly licked her lips and then noticed Archa watching her and winked over at the war goddess shuffling in place*, "interesting, this group has the attention of all the big players..."<br/><br/>"How so?", *Grandus chirped his stout claws on his hips as he stretched out his back *<br/><br/>"Sakura is plotting something with that scrappy little lass that got the better of you...and Numma is headed right for my daughter, though I don't think intentionally, his charisma could either set him up very well politically...or get him spirited away"<br/><br/>*Archa continued scanning the area, the Rathian had taken on an anthro form and was reading a thick bound, but relatively new grimoire, one of the fundamentals of magic coppies which was interesting as monsters couldnt use human magic, archa smiled realizing she was studying how magic worked without ever intending to use it herself,<span style="font-style: italic">good girl</span>, she'd think.*<br/><br/>*Next the Dire Miralis would look for the duo that got whalloped with the stop sign rakes...they were headed to the mess hall, the ever working hanaryuu cooked all day long, todays meal was potato soup and deep fried veggies. They also constantly worked with dough, loaves of bread and udon noodles were available twenty four seven, and three types of tea, black, white, and green were allways available, served in wooden cups*.<br/><br/>*Content that she knew where everyone was going, Archa turned to grandus and took a seat on the ground to begin discussing the next levels of training for the Royal guard*<br/><br/><br/>-=-=-=-<br/>*Archa wouldn't call the guard in for another day, after hearing an interesting report from Sakura, she decided to give them all one extra day to prepare themselves. The initial test was only to filter out the incompitent and inexperienced, After a prompt breakfast of Garr jambalya, sent to her by the charismatic lord Numma and a crucible full of molten iron which she promptly  gulped down, the war goddess collected her war horn from its pedistal in her tent and let loose the blairing cry that all her foes dreaded* "BRAAHOOOOOO!" Screamed the ancient time cracked horn of a Popo, its only marking was the carving of Archas royal crest on the horns sides, a tool not a decoration, simple and effective, the war goddess wasnt one to waste rescorces on formalities and pomp. This old horns cracks were simply the limitations of the natural world, it was polished and varnished well but it was four hundred years old...it only had another century left in it. A physical reminder that while she was immortal, things around her were not. It kept her sharp and aware of her troops limitations...and that was why she never used magic to preserve the horn.*<br/><br/>*One by one, the members of the guard in training would trickle in, Archa herself greeting them this time around, the war goddess's terrible fiery greatsword Oblivion, being the monolith that marked their training grounds, she had not moved it since two days ago. Her traditional longsword Catastrophe remained at her hip as she stood erect and upwright, constantly vigilant, observing those who came in, one claw resting on Catastrophe's pommel, the other on her hip, but she made no effort to flatter her appearance, her hips and shoulders were evenly set, ready to burst into a sprint at a moments notice.*