He sighed, "The Red Hand just sacked a town. Several thousand hobgoblins and a hundreds if not thousands of farmers and laborers just died, and for what? So she can personally come here and do... what? Set the world on fire, burn everything that disagrees with her? She has been in a war with Bahamut the Protector for how many millennium, all because she wanted to be Io's favorite. On another plane, another world, she waited until even the orc god and elven god allied together to fight off an undead swarm large enough to destroy the world, as demonic forces mustered to invade, and then she ordered an attack on the massed armies as they began fighting against the undead, after claiming that her chromatics were coming to help. Her track record... does not indicate that she is willing to help any other than those that serve her, and only because it also helps her."<br/><br/>The Queen had been left in the open on purpose, and he nodded as he pulled her back a few squares, before suddenly seeming to sacrifice a cleric to blast her king as she moved to try and threaten the Queen again. The entire enemy would collapse if she tried to take out the cleric at that point, as his forces had already been massed, and were ready to well and truly bend her over the barrel if she tried anything other than a desperate consolidation around her Queen, the prince and its entrouge ready to fall the next turn, even as it became a Crown Prince and took over for the fallen king. Anothering prying eye, and it showed the party crouched near the stairs down to the second level, the level behind them filled with only dead enemies. He looked up at the blue, before tilting his head to the side. "So, would you like to continue, or would you like to call it? Three turns until the Crown Prince falls, and maybe... twenty turns before I manage to hunt the queen down. You played well, and I would definitely enjoy playing with you again sometime, preferably after I deal with the Wyrmlord in the temple."