Gregory took the stairs back down and soon was greeted with the din of so many voices and scents his first instinct was to flee. His senses were blurring everything together. He could not make out any given sound or smell. It was like this often in cities, but he wasn’t used to it in his own home.
As he resisted the urge to find a quiet space away from the crowd, he had to enter the war room. There was why the chaos of scents and sound existed. Everyone was already at the meeting and seemed to be trying to communicate something to someone else. It was a zoo in more ways than one, but no one seemed about to kill anyone else. So
Gregory was not getting tired and irritable as the night wore on and the fine details were hashed out. Jobs and groups decided on. How they were going to move the people and equipment was discussed to the point he felt it was just splitting hairs. But, that was what he told the group at the beginning of the meeting. Now they were going over how the timing was going to go down to the very last second it felt like. Now they still have to hash out how they were going to get those they could save back here and to proper medical attention, also, the injured and of course the prisoners if they needed to interrogate th
Once the final faction members had been appeased and the fine details had been assigned and agreed upon. They packed up what they needed to and left the members behind that were needed to take the first shift in the war room and communication centre. Others were headed to sleep and the rest were sent to organize everything that would be needed for every step of the mission and have it ready to go.The clock was now no longer looming but was ticking on the wall of the war room in reality.Gregory headed out the back of the
Darkness leaving the world again and the creature that is known as Hannibal was forced underground again. He had long ago shunned the harsh rays of the sun for many other reasons. But he told himself it was because life in the sun had long since bored him. Why should he waste his time within the mundane world? All that was left for him there at this time were games to pass the time and he was done with that. He had lost the enjoyment of the challenge when he could outsmart them all again and again. No, the time was coming in just a few days to change the board and the game. He was going to take it to a whole new level. No more of this skulking around to avoid detection to get what he wanted. No more cowering in fear of detection by those lesser beings. How dare they tell their elder he was wrong, perverse and criminal. He would soon be telling them the real truth. His truth.
Only a few hours to go now. Gregory could feel the excitement and dread mixing with a level of anger. The army was ready to assault all locations at once. All reports from those that could stealthily investigate had come back that the enemy camps were gearing up for something. But from what they could see it was not this attack that they were gearing for. They would not be ready for this attack at all. The rogues would be caught flat-footed in their territory. There was speculation that the rogues might believe that the council would not send out a force to stop them. Others thought the
He’d summon the scum to him as soon as he sensed his conscious presence and he was still not here. It was irritating. He wanted to know why his plans weren’t moving faster and he would not accept excuses this time. His army wasn’t getting any bigger or even closer to being a fighting force. His anger bled into his eyesight and his power lashed out from him at the closest creatures. A flock of birds fell from the sky in a hail of feathers. Each small body landing in a sickening thud. The sickly smell of disease and rot filtering suddenly from each still form. 
The Command Centre and War Room were a hive of activity as information, reports and requests came in fast and furious. Edith and Allan stood in the room clarifying responses and permitting requests. They made sure to view the reports and have them passed on to the correct people that needed to know. Edith found it especially tiring, in a mental sort of way. While her mate seemed too on the other hand be in his element. Who would have known that he came into his own under fire like this? “I’m taking a break and I’m going to check in on Aricka. She’s oddly quiet and that worries me.”“Yeah, I don’t think she took well to being ordered bac
In the dark Jeff and his team watched these slavering, rotting creatures move towards them with a startling speed. Their dead eyes almost glowing with a burning hatred and single-minded need for killing. Three of his team instantly shifted forms leaving clothes and other things on the ground. A druid in the back was smart to grab up as many things as she could see as the real fighters moved forwards. The shifters still had their harnesses on so many had to remember they had swords and other weapons making them larger as they fought in this enclosed space. The corridor only allowed for a couple of these creatures to come forwards while the others pushed them forwards from behind them eager to the fresh prey personally.
Rolo came through the portal with the diary clutched in his hands. This was something he would not let anyone else be tempted by. As soon as he had seen the markings on the walls and the rot within everything including the very walls, he’d known it wasn’t life-magic. It was death magic, necromancy. He thought they had destroyed all the true necromancers decades ago. But just like a bad penny. One of them had surfaced again. Hannibal was old by the looks of it and had been off the raid at least since the last uprising or even befo