"You will be leaving as soon as possible. We are leaving everything else up to you, your minds together are better than our best tacticians." Yurrak spoke.
"Ah, indeed you will. But if i may say, and i will say, you will all probably be in the harshest conditions. So good luck."
Rhaebold grabbed his axe with a fierce face. This was suicidal! He stood up and saw in the corners of his eyes alot of Warriors unsheath their weapons.
"This is madness!" He shouted, "You send your best on a suicide mission? Do you have no minds!"

The Vampire King angrily stood up. How dare Humans speak to HIM in such manners! His eyes grew dark and his muscles bulked. Human Guards turned towards their Vamparic counterparts, weapons drawn and eagerness to battle strong. Alot of the Heroes also rose, tension was high and now tempermants were going to be quick to break. Having gathered what seemed like support, Rhaebold continued.

"You are sending us, who could help on the front lines to our deaths? Why? So you know you have had a vague chance? What type of King are you? Your not. Your a treacherous fool!"
That had been it. The Vampire King was not to be pushed that far and two Vampires appeared at his side. Slowly he strode over to Rhaebolds imposing figure, his arrogant face contorted with rage towards the Axeman.
Rhaebold stared into the Kings eyes with ignorance. He was not afraid and he wouldn't be. A point had to be made.

"How very dare you..." The Vampire King whispered in a sly, new personality. His head was resting on the Barbarians shoulder, each facing another way. "How dare you even think about talking like that to me of all things! You stand down or i will assure you that we will engage in a fight and that you and your... Friends," he spat, "Will die!"

Rhaebold slowly looked around him. He saw determination in all faces but that of the Elves, who seemed more interested and calm, as it was no despute of theirs. Apart from the mission, of course. The Vampires had appeared in greater numbers, probably from the Towns Guard from what he knew. A fight was brewing, and it would not be nice. His vision was guided towards his own King, whom had requested his sword and whos athletic, slim form stood towering above his own Elite Guards. He stalked over to the Vampire King.

"You will NOT be talking like that to ANY of my men or women!" He shouted, sword in hand. Rhaebolds eyes widened slightly, even his King was taking up sword and shield to defend a mere peasent to him! What a king he was!
"You will stand down, Provolius! Or your quarel will be with me." He looked quickly to Rhaebold and winked, "Or rather with the Human Empire who shall forever stand tall and proud!"
Defiance blaring in the Undead kings face, he angrily sat back down. His face staring emotionlessly again at everyone. Yurrak, who stood standing began to shake everyones hands.

What an inspiring king.
"You have my blessings, Heroes... No, Legends of the land! Go forth, go forth and know that you shall forever be in our hearts and prayers!"

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