[i][b]"This information will prove valuable. We will wait a while and see what grows of the seeds of strife that you planted; you have done well. I will have to give you some sort of reward for this, but first, let us pay a visit to the newest lands of my domain."[/b][/i]

By the time the report was done, Octavius was Fully dressed with his armor hiding the multitude of scars while tinkerhel remained naked. Clothing Octavius first was an appreciated act of submission, either that or simple placation for him while truly submitting to the keeper. Either way she clothes were a snap to get on, or off, quite literally a snap of her fingers summoned serpentine straps of sable to keep her in place.

A snap was just as long as it took for the keeper to take them to the source of the new carnage. His stomach churned at the bedlam that these others caused. Even with enchantments and experience he was still sickened by the carnage. There was a reason he never went to war, it was to avoid wholesale slaughter like this.

Then the imps came, just as before like an infection of infernal army ants to scour the land clean of any life left in this place. Unsure of any other plans, he kept the greatsword resting on his shoulder while in a protective position over the keeper and tinkerhel on the other side. He watched and waited for all the others to fall in at the lords command.

[i][b]"Well, this could have certainly gone more smoothly, but in the end it turned out well enough I suppose...of course, without Shukra's guidance the orcs let some fleeing peasants escape. I will need a volunteer or two to hunt them down before they reach another settlement, so that they cannot draw unwanted attention to us. There is also the matter of who will govern this trashpile of a holdfast. And the matter of what to do with those who were too cowardly or incapable of taking charge this battle. Anybody care to chime in?"[/b][/i]

Riding the praise, he sought to strengthen the position of his good work by summoning a mount from the wand on his arm. In truth he wanted to be well out of the reach of backlash when the keeper started culling disappointments. Getting away from the carnage would be a relief to his overwhelmed senses as well.

"Please sire, let me ride down the stragglers as time is of the essence."