Thread: Civil Magic {KayLove & Eyesoffire}

Too big of a group will attract the attention of the Empire. A middle-age woman said. She was the only female member of the heads. Her voice was soft, yet not quiet. There seemed to be no harshness in it. I agree with you, St Clare, we must be discreet. She looked around at the others. Our forces are divided, we're fighting the Empire on many fronts, so it is clear that we need more support. The dwarven and elvish allies we currently have are certainly appreciated, but they number less than two hundred in all the Resistance. She turned her head to William. We will need to hold our ground at some point, however we can only do that with the allies we've obtained. People agreed with her. We cannot abandon out defences, we need to keep our forces close at hand. As I've said, we're stretched thin. A party is exactly what we need. Crispin looked around, more and more people were coming in and listening. He saw many military personnel move closer to the fire. The chance to form new alliances and finally be on the offensive against the Empire was intriguing to them. There was an aura of energy, eager anticipation, even Crispin couldn't help but get caught up in it. He moved forwards so that he was almost at the very front. We will need volunteers to join the group, which will comprise of ten individuals. The elder woman named Lillian stated. People with combat experience who will take the initiative on all matters. Crispin saw many officers in the Resistance army step forward. People raised their hands and called out that they would be a part of this, men and women and an elf. At eight Lillian raised her hand. And who will lead this force? An astute mind is exactly what we need. One man, with blonde hair and green eyes saluted. My name is Gent of Westfield. I have proven myself against the Empire. I will lead this expedition. A cheer went up. Crispin couldn't help but smile. There was hope in heir faces earlier, but now something seemed to solidify within their eyes, their souls. If this could be done then the Resistance could have victory. Who will our new allies be? Gent called out. We shall appeal to the Elves and the Dwarves, of course. Lillian said. Many in the crowd nodded and the allies of these races present at the meeting nodded. Silently Lillian looked to St Clare. She shared a quiet moment of anticipation. She seemed anxious. Lillian gave St Clare a small nod and her eyes briefly rested upon Athena before looking back at the crowd. ... and the Orcs. Her voice rang clear and people froze. Crispin took looked up, the nonchalant expression upon his face had vanished. Gent seemed paler. We need them. More than you all think. Lillian whispered. The shift in energy was palpable, it turned from hope and excitement, anxiousness and curiosity to dread. People stopped patting one another's backs, Crispin couldn't see any smiles. There was no eye contact being made. A stillness took hold of the crowd, it seemed as if even a sniffle would sound like a torrent. Take the volunteers and make preparations, Gent. Lillian said. But Gent looked sick, he just stared at the grass. Crispin looked around, people's faces had fell. He could see no other option. If they did not do this then he was doomed for choosing the losing side. Gent's visage made him angry. The silence that hung heavily over the group was broken by Crispin's voice. My name is Crispin Fawkes. I'm a captain with the army of the Resistance. Some of you know me as... Redstar. His eyes moved from Lillian and St Clare and finally to Athena. I will get her where she needs to go.