One war. Two Sisters. One end.
There is no running from it. Fate shall have its way as both daughters of Stormband take to the field of battle. Each with one goal - vengeance.
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The otaurs are very loyal. Almost to a fault. Once they are committed, they remain devoted. Even at the expense of their own lives. You can never separate an otaur from its assigned task.
Igil's Complete Beastiary (Unabridged, Revised and Extended)
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The early spring's night had fallen in that nether region between being seasonally normal and a little too hot to be comfortable. Perhaps it was her impatience and frustration that added to the sensation of heat rather than the actual weather. It didn't really matter. She was miserably uncomfortable, and that was what counted.
Unable to calm her mind enough to sleep, Cassandra instead took to pacing the distance inside her command tent. Back and forth, over and over, she passed by the disheveled, map laden table too many times to keep track of. Several of the parchment sheets had been discarded to the ground in haphazard piles.
The general had expected either Lady Noranda's demon to have reported back or, more hopefully, brought her sister to her by now. She had been assured it would do the job she had tasked unto it with precision and dedication. However, with each passing moment, the seconds counted off by the gradually increased chirping of long dormant insects waking from winter, Cassandra became resigned to both desires being an unlikely possibility. So when the shade appeared, eyes glowing red, bobbing just beyond the sphere of faint light cast by the oil lamp, she both was relieved and concerned simultaneously.
"My general." It spoke, eyes dipping down in a reverence that few mortals could ever expect to draw out of a demonic presence.
"Spare me the formalities." Cassandra's impatience spat out of her like the rain on the night she left her sister behind years before. "Obviously something is wrong. Where is Lady Noranda's latest pet?"
"My apologies, general. The Ancient One was dispatched."
Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Yes, I know he was dispatched. I was the one who dispatched him to hunt for signs of—"
"My further apologies, general." If the minor demon had any concern over cutting off the red-headed woman fuming with anger, it showed none. "A poor choice of words on my part. He was defeated. By your sister and her companions."
