Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160701214926/@comment-24510587-20160708142024

Through the high halls of the Ardapelin's headquarters in the Abyss, many people passed every day. Officers summoned by their superiors, foot soldiers on their way to receive their pay, administrative staff running about with papers and documents, sometimes even one or two particularly lost tourists walking into the wrong building. Today, however, things were more quiet than usual. Perhaps it was because many were out waging a battle against the Raboth. There were a couple of high-ranking officers strolling towards the mess hall, and a couple of soldiers were milling about cracking jokes. That, and a lone messenger.

The messenger was running towards the study of the Battlemage Regiment's Captain General. "Captain General! Captain General!" He shouted as he ran into the room. The Captain General in question, Andurin Nemanil, who was sitting at his desk reading a tome, looked up as the messenger entered.

"Captain General, sir, I bring news from the capital."

"Well, I'm sure you are not paid to just stand around here, so spit it out," Andurin said, as he looked up at the man standing in front of his desk.

"Sir, the Aran has called for a Purge of the Raboth. The Ardapelin are to exterminate them before their numbers grow too large and they overrun Quanorin. The High Marshal has decided to send the Battlemages for this. You are to join the forces of Vendis Tur Mithridates Pontus."

Andurin looked down at his tome for a second, before looking back up at the messenger. "So, my cousin is out for blood again... Very well. I could do with some time outside this city," he murmured, more to himself than to the messenger.

"You may go. Fund my lieutenants and tell them to prepare for war."