Nero Reinhardt's Story

Fi Lynx

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In the middle of the city, just by the tribe’s biggest house - the leader’s house, all the leaders live there while still ruling - sat Fi outside the vault. Or vault, it was a house where the tribe’s treasures were kept, things like gold, jewels, secret tunnels leading underground to the most secret things. The stones. Fi knew she guarded those stones but no one has ever told her why, they called them "The element stones" but there was only three of them. A blue, a brown and a deep red one.

Booring...

Fi looked up at the sky and yawned, it was nice weather today and here she was sitting all by herself with only a door and the scythe as company. She looked around at the people going around the square, looking at what the merchants had today, talking and having more fun than her. It was not like she was forbidden to talk with people while guarding. But she choose not to, she once nearly told a stranger about what she really was guarding. And since then she has only waved hi when people greeted her.

It was a peaceful day, some days where exhausting because people was bugging her about her job. Or just talking about how she should do more with her life than run around all day. Some days were a total chaos because someone had seen other tribes close by. When that happened she or someone else had to be inside that dark basement with the stones. She hated those days.

While she was playing around with the dust on the ground, making it fly around in circles one of the other guards came and smiled faintly. "Your shift is over, it's my time now."
Fi flew up from the chair, "Finally! Have fun." She smiled while grabbing her scythe and ran away as fast as she could.

Finally outside the village she exhaled, Free. She stretched her stiff body that was starting to hurt a little from sitting down for such a long time. No more chairs for today. She looked around at the forest surrounding her home smiling to herself, it was pretty. She ran a little further away from the village and then started climbing the highest tree she could see. It was a bit difficult because her body was still not that awake and she moved slowly. But she reached the top - or the highest place she could sit down at without breaking the branch, she looked out at the forest. The wind was swirling around her and tried to make her fall by pulling on her clothes. She looked down at the main road you traveled on to get to the village, Oh a person, oh... That's too bad, no white hair.

She closed her eyes and focused on dissolving herself, when she was completely gone or invisible she flew down from the branch and traveled along the road. When there was some space from her and the stranger she reappered with the scythe in hand smiling. "Well hello there stranger, may I ask why you are traveling on our land?"

Nero Reinhardt

The forest was quiet, the sound of the morning animals filling Nero's ears as he pressed his back up against a large tree. He looked around, seeing his brothers hiding amidst the wilds. They had been there since the sun rose a few hours ago, none moving, none questioning what they were there to do. The sound of the wild fell on deaf ears, as Nero's focus turned to one solitary sound. He peered out from behind the tree, still hidden, amongst the forestry that surrounded the isolated road. There was a convoy, around twenty men in total. More than the amount of men Talon had. It did not matter though. Nero had the drop on them and his brothers did as well. The convoy moved slowly along the road, soldiers eyes fixed on the woods, but unable to see what was only a few feet from them. Ahead of them stood a tall gate, ancient in design, but fortified nonetheless. The soldiers of the convoy could see their fellows standing high atop the gate and on the ground below.

It was a supply line for the Water Tribe, one that had been a thorn in the side of the Fire for quite a long time. It was designed to be hidden, far away from the eyes of those who would look to destroy it, or use it for themselves. Nero had been tasked with finding it a few weeks ago, and since that time he has hardly rested a day. So much effort had gone into finding this route. Eavesdropping on conversations, calling in favors from Lakeshore, strong-arming people of suspicion, it was a lot of work for what Nero originally had deemed unimportant. However, as he investigated the case further, he began to understand why taking out this path was a priority. It was an emergency line, a well-guarded secret that allowed the Water Tribe to always have a backup plan in case things don't go their way. Based on what Nero had collected in scouting reports the last few days, this line had been here for a long time. He felt like applauding his adversaries for keeping it close to the chest for so long. But, all secrets are discovered in time, and it was Talon's job to figure them out, and crush them if need be.

Talon, the name given to the Fire Tribe's most secret group. They answer directly to the Leader, and no one else. Every brother within the group makes a vow when joining, that they will never betray, nor will they ever hunger for power. Their loyalty to the next Leader must be just as intense as their loyalty to the previous one, no matter the circumstance under which the succession occurred. A stabilizing arm of the Tribe that no one knows exists. Nero believed heavily in this ideal. As the current Captain of Talon, it was his duty to guide and support his brothers, as well as insure the list of people who know of their existence remains as short as possible.

The convoy approached the gate, Nero raising his arm to let his brothers know the time to strike was near. The soldiers in the convoy were beginning to get suspicious, as there was no visible movement from the guards ahead. As they drew closer, the soldiers eyes widened at the sight of their fellows propped up, mouths covered and weapons gone. As they begin to ready their arms, Nero dropped his hand, a flurry of arrows exiting the wilds and piercing the armor of several Water Tribe soldiers. After the hail of arrows, the armor-clad members of Talon emerged from the density of the trees, many of them already on top of the soldiers before their blades could be drawn. Nero moved from behind his tree, bringing up the rear of the ambush. Within a few seconds, the convoy was defeated, its men either dead or captured. The captured guards were put together with the surviving members of the convoy, making it easier for Nero to keep track of everyone. There were eight survivors, including the guards from the gate. All in all, less than half of the Water Tribe soldiers lived. Nero was disappointed, knowing there was no way else it could have gone down, but still saddened by the death of men who didn't even get to defend themselves.

Nero and his brothers wore distinct black armor, far more reminiscent of a band of raiders or sellswords than members of the Fire Tribe. Nero began inspecting the contents of the supplies. It was mostly weapon and food, nothing worth burdening his brothers with carrying. "Ah, finally find a target in these woods and it ends up being a military transport. Just our luck." Nero took a heavy sigh after uttering the words. Everything was deliberate, dropping just enough clues that the soldiers would make their own assumptions about who they were attacked by. "Well, might as well let them go. We got their supplies and we want to move on before more military-types show up." Just like that, the soldiers bindings were cut and they were free to go. When, or if, they managed to make it back to the city, it could only be reported as a group of raiders hitting them on their way passed the gate. No use of fire-manipulating, or any tribal identifiers as to who they were. This is the way Talon operated under Nero. He wasn't in the killing prisoners business, it just wasn't within him to be. As the Water Tribe soldiers disappeared from view, Nero had his men throw the supplies into the forest and break down the gate. This would make it look like they stole the resources, and covered their escape route. With criminals in the woods and the only way through to the other side destroyed, the route would be abandoned. Nero was content with calling this mission complete, and eager to return to Murtovaara for the first time in weeks.

Toa Maunga

Toa sat in front of the tree, though at his stature he might look like an average size man standing. Mora's tree, the one he planted for her the day she died. It had grown massive in such a short time, easily rivaling any within Shadowfen. Normally, trees don't grow so tall so quickly, but it would be lie to say Toa didn't have a hand in this particular ones development. He would come here sometimes, to reminisce, meditate, or just simply get away from the troubles of the world he lived in. It was his predecessors decision to go to war with the Water Tribe, but it was a decision he respected and chose to honor. Toa chuckled to himself when he thought about how he got to this place. He had been called many things; The Goliath of Earth, The Mountain, but he never thought leader would be one of them. For a few months now, Toa has contemplated sending an envoy to the Air Tribe, hoping they would side with them and bring life back to the land. He didn't believe allying with the Fire Tribe would get him anywhere, nor would attempting to battle the Water Tribe on his own. While he was feared for his might and abilities, they could only take this war so far. His people wanted a healthy, full land. Not one scared by the ignorance of those who dwell on the surface.

After a few more minutes of pondering his situation, Toa stood up and politely bowed to the tree, the feeling of warmth coming over him like it did every time he returned here. Stretching his arms out and yawning heavily, a large growling sound began to emit from his stomach. Letting out a hearty laugh, Toa decided that all he could do for now was eat until he felt right with the world, even if only for a few minutes. He began to make his way back toward his home, a home that still echoed with the losses he had suffered only a short time ago. But, it was also a place of warmth and care, the memories of times he spent there drowning out any negative feelings. As he made his way through the tribe, he acknowledged every person he passed with a friendly smile and kind greeting. More than once a child ran up to him asking to be lifted up by the almost larger than life man. It was odd for many to see the once defiant Goliath now appearing more like a teddy bear. This trait had earned him the adoration of many over the short time since his leadership began, but as with any leader there were dissenters who felt he was too soft for the job. Toa would ignore these voices in favor of trying to teach the young and weary about the pleasantries of life, and that the world will not always be as ill a it is now.

When he arrived at his home, Toa let out a deep breath as he made his way to the kitchen and began to prepare his breakfast. As he prepped the food, thoughts crept into his mind about the best course of action in the coming days. Would he be able to reach a peace treaty with the two opposing Tribes? Or would he have to bring his full might down upon those who wish to harm to harm the land. Hell, is the Water Tribe even aware of what they are doing? Fire is destructive and chaotic. Water is serene and life-giving. Toa thought it ironic that the one meant to give life was bringing the most harm to it. If Mora was alive to see this, what would she do? Toa chuckled to himself, as he realized that she would probably end up kicking him in the butt and making him man up in the face of this situation.

Raven was wide awakened before every other fire wielder in the city of Murtovaara had opened their eyes. Perhaps it was a nasty habit of her, lovingly crafted through the years she was forced to be alert of every enemy possible. The fire tribe stood alone, alone with pride. She knew that very well and understood. They can't afford to trust the others as they were of foreign blood, strangers so equal to enemies. It was the fire tribe who will stand above all, be prosperous and mighty. And she believed the leader will manage to bring the whole tribe forward. There just wasn't any other way.

Every morning the same ritual; refreshing herself, and shortly practice while going around the city, prospecting their surrounding for any possible dangers, irregularities, she had to check out. There were none at the current moment therefore her tensed body relaxed themselves, went down from the fighting mode to the normal. Here and there she talked with the guards, making them aware of their duties one more time as she visited the children in the heart of the city. They were the tribe's future after all, needed to be protected still. She loved to go there several times a day to see whether everything is alright or simply to play with the little kids. Only around them (and the leader) her expression showed variety of her always stern face. Her gaze softened for them, and showed how sincere she cared. It was possible that only due to this fact she wasn't feared, but also respected and trusted.

It was afterward when she came to the leader's place, announcing her leave from the city survey their safety outside of Murtovaara. The leader, or often referred to as The Undying Inferno, was the one she cared for the most. They were family, even thought not bind by blood. Their bond was even stronger than that, and both knew how irreplaceable they were to each other. Raven was, that morning, a little worried about the leader. He overworked a lot, and worried too much. She suggested a short break but he was too stubborn to allow himself one. Raven had then tolerated it and went to fulfil her duties first, but she kept it in the back of her head to force the workaholic to stop for once and drag him away from his desk to get at least some fresh air. Yes, that would definitely clear his head for awhile.

The forest was already alive that hour, rustling in the bush, birds chirped from afar and various scents and crawling animals tickled all her senses for their attention. Closing her eyes, she could feel the warmth of all living beings surround, but there was no sign of humans. Nonetheless, she continued to explore the forest, searching, and keenly observing.

She must have strolled surround the city of Murtovaara, a wide circle surround it because slowly, sweat was streaming down her face. Although she was far from tired, she sighted nothing of any relevance and wanted to turn and return as suddenly she heard loud voices of several unknown men and metallic sounds from weapons being sharpened. Her body whirled around in that instant and her muscle tensed while her body through habit pulled out both her dirks and clasped them hard. All her senses in its peak of sensitivity, detecting the heat of bodies of warriors she was unbeknownst about. Water clan?

Raven gritted her teeth fiercely; hatred was obvious displayed on all her body features. Not thinking any further, she went towards where she sensed the enemy and soon found the place, hidden in the wilderness but still easily detectable (at least, for her). Those emerald green eyes observed every single move with hasty gazes here and there, trying to figure the situation from afar. There were too many men; it was suicide if she decided to act alone. Coming to such conclusion she tried to withhold her temper and quietly backed down from her observation post.

She had to be quick.

Best thing to do in such situation was to gather men. Of course they were now in an advantage by knowing their presence not far away from them, still it didn't change much if they were clueless of their strategy. To gather men might also be their downfall; no, she had to attack them now, not in the village where more damage was certainly possible. Despite her excitement for certain seconds thinking of a surprise attack where she was known as specialist, a frown formed on her forehead. The skilled men who knew well to organize and pull off a successful ambush were currently away with the advisor, Nero, and she was clueless to whom she could trust for this emergency task.

Not long after she finished the thought, her heat senses cried havoc once more. For once one could see her flustered, clueless expression but soon it changed to unexpected glee. She knew to whom the heat belongs to; the movements were familiar to her. It was Talon, the secret group of the fire tribe, returning from their seemingly successful ambush as not many were injured and still embattled. She hesitated for moments, but knowing no other way she approached them without bothering to conceal her presence. "Nero Reinhardt." Raven addressed the advisor up front, like usual with his full name. "I see you're back after successfully finished the mission. Good work." She said after glancing at every single warrior and what they bought with them. "I am well aware that it is a rest you all now wish for, but I need your assistance for an emergency." Her serious gaze eventually rested on Nero only and then she finally spoke: "I spotted the Water Tribe not far from here. We need to act now to avoid any unnecessary bloodshed close to our tribe." Nevertheless, Nero was the advisor and Raven looked up to him despite his demeanour sometimes concerned her. That's why she waited for his word of agree or disagree before sending someone to inform the leader.

Vicnin Pherith

Vicnin furiously slammed his fist into the table putting a large hole in it "They took out one of our supply line, no matter we have at least 3 others hidden much more effectively and closer to the homeland. Only a minor setback the attack will still go as planned..." His voice sounded not angry but had a very grim and almost terrifying calmness to it. "I wan't our other convoys better protected... Fortify the supply line with watch towers and man them with watch towers and give the caravans additional guards." A smirk started to form at the corners of his mouth. "Some men returned today saying there were ambushed by men in black armor... This is no doubt the Talons... send another convoy on the same road 5 wagons all packed with 15 soldiers.... make sure the Talons hear about the convoy..."

Vicnin proceeded to address his fellow officers, "despite the loss of that supply line we are in great shape to attack, we have more than enough supplies and those additional men in the caravan and other caravan guards will bolster out troops a great deal." He sets his hand on the handle of his Ax "It seems at this point victory is almost assured. Ready your men and prepare for the battle I don't expect much but be on your toes as the fire tribe is nefarious and tricky; it may be a small outpost and we will out number them greatly but they likely know we are here."

Vicnin is clad in his ornate armor at this time mantel blowing in the breeze as outside the tent It is almost done, no longer pitch black the sky just barely starting to get lighter appearing about 4am. The men sharpen the weapons and grab and equip there armor, there is an excited feeling full of energy through-out the camp. Officers grab there standards, and the sappers role out what appear to be 3 catapult like devices. It is clear a battle is on the horizon just within hours the tribe will be upon the outpost.

((ooc remeber to take into account that Vicnin at this point is one of the best if not the absolute best Imos has seen in a very long time, his name is often feared by a variety of generals who know they must face him. Not saying this discourage anyone just expect him to retaliate in a very reliant way to counter others actions.))

Nero and the rest of Talon made their way through the land, all tired and quiet from their long time away from home. Nero had decided to hold off on reporting the success to Zeddicus for now, wishing his men to get their much deserved rest before having to see each others faces again for their next mission. Before he could continue that next thought, Raven, a person very important to his Leader, appeared before him and his men. She filled them in on a situation that was occurring nearby. Her urgency told Nero that few in the Fire Tribe knew what was going to transpire, a clever move by the Water Tribe. Attack something small, remote. Away from the eyes, but gain ground nonetheless. Nero looked at Raven, a weariness to his eyes as he scanned the area around them. He knew she wouldn't approach unless they were alone, but you could never be too careful. "Let's move off the beaten path, this is not a conversation to have in the open. Rourke, see what you can find out about this attack." Nero made a simple motion to his men, each dispersing into the wooded area, concealing themselves from sight. The one he addressed as Rourke took off into the woods, running in the direction of the outpost. Nero led Raven only a few feet, just enough to where they wouldn't be seen by the occasional traveler passing by. "Raven... you know we're not in the battle business. My weapon is the fact me and my men don't exist. At least, not in the grand scheme of this war. We are supposed to be ghosts. Not soldiers. I'm curious as to why you tell me this. Did we not know they were attacking?" The question was rhetorical, as they both knew the answer. Nero continued, "Only one man in the Water Tribe could get in without Zeddicus and Mazus knowing. Vicnin Pherith."

A few minutes passed as Nero contemplated what to do. Luckily, the Talon member, Rourke, reappeared. He stood close to Nero, relaying what he had learned in his scouting and then moved into the forest. Nero smirked, looking at Raven with more hope in his eyes than he had previously. "As I guessed, Pherith will be attacking in a few hours. The important bit of information Rourke gathered was that the supply line I attacked, Pherith is sending another convoy." Nero crossed his arms and sighed shaking his head at the words as he said them. "We destroyed that path. Its unusable. This wasn't for us. It was for his men. A clever ploy to make them believe everything was still under complete control. Sending a convoy down a road he can't use... he hopes to drive us back there, force us out of this area. Sacrificing ones own men... cold, but genius." Nero began pacing back and forth, trying to see the best way possible to proceed. Finally, it clicked, causing his smirk to return. "Raven, Head to the outpost and do what you can to get people evacuated. I would head there myself, but common soldiers don't understand my position or that of my men. We would likely be taken in chains if we showed up and starting barking orders." Nero made a small motion with his hand, his brothers exiting the woods and forming up behind him. "The outpost wasn't ours to begin with, so it is no great loss if it is returned to the Water Tribe. If the attack begins while you are still retreating, do not try to fight back. Zeddicus would kill me if he knew I suggested you go there. While you do that, I will report to Zeddicus, and let him know we need to fortify our outer stations. Do you agree to this plan?" Nero, clinched the hilt of his sword, wishing he could go fight, but understanding larger things were at stake than a simply outpost.

Of course, Raven knew just too well. By the advisor's words, she averted her eyes from his and bit her lips so that her selfish words wouldn't find its way out. Not the desire to face the enemy was there hidden, but her concern about the leader. She knew he'll accuse and blame himself for the necessary loss despite knowing there was no other way. Yes, for Raven and most definitely for the leader too it'll be seen as loss, not considering it wasn't their territory to begin with. It didn't matter. It was still a loss and she didn't like the thought the slightest. Yet she couldn't say anything against the plan suggested hearing the name Vicnin Pherith, who was suppose to be behind everything, mentioned. She gritted her teeth. "Fine." It finally came out of her mouth unwillingly. She knew their position too well as she was among the few who knew about Talon's existence. Still she just couldn't accept the fact that the smartest choice was to retreat, leaving the various disadvantages disregarded. "I'll go along with it. Tell the leader it was through my own will and that I bear all consequences." Her glance wandered to Nero again, displaying her anger. "Therefore I can't completely guarantee I won't fight back." She uttered then stubbornly before politely she excused herself and disappeared from their sight.

Not for nothing Raven was known as the fastest around in the fire tribe. It wasn't long until she reached the outpost and soon began with the evacuation process. Informing those in charge, they determined the quickest and best route to get to the next safe base and gathered the men to get them all help out especially the old and the young. At first it was panic that Raven saw in every single face, but she was able to assure them their safety in a way it was believable. Yet there were warriors set to stay and defend the outpost for better or for worse and that raised Raven's mood a tad bit. She was proud to see the flaming spirit of the young sprouts, but either way she told them off. She knew, they were needed in the future, and here they would only be meaningless sacrifice. She realised that she had been immature with the advisor before, but of course wouldn't admit it. Hours it took for the evacuation process to reach the point where every single fire wielder had left the outpost and only had the strongest out of the bunch still there. Not to try defending the outpost, rather it was to play for time. From what Raven heard, the Water tribe will arrive soon enough while the evacuation process was still to be completed. "You all, go." Raven eventually said after she reduced almost all supplies in the outpost to ashes. As she received several complains, her heat sense cried havoc and alerted her of the water tribe's troop approaching. It was too late to send them away now, as the four men with her seemed to be as tense as her. She inhaled and exhaled, to calm her own nerves down before turning to them. “Remember, we’re not here to fight. Try to win time.” With those words, she awaited them.

Vicnin Pherith

The air was silent around the outpost, you could easily hear a sword drop to the ground. It was the silence that was always evident before an attack by General Vicnin; and likely the silence that came from the outpost came from the inevitability that they likely wouldn't win this confrontation...

A grim smile made itself evident at the corners of Vicnin's lips, the outpost ran directly next to a river... the catalyst of water tribe power. He knew they had an advantage and that all the factors tilted in his favor. The homeland advantage, the numbers, and the warriors at his command. Plus if this wasn't bad enough Vicnin had an ace up his sleeve; little to the fire tribe's knowledge there was a passage used for ages to enter and exit this very outpost. Large enough to fit 3 men shoulders length apart, Vicnin had sent a detachment of 50 of his best warriors down the path to ambush the enemy from within once the siege started. The defeat of the fire tribe was unavoidable as they would be hit from both the exterior and interior. Allowing for a quick and east victory.

Vicnin looked sharply to his left, there sat the sappers tampering with the catapults ready to fire at a moments notice. He couldn't help but notice the finer details such as the slick metal shine of the catapults and the large rocks that were there ammunition. After a few more moments of this he looked to his right; here there were at least 250 men out of his 300. All the men were equipped with light iron plates customary of the fire tribe, they provided protection and versatility; they also all had there weapons of choice with them hundreds of swords and a few axes all glinted in the sun causing an awe inspiring sight.

Vicnin looked back to the large outpost its stone walls running at a half-circle towards him and his men. These walls connected to on both sides a series of small mountain formations making it a very key defense position to fire the tribe as it protected there border from the fire tribe with ease. Along one mountains base runs the river mentioned earlier it has for centuries given an added bonus to its defenders as it always gave the water tribe the advantage of being close to there power...

But these were all little things, the the little things that made the differences that vicnin noticed, his head slowly turned to the Outpost once more and he looked at the walls which appeared to be garrisoned with men. He couldn't help but feel bad for them knowing that this war could all be averted but the fire tribes nature wouldn't allow for such things. He then cleared all these thoughts from his head as he knew it was time to attack.

He raised his hand up balled in a fist, as he did this all of his men sheathed there swords and axes and drew there bows almost in an instant they all knocked there arrows awaiting what was to come next. Vicnin took in a deep breath and dropped his hand down yelling in a calm and composed voice "Fire!". At once thetwang of 250 bows could be heard making an almost beautiful noise...

(sorry this was such a long post, I just felt we really needed something to give the feeling of war. Hope I did well.
ps: have raven respond however then I will respond right back)

Vicnin Pherith

Vicnin sat back leaning back on his horse as the bows slammed into warriors on the wall, many of them were smart enough to take cover but a few were disabled or killed from the volley. He head the archers bombard the fort with volley after volley more to cause fear to the garrisoned fighters than to harm them. After a few minutes of this he stopped the volleys and had his men march roughly 50 meters up and had them line up. The Fire Tribe warriors started to send volleys of their own, rows upon rows of fiery projectiles.

The Water Tribe men threw up a thick wall of water as the balls hit and vanished with vast amounts of steam. Vicnin smiled as this created a dense fog covering his troops, he rode up behind his men and ordered them to retaliate which they did. The Warriors all flung bolts of water at speeds that slightly would surpass an arrow. As the bolts hit the force behind them would vary, some would penetrate the men's armor ripping penetrating the skin and leaving holes in them before falling to the ground; if the bolts did not penetrate they would easily throw the men from the wall.

As the fog dissipated more men lay dead on the wall as the superior tactics of the Water tribe left them with only a few injured and burnt men. He kept the thick water wall up as his troops advanced forward until they had reached the gate, at which point roughly ten men in unison made a large ball of water and and used their combined force to launch the massive ball upon the gate causing the metal to bend and warp until it finally blew open and his men rushed in.

After hours of fighting both sides had casualties but the large Water Tribe army outnumbered them heavily and to make things worse 50 men burst from the keep using the underground tunnels, they men immediately joined the fray. At this point nearly all the Fire warriors had been either captured, subdued, or killed. All that remained was a woman and 4 of her best warriors it appeared. They 5 had easily killed nearly 30 men as they rushed and tried to take the small group. Vicnin saw this and ordered his men to stay back and to form up, they did this many pulled their bows out aiming at them some gathering water to prepare to use their power.

Vicnin leaned back in his saddle once more he cleared his throat as he said "A valiant defense, yet foolhardy... what is your name?" He spoke to the woman who seemed to be an officer or someone of higher ranking by the looks of it. "Raven" she said as she looked ready hands full of fire ready to be used should more men rush her. Vicnin nodded "Well Raven, I recommend that you surrender" his gaze shifted to the men around him before setting themselves on her again. "You can not win this fight and i'm sure you do not wish to die..."

She thought about this for a moment and looked around her, she realized that taking on this army would be suicide so she begrudgingly said "Fine... I surrender..." Vicnin nodded "Smart girl take escort her down to the prison" His men took hold of her and escorted her down. Vicnin got off his horse and walked towards the 4 men slowly back and forth in front of them. "Now then" He quickly pulled a dagger from each of his boots and stabbed them into the two nearest men's necks, as they feel to the ground dying he picked one man and slammed him to the ground his hand around his throat. He looked to him for a moment and shook his head as he started to use one of the best abilities in his arsenal... he started to siphon the water from the mans body, a few moments of this the man started to look gaunt and sickly, Vicnin stood up now and walked to the last man.

He sighed as he picked the man up buy his shirt and pulled him close whispering "I will let you live this day... go and tell your superiors to stay out of our lands or they will face the wrath of and the full might of the Water Tribe. Tell them what you have seen". He released the man gently. Now leave before I change my mind" His voice sounded fearfully calm and monotone. Vicnin looked around the fort he had lost roughly 70 men, this wasn't a great loss when compared to his enemy. Yet he couldn't help but feel bad again not that he had slaughtered the men but the fact that he lost his some of his own people to the tribe he hated most. In his heart Vicnin hoped the Fire Tribe would no longer encroach on their lands with the cryptic message the surviving man we give.

Nero clicked his tongue as he gazed upon the loss of the outpost from the forests him and hiss men had grown accustomed to navigating. He did not arrive in time to watch the whole situation unfold, but he could only surmise that Raven tried to fight, rather than run. He half expected it to be honest, which is why he came to see it for himself. As he went to lead his men back to Murtovaara, his eyes caught a glimpse of a man fleeing the outpost, a man from the Fire Tribe based on his garb. "Do you think he got away?" one of Talon asked. Nero smirked and turned to his subordinate. "That man carries a message, one that will do little to stem the tide of war that is approaching. With the loss of Raven, Zeddicus will begin to fight this war in earnest." Nero took a heavy breath as he turned away from his men and looked deep into the heart of the forest. "This man, Pherith... he does not know who he has in his possession. We can use this to our advantage." The members of Talon were confused, unsure of what their Captain meant with such words. "We will return to Murtovaara, behind this survivor. I will convince Zeddicus that we need an alliance with the Earth Tribe to finally put an end to the Water Tribe. As for this? We were never here. Understood?" His men simply nodded, all loyal to their Captain and willing to trust in his judgment. But, Nero was telling them only half his truth. If an alliance can be established with the Earth Tribe, that would leave the Air Tribe as the odd one out. This was just the first step of something he had been working on for months. Thanks to the capture of Raven, he was now able to accelerate his time frame by weeks, if not more.

Nero motioned for his men to follow him, the group disappearing into the trees. After a few hours of moving, they found themselves at their headquarters, which was really just a small living quarters in the wooded area outside Murtovaara. It was where they ate and slept, away from the eyes of the common people. Nero changed into civilian clothes, his men chosing to fall into their beds. It had been quite a few days since any of them slept and, because of the attack on the outpost, their rest had been delayed even longer. Once he was ready, Nero made his way out of the woods and started to make his way toward the Capital. His timing could not have been better, the survivor from the outpost finally arriving at Murtovaara. He had been picked up by a contingent of soldiers, and was now likely being taken to Zeddicus. Nero waited for them to enter the gates before entering himself. He kept a decent distance behind them, making sure he did not arrive before they did. He did not want Zeddicus to know he was at the outpost himself, and he also didn't want to talk to him before he knew of Raven's capture. The survivor eventually found his way to the seat of Zeddicus' power, Nero finding a sturdy column to lean on while he waited. He decided he would give it ten to fifteen minutes before entering, deeming that to be adequate enough time for Zeddicus to hear the news and cope with the events that had unfolded.

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"M-my lord, I bear ur-urgent news," the survivor voice stammered with shakiness; fearful of the position his life would be wrapped into in just the next very moments. The soldier first knew no one interrupted Zeddicus when he was not officially available but a report of so important could not be delayed.

"Are you blind soldier? I busy...," the Undying Inferno snarled as his words struggled to slipped through his teeth that acted as barriers in front of his tongue. Zeddicus proceeded to strangle the guard he was wrestling as he squirm among the dirt aggressively.

"U-Undying Inferno, sir, its about an o- outpost near Murtovaara. The Water Tribe-- the famous General Vicnin Pherith ambushed us, s-sir."

Zeddicus whispered into his wrestling opponent's ear, "We'll continue this later."
Respectively, the guard gave his lord a hand when helping him to his feet, though Zeddicus was in no real help of getting up. The man bowed to the leader of the fire tribe before exited the area. After the fight lord was not rather sore for he has been active in numerous brawls though blood leaked from his nostrils and rolled down the cracked lips of his. Sweat sprawled against his flesh and the strains of flowing black hair found their way loosely from the pony-tail strap.

Quietly with his back not facing the solider who managed to escape the terror of the outpost ambush, Zeddicus murmured emotionless, "But... you're standing there... How?"

"The g-general, he um.... He spared me, told me to inform my superiors of the disaster."

"So, you just watched your fellow soldiers... die? And then proceeded to obey him by reporting to me?"

"Y-you... you are correct, my lord."

The outside filled with unbearable silence for approximately four minutes before the soldier decided that he could no longer hold in the news about Raven. "There is one more thing, s-sir," the survivor claimed taking a few steps back.

Zeddicus couldn't find one way deep inside of him to store the anger which he now felt existed. He was not furious that the soldier could not keep the outpost under fire tribe control, because that was not his fault it was an ambush. Though the soldier did not die with honor, he fled like a coward and literally obeyed the water tribe. Suddenly Zeddicus charged at the soldier, lifting him by his neck with both hands digging fingernails into skin, pressing down on the trachea as his the palm of his hand started heated up.

"What! What more can it be!" Zeddicus bellowed savagely. "Put on the uniform of the fire tribe and you take the sacrifices of a soldier! The code stated you sacrifice anything but your honor! Take away your honor and I shall take away your life!"

The Undying Inferno hurled the man forcefully to the ground as if he were a toy. The lord sprinted to the troop yanking the armor piece that guarded the collar bone to pull the soldier forward facing him. The way a hidden blade descend from an assassin was the way Zeddicus flame sparked however it danced a few centimeters away from the accused survivor.

For Zeddicus stopped from turning him into a pile ashes as soon as he croaked sickly with his pale face and hazel eyes revealing ha his body appeared to be near death, "Raven she--."

The last breath from the man escaped him while his head hung motionlessly.

"Raven?! What about her!" Zeddicus screamed thrashing the corpse back and forth.
"Don't tell me... Did you watch her die also! Ugh, you bastard! Wake up! Tell me what happened! TELL ME!"

Every sentence after the word 'also' he began beating the dead man's face with the strength of fist, wishing that he would
finish his sentence; waiting for Raven to swoop in and stop him from his own insanity.

Nero could hear what was occurring within, coming to the realization that Zeddicus was taking the news even harder than he had anticipated. Nero stealthily entered Zeddicus' place of power, sneaking by the guards who were avoiding the sounds of what sounded like a slaughter coming from behind them. Nero entered the room, only to see Zeddicus standing over the man's corpse, his hands blooded and his face red with anger. Nero walked to a point about five paces away from Zeddiccus, taking a knee and bending his head town. "My lord, I have come to report that Talon has successfully disabled the Water Tribe supply route. Should they send more convoys that way, they will find it unable to pass through." Nero raised his head. He did not know how to deal with Zeddicus' anger, nor how to calm the man down. Him and his men were but a tool for the Leader of Murtovaara, and could not offer anything but their blade and a direction to swing it. "I also bring news that an outpost has fallen, but it looks like I am not the first one to tell you. My sources within The Water Tribe also tell me that Raven has been captured by the one known as Vicnin Pherith, a highly talented general of Lakeshore."

There was no reason to doubt Nero's words. If anyone knew just how far Talon reached beneath the surface, it was the person they answered directly to. "Based on what I could gather, Her identity remains intact. The Water seems to only know that she is a high ranking member within our military." Nero was careful not to say anything that might reveal he had been at the scene himself. Even if Nero sent Raven to the outpost to evacuate people and not to fight, he didn't know how The Undying Inferno would react to this knowledge.

"My Lord, I propose an alliance. As you well know, The Earth Tribe has declared war against The Water Tribe. However, Toa Maunga, is still indecisive. Thus, he has not started any major action against The Water Tribe. I suggest you send me as an enovy to Shadowfen. I will not go there as the Captain of Talon, but merely a diplomat. I will convince Maunga to side with us, and if he doesn't... I will make it to where he has no choice." At this point Nero stood up, but still kept his body slightly tilted to show respect for his Leader. "While I am away securing this alliance, My Lord and Mazus can discern how we will go about rescuing Raven. If need be we might be able to use the Earth Tribe to rescue her. What do you day to this, My Lord? As always, I will carry out thy command."

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Hearing of Raven's capture the Undying Inferno dragged the direction of his head downwards in grief. Zeddicus was no longer vexed but inside he crawled into a pit of sorrow. He closed his eyes slowly gulping the hot saliva raveling down his throat. Zeddicus then zoned out of the conversation with Nero while thinking to himself, How could I be so foolish to let her slip away from my grasp. The only soul being responsible for her tragedy... is me. And I will not die believing that I am who damned her to the Water Tribe.

The only words Zeddicus collected was 'Earth Tribe' and 'Alliance'; assuming that Nero was purposing that the lord be teamed up against the Water Tribe with the Earth benders, he responded in a way as if he were in dire need for air, "Whatever... it takes... Talon Captain."

Zeddicus rose up slightly staggering as he walked a couple a steps before he stopped and glanced at the soldier which he so brutally slaughter.

"Poor soul, I should say. I should of given him a second chance so that he may redeem himself before the spirits judge him. It would be in an act of mercy. I wish there existed such a thing, I wish I knew of such a thing. But as times twisted as they are now, mercy is a hard thing to come by."

The Undying Inferno rotated his body towards Nero continuing to speak, "And Reinhardt, I desire to join you in seeking an alliance with Toa Maunga, if you are so certain that their aid will defeat the Water Tribe. As much as I would wish to, rushing in and trying to grab Raven from the enemy's grasp is quite foolish if I don't exactly know who we are allying ourselves with. And, I am sure the Earth tribe leader will lean on the alliance even more if I, the leader of the Fire Tribe humbled himself enough to approach Toa. This quest to gain the Earth Tribe's assist will either make the Fire Tribe go down in history as cowards or wise-men. And you, Reinhardt, will be known as a paragon or a great error to your people. But surprisingly, the punishments or rewards, held on my head are much greater.

There is no time for delay, we leave in two hours. Give me time to gather and prepare myself, unless you disagree against my wish to accompany you. Which of course I have no problem with if you bear a reasonable excuse. This is wholesomely up to you, whether or not I should come. So, what will it be?"

General Vicnin Pherith
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Vicnin Pherith sat making last touch-ups at the fort giving last orders. "Burn the bodies of there dead... I am no butcher I will not dishonor their dead. Send our dead to sea, these last words pained Vicnin to say slightly. But death was something he had become accustomed to so he hopped aboard his horse and prepared his personal items.

"As for the prisoner make sure she is taken care of, I want no harm to come to her. If any harm does then you will be harmed by me..." his hands tightly gripped the reins while on the horse as gathered a group of 50 men to escort him home. He would be sending vast amounts of troops to the fort as it was one of only 3 ways into the water tribe lands the others being via the ports and waterways leading into the land. Vicnin had plans to return to his home of Lakeshore where he would raise the armies should the fire tribe retaliate but where he would first take a much needed rest from war.

Vicnin knew that the water tribe had to be united one way or another by either putting someone in the seat of power or if he had, taking power himself. He knew if not the tribe would fall soon and he wouldn't let this happen while he still lived. He sent a courier to Lakeshore to inform the people of the capital of his victory which would surely call for celebration of some sort in the return of the grand war hero and great general... the general had a plan for Lakeshore and its surrounding lands as they finally departed.
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Nero

Nero's eyes widened, surprised that Zeddicus wished to join him on the voyage to Shadowfen. "That is an excellent suggestion, My Lord. Then I will travel as your guard. I am sure Mazus will be able to take care of matters here while we make the voyage. I will return to Talon and gather my gear. If we are able to leave in two hours time, we should arrive in Earth Tribe Territory within a day." Nero stood straight up, looking over to the corpse of the survivor one more time before leaving. It was not a shock to him that Zeddicus had killed the man, given the circumstances. Nero thought Zeddicus at least seemed remorseful about it, which was a good thing given where they were going. "I will see you soon, My Lord. I will be waiting just beyond the gates for you, away from the eyes of common soldiers." Nero left Zeddicus and returned to the streets of Murtovaara. The Undying Inferno, being who he is, made it easier for Nero to contact him without raising suspicion. He wasn't a man who needed guards, or even seemed to desire having them around. Nero often contemplated if it was confidence in his own strength, or paranoia due to how the system of the Fire Tribe worked. 'You keep what you kill,' was a phrase the culture they lived in was all too familiar with.

Nero made his way outside of the city limits, returning to the headquarters of Talon within the woods. Most of his men were sleeping, a few still awake to see the return of their Captain. Nero walked over t his gear and began changing once again, slightly irritated at the loops he often had to jump through in order to maintain his anonymity. "What is our next move, Captain?" Nero turned around to the voice to see Rourke standing behind him. Nero smirked, putting his hand on his comrades shoulder. "You and the others are to remain here. I am going with Zeddicus to Shadowfen to speak with Toa Maunga." Rourke widened his eyes, unsure of what this news meant. "Captain, are you sure this is wise?" Nero let out a laugh and continued putting his gear on. "Not sure yet. The Earth Tribe would not bring harm to us unless provoked. However, if we do not return within a few days... believe the worst has happened. Even with our combined strength, I do not know if we could topple the giant should we anger him. If things go that way, get in touch with Mazus. But, for now just get some rest. I feel as if the fighting is only just beginning in earnest." Rourke simply nodded and returned to his cot.

Nero attached his sword to his hip and left Talon. He took a heavy breath as he made his way back out of the woods. It had been a long time since he had gone far off without his brothers to back him up. But, this is the way it had to be. Before leaving, Nero unhitched a horse from their stables. Talon did not often use them, as they made too much noise for their liking. But, better have have one and not need it than the reverse. He led the horse to the road leading out of Murtovaara, coming to a stop at thee edge of the trees. Nero turned his eyes to the sky, seeing a bird emerge from the city and fly high into the sky. It was obviously a messenger, being sent to Shadowfen to relay that Zeddicus would be traveling there. A necessary step given the fact that if he just decided to show up, it might be seen as an act of aggression and not peace. Nero still had time before his arranged meet up with Zeddicus, but he choose to use this time to meditate on the events that had transpired the last few days.

Toa

Toa emerged from his home, rubbing his stomach and grinning widely, throwing his traveling cloak over his body. Shadowfen was bustling given the time of the day, Toa seeing this as a sign as a return to normalcy for a change. He tried to create a air of peace within the village, hoping it would distract them from the follies of the outside world. Not everyone agreed to this, some believing that they should be devoting more time to prepare for war. But, up until this point, the Water Tribe had not shown any hostility to Shadowfen. This was in no doubt due to Toa's presence. Given his age and attitude, it was difficult to discern the man's true abilities. Toa decided to take a walk around Shadowfen, hoping he would pass by more than a few generous enough vendors willing to give their leader a free sample. "Toa! Toa!" Toa turned to the voice, looking straight up to see a scout high atop one of the trees. "A messenger bird approaches!" Toa raised an eyebrow, unsure of what could be on its way without it being expected beforehand. Toa walked up to the base of one of the tallest trees and simply pressed his hand against it. Taking a few quick leaps, he found himself atop the tree, using the upper branch to support his massive frame. Sure enough, his eyes also saw the bird approaching at an incredible speed.

Holding his arm out, the bird landed on his bracer, Toa removing the message wrapped to its leg. He released the bird back into the sky, the animal flying back the way it came at just as fast of a speed. To unrolled the letter and read the contents, his expression revealing his distrust of the contents. "What is it, Toa?" Toa looked over to the scout, his eyes stern and his face serious, a sight most weren't use to seeing fro the man. "The Undying Inferno, Zeddicus, is coming here with only one escort guard. He hopes to discuss a possible alliance." Toa dropped from the tree, landing hard on the ground below, enough to cause a noticeable shake in the ground beneath him. He immediately found a nearby guard and relayed the message to the man. "Go inform the others that they are not to be touched once they enter our Land. Now, go." The guard simply bowed and took off, realizing his task would not be an easy one to complete. Toa predicted they would be there within a day or two depending on how they are traveling. This was the first time Toa was to meet another Leader, so he had no idea of protocol or what precautions he should take. But,, what was this about an alliance? Would that be even possible? Sure, both Earth and Fire had declare war against the Water, but thi did not mean that the Earth supported the Fire's "tactics." Toa began thinking too much about the situation and started pacing back in forth, thoughts of what to do overloading his politically inexperienced head.

After the quick conversation with Nero, the Undying Inferno retired to chambers where he sat upon his bed dried the sweat and blood from his face with a linen cloth. Most people who use water to rinse and wash over the bodily liquids, however those who not be of the Fire Tribe. Zeddicus refused o use water at all cost, if he were thirsty, then the lord would drink wine, need to bathe, then he would just scrub olive oil into his skin. It was not that he were scared but attempted to prove that water is used for very little such as only tended to crops and animals. Where as fire needed to keep their people alive during cold winters, or to cook their meats.

Alliance? he thought to himself as he stood up stretching.
I would never consider it... No other leader in the tribe has consider it, but what if this is the path to destroying the Water Tribe."

Being by nature power-hungry, Zeddicus would ponder of ways he could betray the Earth Tribe, but he has stopped himself from seriously wishing to do so. Reminding himself that the Water Tribe is the foe hear, if he desires to conquer over Earth then he can choose to do so after war, and if he does than that means the Earth Tribe cannot be trust and neither can Fire. But at this moment he only cares to bring back Raven and will do whatever it will take, even if it means to bind friendships.

After preparing himself he was well rested and wore his usually fashion instead brought along a brown cloak used when Zeddicus was running away from his father as a criminal. Zeddicus ordered from his solid black horse, Cole, to trot in the direction Zeddicus would reunite with Nero. When meeting up with the Talon Captain, now acting at Zeddicus's guard, he two began their journey to Shadowfen.

Zeddicus was actually glad to have Nero along, he felt trusted with the effective man. Though, Zeddicus only disagreed with Nero's merciful character. It is something the Undying Inferno will tolerate for now, but hopefully he soon know enough that it will be naive to do so if Nero were to get up close and personally with blood and gore of the homeland's soldiers.

But however the Undying Inferno was in fact scared over the whole situation, fearing that he will be known to later descendants as the disgrace that brought another war to the tribe. Thus because of this war, he was aggressive and on edge, yet perhaps conservation is the only thing to calm he nerves.

Nero

Nero road on his horse alongside Zeddicus, though there wasn't much conversation to be had. Nero wasn't much of a small-talker, and he had a feeling that Zeddicus was not one either. Despite answering directly to the man for close to a year now, Nero had not spoken to The Undying Inferno much beyond what was required to relay details and plans. Nero stopped his horse, looking far ahead their path. "We have finally arrived in Earth Tribe land. If I remember correctly, Shadowfen should not be that far. This is good, we are making excellent time." Nero's horse began to walk again, the young Captain starting to feel confident in their chances to secure an alliance with the Earth. Despite the fact Nero had planned on this happening all along, he was still surprised Zeddicus was going along with it. It is often believed that the downfall of the Fire would not be a sword at its throat, but its pride. Nero did not exhibit this trait the same way his tribesman did, the Captain coming across as someone more practical.

If all went according to plan, Zeddicus would secure a temporary alliance with the Earth, and their combined forces would begin a campaign against Lakeshore. He did however worry what repercussions would come about when the Water falls or surrenders. Would Zeddicus be merciful? Would Toa Maunga agree to whatever Zeddicus would want done with the higher ranking members of the Water? The Earth did not have anything the Fire valued, and it seemed the Earth harbored no ill will toward the Fire. Hopefully, with a little bit of luck, everything would play out perfectly. Though, Nero had been playing this game for too long to know that was unlikely.

"My Lord, would you answer a question for me? When all is said and done. When the Water falls, what will be the next move?" It was an odd question to ask, but Nero felt he was never more likely to get an honest answer than now. "Should the Earth agree to our terms, Lakeshore would not be able to overcome our combined forces. But, once we achieve this goal, will we continue with the other Tribes?" Despite having fought for the Fire for close to a decade, Nero truly never understood why they fought in the first place. He had heard stories, but they were just fairy tales told to children. Nero wanted the truth, but he didn't know if Zeddicus even knew the truth himself. Was the man he followed simply doing what those before him had done, or was there something deeper to it?

Toa

Toa had just been informed that The Undying Inferno had entered Earth Tribe lands. The man was making impeccable time, but that was throwing Toa off his game more and more. This would be the first time Toa ever had to make a decision as a Leader that truly mattered. Even the decision to go to war was more of a group coming to a consensus than it was Toa's own will. Hell, the seeds had been planted by the previous Leader and now Toa was expected to water and nurture them. Telling his men to leave him for a few hours while he meditated, Toa began wandering around the far outskirts of Shadowfen, preferring the quiet of the forest to the liveliness of the world he had grown accustomed to since meeting Mora. Toa was an anomaly within this world, often described as a beast incarnate. He tried his hardest to appear as if the civilized world was one he felt comfortable in, but his childhood and early years made such feelings difficult to bear. His responsibility was not one he asked for, but one he knew he had to take on. Still though, his tribesmen did not question him when he went on his own, a respect that Toa desperately needed to maintain his own sanity sometimes.

Toa walked amongst the untouched trees of the forest, far outside the eyes of Shadowfen. Though he had always wandered areas like this, More taught him to see them a different way, a way that made the atmosphere surrounding him all the more calming. Picking a spot as good as any, Toa sat done on the ground as the earth underneath him raised up, forming a round platform upon which he sat. He rested his hands upon his lap and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as he closed his eyes. Like this, Toa felt as though he could hear the heartbeat of the world. Every pulse, every root acting like a blood vein, was audible in his mind. He pondered not on the soon to be arriving Zeddicus, nor on the memories of a life he still clings too. But, instead he pondered on the dirt beneath him and the air around him. He pondered on what lengths he would go to to protect it, and what he would have to do to those who would bring harm to it.

As Zeddicus was informed that the two now step in the lands of the Earth tribe he simple nodded. Though the lord owned a horse, he never was really fond of them and rather felt comfortable walking on foot. Yet traveling on foot would take much longer than ever wished for. So Zeddicus considered himself a horse for journeys like so.

When Nero gave his question to the Undying Inferno he not turning his head to answer it,

"I almost seems like you are asking why I fight, or where my fighting will lead us. I do swear that I am not insulted, therefore have no worries that I'll break your neck or kindle your flesh into a smokey pile of ashes, or whatever those foolish rumors say I do to my men. Yet, I will confess that I was born a boy of course, though as soon as I took my first step a blade was shoved into my arms and my fath-- trainer, ordered me to kill. It was as if I were an attack-dog, commanded by my master to tear apart whatever made him, the tribe, and me stronger.

But anyways... A very special... girl. Once told me that every soul belonging to the tribe is a spark. And if the sparks are combined together we are unstoppable, we are an inferno. But if we separate and lose faith in each other, than passion burns out and so does that inferno. And I believe her, but even our own damn people won't stand together."

Zeddicus chuckled before continuing, "Us fire wielder, we're so bloody stubborn and arrogant. That is probably why we are begging the Earth Tribe for assist. It honestly pains me to do so. But it wounds me even more to see those bastards snatch away my heart, not aware of how they toy with her."

The Undying Inferno turned his head sharply to Nero.

"But if the Earth Tribe, Toa Maunga, is going to be who brings Raven back into my arms. Then I can tell you decades from now and I will do all in my power to make sure that none of my people will harm his. With the water tribe fallen that would only leave the air tribe, I have no worries for them now. But if those wind lovers ever cross the line the way the water tribe did, then the best they do is drop dead. Because when I get to them, death will be what they'll be desperate for.

Hope that answers your question, boy.

Now my turn. What about you? If you were leader, the water tribe is nothing but rumors in our children's stories. What then?"

Nero

Nero quietly listened to his Leader, surprised just how important Raven really was to him. Usually, Zeddicus appeared cold and distant to him, but for now at least, he appeared just as human as any other. Nero smirked widely in response to Zeddicus' hypothetical question. "My Lord, I honestly have not ever given one thought to such a situation. But, if I was to speak truthfully, I would burn the Air Tribe to the ground." Nero's words were icy and pale, no emotion or hesitation to them. "Before your time as Leader, and mine as a man, I lived with my parents far from the hustle and bustle of Murtovaara. My father was a diplomat, quite a powerful one, or so I am told. He was also honorable. He could not be bought, bullied, or corrupted. Raiders from Air Tribe lands decided our secluded home was a target worthy of plunder. At least, that's what we were told. My brother suspected more was at play. Our father believed that there was a reason the Air Tribe was staying neutral in matters of war or politics. The Earth Tribe hoped to avoid harming the land, but the Air... the Air was different. Their reasons weren't so clear, shrouded in mystery. My father believed they were hiding something within their indifference. My brother believed this as well and would not let such thoughts leave his mind." Nero gripped the straps of his horse tightly, surprised he was telling someone else something he had kept close to him for so long.

"I, however, believed my brother delusional. Sometimes, you are just a target. No malice, no ill will... just something worth taking from. There is no great secret to the Air Tribe. Just cowardice. I would be lying if I said my intentions weren't born of vengeance. I know Airedale had nothing to do with the attack against my home, but I also know they did nothing to prevent it. There are many plagues upon this land, My Lord. Apathy. Indifference. Such plagues often go unnoticed, but for some they are never forgotten." Nero looked forward with a thousand yard stare, one of confidence and anger. "But, such thoughts will forever stay in the land of hypothetical, and it is best that is where they stay." Nero looked over to Zeddicus, his eyes reverting back their normal gaze. "I refuse to kill captured enemies unless they leave me no other choice. Yet, I would burn the Air to the ground if given such an opportunity. That's a paradox, My Lord. It is why I find comfort in Talon. For there is no room for a paradox atop the mountain. I would argue such things make me the perfect soldier, but a rather lackluster man." He chuckled a bit and turned back to the road ahead of them. "As I'm sure you've noticed, Earth eyes are all around us. Watching. We're getting closer."

Toa

Toa perked up at a sound in the distance. It was faint, but in his current state he could make it out without much concentration. It was not an animal, but none decides those of Shadowfen would be in the area. He took a drawn out sniff of the air, unable to recognize the scent as one he had grown accustomed to. It was a stranger, but nonetheless, the scent it gave off was familiar. This perplexed him just enough to warrant investigation. Toa opened his eyes and his platform began to recede back into the ground. He began following the scent, curious as to what would be on the end. It wasn't long before he found its origin, standing on the opposite side of an ancient tree of the forest. Whatever was on the other side of this tree, Toa had at least discovered why the scent seemed so familiar. The tree had a similar scent to it, almost as if whatever this thing was had once been a part of the tree. It was a hard thing to describe, but all Toa knew was that if it shared a scent similar to one of the trees, it was not something to fear. Well, for him at least... hopefully.

Toa began to walk around the tree, the sight of a woman sitting on the ground surprising him to say the least. It wasn't her gender that surprised, mind you, but instead her overall aura and appearance. She had intricate tattoos and more than a few burns covering her body. Toa first thought she was a refugee from a neighboring land, but something about her seemed off. Despite being relatively young in appearance, the scent she gave Toa seemed older. Much older. For now, Toa decided to attribute this to the tree, as he found himself simply staring rather than investigating. He kept his difference from the woman as he slowly made his way to her front, knowing that she had to have noticed his presence. He held his hands up, hoping this would help him lower her guard. But, his massive size would make even his best efforts often prove fruitless. My name is Toa, Leader of Shadowfen. First, you appear out of thin air. Then, I find you in tatters. So, forgive me, but you have made me quite curious as to who you are and how you got here." Toa looked over the woman and quickly turned around. "Sorry, I often don't pick up on things right away." He removed his traveling cloak and tossed it back to the woman. "Well, good thing I decided to leave with that on today. It might be a little... big. Well, probably a lot big." Toa laughed a bit to himself, not having really dealt with members of the opposite sex beyond Mora, and usually by this point she would have hit him so hard he wouldn't b cognitive for over a week. "You appear out of nowhere and bare a scent similar to one of our oldest trees. May I ask who you are?"

Zeddicus smiled as he sensed Nero unleashing all of his inner fury and wrath, Zeddicus is well aware of how revealing it feels to simply pour out hidden words like such; that is just another reason why Zeddicus yearned for Raven's presence.

"So, tell me, boy," Zeddicus reacted to Nero's former speech.
"How many lads have you told that to? Were those true words locked deeply into your heart, and now you let go? I understand indefinitely how it feels. I also understand what you mean when one is existed to be taken. And once taken I believe they are of course controlled and exploited. That's me."

The lord pounded his chest as his brow furrowed.

"Though I do wonder who would of I become if my father was not Zayne Thanos, one of Murtovaara's greatest instructors. What if I had both a mother and father and perhaps a brother or seven. A tough, well-working, family who did not hate each other, but worked a farm belonging to Fire Tribe. Would I be the same. Hell no! I believe strongly that no other man could of pushed me harder than my father."

Zeddicus lowered his face to the ground in grief remembering how his father died by his hands. Though nobody but Raven knows that the lord killed his own father.

"Sadly, though I was insanely vexed with him, I hated the fact that he died by the blade of a...a street thug. That honorable man's grave was a bloody gutter. Did I kill my father's murderer? Yes, in fact I did. Because even though I went through moments worse than hell with my father, I should thank him. Why? It is because of this, now listen to me, boy. There is this old say I use to tell myself, 'You do not know how strong you are, until you have no choice but to be strong.' When I once remained a student of my father at the age of thirteen, something terrible happened one day. More gruesome to me than most days."

Zeddicus held his breath, preparing his emotions in order to continue.

"You see, Raven was instructed by my father also. Well, one evening of strenuous training. And we were permitted to bring one flask or bottle of water for the entire day of full training. And we would be crazy to ask my father if we could refill the container. Well, after I drank all of my water I was still very parched and because I was trained harsher than Raven she spared me her bottle.
I refused but she insisted and told me if I did not agree I would pass out. And there were consequences if we fainted. So I drank it. She soon enough became thirsty and we both had none left and none of the other young warriors shared. Thus Raven did the fearful knowing if she hadn't then her body would collapse. She begged my father for water. He grabbed her neck the way I grabbed the neck of that soldier today, and called a wretched weakling in a deafening roar. My father then lunged her to the ground and then struck her on the face, cursing her more. But that wasn't enough! The miscreant of a man tugged her leg, twisting it, and charged his foot straight her joint; breaking her leg. I still remember that crack of Raven's bones when that happened.

Was I was angry? Beyond imagine. I should of stopped him earlier, thought I was never going to stop him. But I gathered more indignation than courage and grasped the biggest rock I could find on the ground. I hurled the thing at my father's back, not really aim just wanting to hurt him.

My father turned to me smirking. I thought he was going to beat to unconsciousness. But he just gave an unwelcoming smirk and step forth to be. He leaned over into my ear and hissed, 'If you care so much about your friend. Drag her over to that corner and help her.'

I could not do it, but I believe I had no choice. So, I watched her weep as I snapped the bone back in place. She scream wishing the torment would end. I just stood there sinking in guilt. It was all my fault! I should of been in her position, the one to be punished!

I could never really sleep decently that day, or the entire week. Crying out to myself, asking why does this happen to me? What is the purpose, how am I getting any stronger when broken down so often. It was not until perhaps a decades later that I knew that I, Zeddicus Thanos, became what I have overcome. I have a past like no other, to become a leader like no other."

Zeddicus looked into his companion's grey eyes, now speaking in an informal way, "Nero, everything does happen for a reason,
even if we are not wise enough to see it. So we must wait on time and learn from what wrong has been done. And eventually we must move on."

Nero

Nero faced downward, surprised at hearing a side of Zeddicus that he did not know. He smiled a bit, wondering how the the common soldiers would react if they knew their Leader had gone through such trials and was not simply born who he is, but became it. "I will take what you have said to heart, My Lord. Sometimes I ponder... how will I fit into a world without war. Its what I was bred for, what I was trained for. I cannot see my life without a sword held against an enemies throat. Though, that makes me more so willing to do whatever I have to to achieve such a world. The me now is curious as to what the me then will be. Many would calm me an idealist, but I believe there is a difference between delusion and hope. There will always be those who wish to wage war, and there will always be those who wish to wage it against them. Well, at least its something to ponder, anyway." Nero faced forward, taking a deep breath as if he now felt refreshed. Night was falling upon the land, but the two of them just had a short ways to go before reaching Shadowfen.

Nero was correct in his guess as the tall trees that surrounded the Earth capital of Shadowfen came into view. "My Lord, we will be arriving soon. No doubt an official escort will meet us at the entrance to Shadowfen. Toa Maunga is a young leader with many supporters within the Earth Tribe. I've never seen the man personally, but rumors say he resembles a mountain. While that is most certainly not the case, I do not believe we should underestimate him. He seems to be an honorable man, but even men of honor can bring about misfortune." Nero was somewhat excited, having never traveled to any land in an official capacity. Usually he had to sneak in through forests and river, often finding him and his men smelling of all kinds of foul things once they emerged. It was a different feeling to just walk right into a place.

"I believe it best we play this as close to our chests as possible, My Lord. Normally, I would say to share the circumstances surrounding Raven to him. It will likely have an effect on him. Based on my resources, Maunga was once involved in a non-romantic relationship with a woman, but she died several years ago. It seems cold, but this will most likely give a common understanding between you two. However, the decision is up to you. We could hide this information. There is the possibility that if he knows he will try to leverage it against us. Both paths have their pros and cons."

Toa

Toa slowly turned back around, looking the woman head to toe and chuckling a bit. "Uberto Proctor? The name sounds familiar, but I can't place where. You say you're his disciple? Oh, could it be that you belong to a religious group somewhere close to here?" Toa shook his head immediately after saying that, knowing it was almost certainly not the case. "Anyway, Yes. To answer your question, that tree has been here for a very long time. Ancient by most people's standards... well, at least mine anyway." To looked over the woman once more now that he could see her face. Just as he thought, she had been burned, likely attacked by raiders from Fire Tribe lands. "You spent time in the tree, you say? Ah, well then that must make you a member of the Earth Tribe, like me. Though, I think I would remember you if you were from Shadowfen. Well, your scent would be what I remember. Could you possibly be from one of the small villages?"

The woman was different, and Toa knew it, though he could not place the reason why. She was of the Earth Tribe, at least that's what Toa surmised from what she had told him. He was still curious as to who this Uberto Proctor fellow was. Toa wasn't exactly known for his knowledge on things of history and legend, having hardly ever paid attention when being instructed on such things. He looked over her blade as well. It was weird to say the least, as it didn't necessarily look old, but the design was not something Toa was familiar with. "Well, whatever the case may be, I don't think we're going to be able to do much out here. Do you want to return to Shadowfen with me? There we can get you some clothes and a meal to go along with it. Generally, we tend to be suspicious of people we don't know, but since you can manipulate Earth, everything should be fine." Toa smiled, seemingly forgetting that one of the most feared men in the lands was about to be on his doorstep. His one-track-mindedness was one of his most endearing qualities, but also one of his most frustrating for his people to deal with.