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@ThatOneNewGuy you alive man?
An escort of 3 Orks took the scholar into a large tent. It had logs as supports and a large bonfire burned outside it. Inside the tent they found a long table and at the head of that table a large Ork sat. He spoke Xianese, although little of it and with the thick tongued accent of the Dru. 'I Sonatdarok, Darok of Bubgruk. What would you ask of me?'

OOC Sorry I haven't been posting much lately but I was away from Monday to Friday this week.


"Honorable Bubgruk" he began, barely masking his disgust "My master, Emperor Ling, wishes for me to provide you with support during your offensive. I am a scholar of medicine, and his Majesty in his infinite wisdom, has determined that you'll need a demon healer."
@Kenny1

"True. If you need, you could ask King Turak for aid," he spoke. "You just have to come up with some funny reason, and you get to see the sight of two fanatic armies tear itself apart."

"Although the undead have more skill in the rip and tear factor."


Ling sighed, having been dreading this conversation. Picking his words carefully he emotionlessly said "As entertaining as that may be, I don't believe that is a viable option. Xi'an is very uneasy about your kind, with many believing you're possessed or worse. Just having your King for a visit caused protests and I had to spend weeks afterwards convincing my own vassals not to get involved with your stay here."

Ling paused too look out the window, and in a rare human moment said "I may be Emperor, but even my powers are limited by what my people will tolerate. Having Orcs in Xi'an is already causing problems for me, and my court still at best tolerates you."

Putting his hands on the skeleton's shoulders he said "I have put myself into a very dangerous position having you here, especially having already allied with the Orcs camped outside the city. But, I gladly paid it. Because, you and that brilliant mind could save me and my people from our fate. The fate of this ancient kingdom, may very well rest on your shoulders."
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"As you wish so. How goes the war though," he asked. "I am not in the mood, to be killed by some fanatic. I have to put up with one already. Not in the mood to die to one."


"Well we had a minor set back, but nothing I can't handle." Ling admitted "You are part of the first priority evacuation, so no worries. If things get to risky you'll be one of the first to be evacuated. Your research is the future of Xi'an, you're probably one of the safest people in the Kingdom."
@NecroKnight Ling thought for a moment. Let's wait until you've mastered this technique before I grant access to the remains of our treasured warriors."
Slightly unnerved Ling cleared his throat "Yes of course. I'll have Nanking prison briefed that you are to be provided with what you request."
Orc Encampments, Nanking
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With the citizens safely evacuated to the inner walls, the suburbs had come to function as makeshift barracks for the troops. The Xianese troops had taken up camp inside of businesses and public spaces, though not residential homes.

Outside of the Or encampments, which were the furthest from the city in agricultural areas, a messenger approached one of the biggest tents. The snow covered ground crunched under his entirely impractical silk shoes. The man was a scholar, as was evidenced by the distinctive hat he was holding onto as the miserable wind tried to rip it off his head. The red silk robe of the human whipped violently in the winds, as the full misery of a Xianese winter set in.

"I seek an audience with your leader" he said as he entered the tent
The emperor regarded the spell curiously. It bore very little resemblance to demon spells, which were much more specific about the energy source of the spell. But, not one to argue with experts, Ling held his right hand over the bones.

His hand glowed with energy as he summoned his magic from within. The light flickered like a glowing red flame, reflecting light around the room. As he read the spell the light turned into a blazing white fire, enveloping the bones in flames so hot that the ink pot on the desk caught on fire and the desk was scorched from one side to the other. The oppressive heat baked the room, as if they were in a huge oven.

As the monarch finished the spell the flames died down, revealing what had happened to the bones.

(Ooc you can decide what happens)
"Well in that case I could try it. If you just show me what to do I'll cast the spell." Ling said, rolling up his sleeves to prepare
"Hmm... could you try using a demon to cast the spell? The magic keeping you alive might be altering the exact way your magic acts, like a gentle wind current" Ling asked, dodging the last question
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