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Ogedei smirked at Ellis as she clambered up.

"Your foot goes there." He threw out as an insturction.

One everyone was situated on their steeds, Ogedei lead them on a northbound road, but was careful to keep the retreating Orc army far to the west.

Running into them now would be bad.

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Several hundred thousand kilometers away in Orsinium Palace...

Warchief Jabshisha entered the throne room and dropped to her knees halfway to the black-iron throne. The cold, dark, empty hall was dimly light by torches set in support pillars and the overall grayness of the room was overwhelming. Not that it mattered to Jabshisha. She was an Orc after all. Beauty had no meaning to her.

The Warchief bowed her head, folding herself forward in a worshipping position. “Steinar has fallen back from Chorrol, Great One.”   Jabshisha’s voice was distinctly feminine, but rough, and little gurgly, like she had something stuck in her throat.

The figure did not speak. Did not move. It did not even appear to acknowledge Jabshisha’s presence. This, however, did not unnerve her. This was the usual. In fact, it would unnerve her if He did speak.

“However, the city was destroyed. It is defeated, my Lord. Chorrol does not stand.”

Her only response was silence. A long silence, before a voice run out in the hall.

“Urak.”   This voice was not what one would expect from the figure. It was deep, very deep, set far back in the throat, but harmonious. He probably had a lovely singing voice. As He spoke, He held each name at length, tasting them. “Mioshe. Moctezuma. Ellis. Elda. Denon. Malus. Rhaolan. Garred. Dominates… All-Warriors.”

Jabshisha hesitated before answering, like she had expected her Great One to say something on the Chorrol matter. And even though He didn’t, there was no way she was going to point it out.

“What are these, Great One?”

“Enemies. Your… targets.”   He drew the words out in a drawl, as if he had all the time in the world to say them.

Jabshisha was not surprised he knew these names, or where he found them from. She had begun to realize a long time ago that he seemed to know everything. Even things he shouldn’t. Things he couldn’t possibly know.

Jabshisha bowed her head to the floor, so that her forehead almost touched it. “Great One.”   She said again in parting. Then she was out of the room.