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Imperial City, War Room
King Mondaine, Liana Crowclaw and Majisto the Blue are assessing the situation and plan their next move against the Falx:

Mondaine: 'Reports have shown that the Falx have dismantled their initial portal, to reroute and reinforce their second larger fortress. The place also doubles as a staging ground for their armies. They also seem to have formed an alliance with the undead.'
Liana: 'It seems unreasonable of them to put all their eggs in one basket."
Majisto: 'Such is the decadence of the Falx I'm afraid. They seem confident that thelast battle left us in disarray.'
Mondaine: 'What they do not know however, is that I have already contacted Thane Mithrilfist and Enchantress Moonsong; with their aid, as battered and weary we may be, we should be able to match them evenly!'

Majisto: 'Do not forget your grace, that even though our heroes are still recovering, we have a slight edge of two of the four Lords under are service! But here they come, and by the looks of it, they brought a guest!'
Pizzaro&Isabella: 'Greetings sire!'
Mondaine: 'Greetings! And who would be your prisoner?'

Gurak: 'The name's Gurak. I am here to ask you, as leader of your people, to allow me to fight by your side.'
Mondaine: 'And why would an ork ever consider allying with its mortal enemy? As far as I know the orks are in league with the Falx.'

Gurak: 'That is not an alliance, but slavery! My people are chained, downtrodden, abused: their vision blinded. This is not what they deserve. That is why I want to fight. I want to murder Falx. For if they die, my kin may be able to roam free once more.'
Isabella: 'I can assure you, your grace, that Gurak is a formidable warrior.'

Mondaine: 'I may not be in favor of your kind, but that does sound like a terrible fate to befall on your kinsmen. I shall allow your contribution Gurak, on the condition that you move back to the lands of West, if we are to win this battle.'
Gurak: 'So shall it be, King Mondaine! You have my word of honor, which I shall demonstrate by cleaving as many wretched Falx as I must!'

Majisto: 'Pizzaro, Isabella - there is something we need to discuss about the Portal Fortress. It appears that Torquemada has been taken over by an entity that claims to be the very ebonite ore itself.'

Majisto: 'Since the entity is linked to the very ore that the fortress is made of, feeding off the energy between realms, I am afraid we might have to destroy that as well to ensure absolute victory. This however, could result in severing your only way back home. I know this is a lot to ask, but are you still willing to fight?'
The Falx Lords pause, overwhelmed by the weight of the decision.

Pizzaro: 'I'm in!'
Isabella: 'WHAT!?'

Pizzaro: 'I know Isabella, I know. Even the natives duped us! This sounds crazy, but here's the thing: the heads back home probably ate up Torque's lies. We're dead men for them anyways. But I still love the Republic! Therefore I will not stand until I see a respectable Falx donning cursed ebonite on itself, to willingly become a minion of some crazed "being"!'

Isabella is still torn on the issue... to never see her homeland! To never parttake in conquests! To be stuck in this wretched mudball! However, deep down she realizes the truth behind Pizzaro's words: if Torquemada (or whatever that has become of him) wins, there's no stopping him unleashing the ebon plague on the Republic itself!

Isabella: 'At your service!'

Mondaine: 'Excellent! I am very grateful of your decision. You shall be deployed soon; you will meet with the dwarves and lady Valeera on the battlefield.'




















lol j/k