The assembled soldiers of the infernal nation whooped and hollered, rasing their blades into the air and letting them shine in the sun, gathering their armor and flame peices.  Meanwhile, the cultists silently prayed to their goddess, eyes closed while they sat in circles under the rock, a white robed cultist walking between the groups to feed them their daily midday meal of locusts.  One of the Godess' robed servants whispered into her ear.<br/><br/>"We can have the troops ready to march in three days, and have scouts in Candar by tommorow.  I must warn you though, my Mistress; nobody has ever survived more than two days within the borders of Candar.  If we spent a season producing candied locust amber, perhaps we could be in a better position."<br/><br/>The advisor paused for a moment, and tightened a metal bladed punishment belt around his thigh.<br/><br/>"Of course, if the Goddess says to march, then march we shall, and give our prayers to her, for you are our only purpose for living."<em>Seraph gets 2xp</em><br/><br/><br/>Xalvia felt a strange anger welling up in her, as something spoke within her.  "No!  You sing before the people!  My shame!  My shame!  My great secrets!<em>Xalvia rolls essence and gains that much limit, then gets 1xp</em><br/>