A small squad of armed men and woman riding Whanoos stopped as they reached a bluff overlooking Cirdiff. The costal city was now ablaze and glowed in the night. An armored man rode up to the only unarmored person amongst the group.
“Greatness” he said.
“Mhm?” Belizub said, her tail swishing behind her. The soldier gulped nervously. All races where supposed to be equal by order of the queen, and the head of the Council of Magicians, but a Delhdrin in such a high position was still enough to put any guard on edge.
“The city has been completely ransacked. The citizen death toll has not been tallied yet but is expected to reach the hundreds. Many Sisters of All have fallen as well as a few of our own magicians, and soldiers” he said before gulping again. “The city is still ablaze, and local magicians as well as a few of our own have been trying to fight the flames. We are publicly blaming the Sisters for this event, but the people seem to be suspicious. If we are not careful the truth will be unveiled” he said.
“That would be quite the problem wouldn’t it” she said, not looking away from the city, seemingly mesmerized by the flames. The man looked around nervously as if asking for help. Suddenly a bulky, though far from unattractive woman sighed, and walked her Whanoo over. She had light brown hair tied into a bun, with light yellow eyes, and markings to match across her fair skin. Her traits easily identified her as a native of the Greater Woods, or one of its surrounding villages. Lands far to the north east of the great sea.
“Greatness with all due respect you should not be here. The people are suspicious enough of us without a Delhdrin strutting around. And you can’t seem to keep your races animalistic instincts at bay, perhaps someone more…suitable for the task could lead us” the woman said frowning. The man gasped, but the woman scowled at him. “Don’t be like that, she’s to focused on the fire to care. Besides she is a child, she has no right to lead us” she said, but as she turned back to the Delhdrin, her blood went cold. Belizub was staring right at her. The younger girl hopped of her mount and looked up at the rider with her unchanging grin, her council issued robes fluttering behind her in the wind.
“My my you are brave to talk to the member of the council like that” she said, her tail swishing faster. The woman looked freighted.
“I-I’m sorry Greatness I meant no disrespect” she said.
“Off your horse” Belizub demanded. The knight did as she was told looking nervous.
“Now, lick my boots like the scum you are” she said. The knight stepped forward as if she was about to do so, but suddenly drew her sword.
“Like hell I’m licking the boots of some purple skinned brat” she shouted, raising the blade over her head.
“crrink” Belizub said calmly, and suddenly the knights head twisted around with a satisfying “crunch”. She fell to the ground dead, a shocked look sprawled across her face, and the man yelped.
“So” Belizub said turning to the man with her same unwavering smile. “We turned the towns people against us, and their mistrust is warranted, we lost many of our magicians and a most disrespectful knight, and the Sisters are already active. Can you tell me sir, is there any good news?” she asked.
“Y-yes Greatness” he chocked. “It seems that our mission was successful” he said. Belizubs smile seemed to widen, and her tail swished faster.
“Good” she said. “Then it was all worth it”