Snippet #912944

Barely an hour passed before the delightful little encounter was forced to end, with the lamia sensing a presence just outside of the tent. Still weary from the 'fun', Shokunen sluggishly drew himself off of the bed. He leaned over the edge of the bed and placed a light kiss upon Diloxi's forehead and winked. "Thanks for the fun luv...but it looks like i'll be taking my leave." he spoke in a low whisper and glanced towards the entrance of the tent. "It appears you have an eavesdropper...well, good evening, Diloxi." he was about to take his leave when something clicked in his mind, as if he had forgotten something important. "Oh! And I have a present for you...I caught one of your messengers and told him that there was an...unsavory, Savage sympathizer within your ranks. I said general Liu-Wen would be most appropriate to deal with it. He should be arriving shortly with your gift. I hope it's to your liking." with a smile and a deft hand movement the lamia was whisked away by whatever magic had brought him here.

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It was disgusting, and treasonous to the extreme. An elven general of the noble Civil, having relations with a filthy lamia savage? It wasn't unthinkable, but it would by no means be tolerated. Nhil stared through the slit of general Ebon's tent entrance clenching his fists in silent fury, the rain soaking into his clothing not registering in his mind at all. He had exited Miralight's tent roughly a half hour ago, thinking to hunt down the little trouble-maker on his own. Of course, after being berrated with the blame of the horrific battle earlier, he couldn't afford to be reckless. So, he decided to ask Diloxi for permission beforehand.

Only to find this. A lewd, revolting act right in the middle of a bastion filled with those loyal to the Civil cause. After witnessing Shokunen's departure, he quietly stepped into Diloxi's tent. Nhil did nothing but stare, his face a mask of cold consternation. With little more than an act of will several wraiths coalesced just outside of the tent within the rainy night air. They would go unnoticed, incorporeal and invisible until their summoner chose to reveal them. Already, his dark magic reached out to the catacombs beneath the encampment to call the long dead warriors of ages past. They would arrive in a bit, tunneling through several tons of dirt with a single minded determination. Nhil stood glaring at his general, with one thought fresh in his mind.

Traitor.