"Not a bad idea," Kammy says, with a slight grunt. "We do need the time to fill out and train up our ranks, and sending out the trained ones will keep them busy, and earn us good repute, with the other demon factions."<br/><br/>The plane was mostly dead, literally and figuratively. For every living creature left, there are over a thousand undead, of all kinds; primarily skeletons and zombies, but also stronger varieties. The only living creatures left are holed up in holy areas, protected by the gods of good, and, even then, those areas are only protected until their stores of food run out, likely within the next few months, given that nothing grows in any soil that hasn't been consecrated, and even then, it grows weakly. The largest holdout is a major temple of Pelor, and its surrounding grounds, where people have been farming in the gardens, and defending against the near-constant waves of the undead, for the better part of the last four months, as this area was one of the first places assaulted. Still, there are over a hundred living still within the temple, mostly kept secure by a high priestess, who has been keeping vigil for the entire time, only sleeping once a month, kept going by repeated restoration spells, to ward off the fatigue. The arrival of the angels was heralded as a sign of divine providence, and there were many tears shed, at the sight of the heavenly host.<br/><br/>Niara was... to say the least, hesitant at Draiss' request, protesting that she's been doing her best to acquire followers, as she can, and, as always, she needs more time.