Smiley listened closely to all that was said, even though it'd be rare if he remembered any of it. A lone blue spark crawled across the ground, trailing up his side until it entered one of his ears, and his dark red eyes turned a flash of purple, as he silently spoke the words, "I understand."

He walked up to Sovelis, ignoring anything the Tempest General had been doing, as well as anyone the General had been speaking or had been spoken to by, turning the man around to face him, and began to speak. "Sovelis, while you outrank me, I have a mission of dire importance for you, and must tell you about it privately." he said, clearly expressing that it was a private matter.

The two groups stayed silent and listened to the plans unfold. It was then made clear that they would attack Rauru Town. It was Vilks turn to speak. "We have a base near Raura Town, I assume that you don't mind if we lend you a hand." Even as he said this, his face scoured the room, he was looking for an old friend. 'She' would be here.

Cormoros turned slightly to face Sovelis. "You have changed much, I see." The undead said in a drowling tone. "As for your question....Rauru would make a great base for us, we desire it whole...of course." He said.

The Bokoblin tailoring Arrika grunted, it had found an armor that fit her nicely. It was hard and compact, yes smooth and elegant. It would allow her full mobility and defense in combat, something expected from the forges of Hyrule. Then again, the giant slash across the Triforce symbol on breastplate obviously meant this was stolen. The Miniblin moved on to Masakazu, looking around for an armor of similar quality, but in his size.

Cormoros turned to Vilk. "If you so desire, then it is fine with me. We will depart in ten minutes." He turned to the Bokoblin tailor. "Have them ready by then."

"As you wish," Vilk replied. He threw a stone on the table. He went on to explain, "This stone is a tracking device as we have tabs on it. Destroy it when you wish for our forces to meet your's. We will be at the location in a matter of seconds. Now excuse us, but we have troops to rally." Vilk and his group left without another word. The signal to summon them was fairly well explained.

Kobas nodded as Arrika put the new armor on, saying, "Yes, I suppose that'll do... I don't suppose you have a selection of slim swords she can try?"

"Me? A sword? Really?" Arrika asked, thinking that Kobas had originally intended for her to stick to her daggers.

"Yes, really. You'd be a nice myrmidon by now if I hadn't left... Besides, you can switch off whenever you feel like. And you've still got that boomerang I gave you, right?"

"Is it supposed to make a little whirlwind whenever I throw it?"

"Yes, I couldn't figure out how to make flames appear on it without burning the wood," Rhyss commented absentmindedly. The reddish-haired mage was in the middle of shaping what looked like a floating glob of water. It eventually hardened and darkened to a shining black, shaping into armor for Kobas.

"You still had it?" Kobas asked, astonished. "After all this time?" The twin-stacked shoulder blades went over his trenchcoat in a similar style to the ones worn by rogues and swordmasters in Tellius, and a pair of gauntlets went over his rough leather gloves. Rhyss mumbled a bit to himself as he plucked a breastplate from the crate, pulling and stretching it as if it were gum until it fit Kobas. The blue-haired rogue grinned, clapping Rhyss on the back and praising him. "You're fantastic, Rhyss. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You're welcome," he replied stiffly.

Masakazu ran his finger over the armor, his eyes sparkling with greed and anticipation. Smiling slightly - a smile that one would find menacing, and it would've been better had he not smiled at all - he withdrew his long sword, glinting dangerously. He ran his long finger over the sharp edge, preparing himself, emotionally, for battle. He was ready, he supposed.

Walking closer to the table, Masakazu examined the given stone carefully. He did not touch it of course - he would not have dared. However, seeing it in material, lying there, on the table, gave him a cold shiver down his spine.

"Arrika. You, Rhyss, Kobas, and that freak over there who's obsessed with his sword shall come with Cormoros and Myself to lead the assault on Rauru." Sovelis said, raising to his feet and grabbing his sword. "I guess I cannot just blast everything into small pieces, so this will be a more...combat oriented attack. I will go alongside the initial attack to keep the troops in line...and obliterate any resistance that we encounter." the Tempest had an exited gleam in his eyes, as if he was ready to kill anything in his way.

Smiley huffed for a moment, eyes closed as he quelled his temper, which was only inches away from using his powers of magnetism, and using it to destroy that automail arm the Tempest had. "I understand I am only five feet tall. That does not give you permission to ignore me, Sovelis. Give me five minutes of your time, and I promise you, it is worth it. You don't, and when this war is over and we have lost, you will not be happy." he said, as if what he was trying to tell Sovelis was important.

"Yessir," Arrika said, her expression becoming grim, as if she could already see the blood dripping off her blade. Kobas nodded, saying nothing, thinking of the madness of war that was sure to come.

Rhyss grinned excitedly instead, and bringing two fingers to his mouth he made a sharp, shrill whistle that rang through the huge room. There was silence, nothing, and Arrika stared at Rhyss as if he was crazy. A cold draft blew through the room, which seemed absurd as they were underground. The air collected and swirled violently next to Rhyss, then solidified into the form of a very large dog that seemed closer to a wolf. The wolf had shaggy fur in different shades of grey, and giving a loud and happy bark tugged on Rhyss's robes.

"Down, Hayaji!" Rhyss said, annoyed, then made two short whistles. Hayaji immediately went into a rigid, soldieresque sitting position, his eyes and ears directed straight ahead. After a few moments Rhyss scratched it affectionately behind the ears and it allowed itself to relax.

"Don't tell me you've got your own furry killing machine now," Kobas said. "Would our General mind?' He asked in a carefree and light tone, as if he really didn't care what the answer was. Meanwhile the wolf bumped its nose against Arrika's hand, who just laughed and ran her fingers through its long fur.

"I'm sorry...I did not mean to ignore you, Smiley. Let us take a little walk down the hallway then if you want to talk with me. We have a little time before we depart for Rauru..." Sovelis said, looking up and nodding at him. "And Rhyss...I really don't care, as log as it can kill, we can use it." the Tempest told the eager mage as he walked towards the massive stone doors and motioned for Smiley to follow him out into the hallway. The Darknuts at the door opened the door and stood attentively as their seemingly younger General walked past them, and into the hallway beyond the doors.

Smiley followed Sovelis, and once the two were able to speak privately, he began his speech, given to him by Being. "Sovelis, you still remember Worru, correct?" he began, asking the Tempest a question that he needed not answered. "You see, we have plans for the boy, but there is one flaw with him now. As long as that flaw exists, our plans for the boy will never come to fruitition. Now, you see, this is where you come in. What I need for you to do is to remove the innocence from his eyes. Kill someone in front of him, burn down a home, just do anything you can in front of him, and make sure he sees it happen till the end."

"Now, if you complete this, we will reward you with one of two choices: Either you can choose whatever you want, or you could...what was it Being called it? Use your last save file. Now, do we have an agreement?" he finished, looking up at the General for his answer.

"My last save file? What is he talking about? This is no game. This is all real." Sovelis said, looking at Smiley strangely. He put his hand to his chin, and stood there contemplating the offer. After a few minutes of thinking, the Tempest General spoke. "I will do this. But I will want to speak to Being himself after I accomplish your little Side-Mission. Agreed?" Sovelis asked, holding out his real hand to Smiley.

OoC: I have fun saying Saber-tatch instead of saber-tosh.

OOC: I wish the worst for your friends and family. *tips hat*

IC: Lerick, Yassen, and three Retrieval units named Buck, Len, and Urn stood in the corner, conversing silently. They hadn't paid much attention to the events of the meeting--They were here for one purpose only--To fulfill the duty that their gang had been paid to perform. They were the only representatives from their group, but there was no doubt that they were up to the task. Yassen gingerly touched his right cheek, which was horribly burned from the incident in the alleyway not too long ago, as he spoke. "I ain't ready for battle yet. What's the boss thinking, sending an injured man out to war like this? There are plenty abler men!"

Lerick's hard eyes shot towards his whining accomplice, berating him with an air of superiority. "Yassen, there are many men more able-bodied than you, but it's not because of your injury. You've recovered plenty, it's been weeks. Your limbs have never been better. The only thing injured is your pride, which I consider to be abundant enough as is. Besides, you aren't the only one who was injured. Just be glad you weren't one of the ones we lost in that attack." He looked towards the ground solemnly as he finished his statement. He did not enjoy losing his men--The reason he was such a powerhouse was so that he could cover escapes. Just the thought that they had lost four men in the assault mocked him constantly, a symbol of inadequacy in his eyes.

Yassen shifted uncomfortably, ignoring the snickers from the three lesser members. "Oh, sure, you had it so hard. I highly doubt that mage I fought was even human..." He decided now was a good time to cut his losses, and turned to face the ones in charge of the army's organization. "I presume we'll be paid before we risk our lives for your selfish claims?" He called out with obvious disdain--Just because he was fighting for them didn't mean he had to enjoy it.

OOC: Buck, Urn, and Len will use the standard Retrieval stats, they are only named to make RPing easier. Lerick and Yassen, on the other hand, will use their special stats.

OOC: Good, now we can begin. After reading this and replying, head to the north side of Rauru, i'll have the first battle up in about an hour, or if not, tomorrow morning.

IC: Cormoros picked up the stone provided by Vilk. "Hmm. Very well. We will meet with you momentarily." The undead general said. He turned to Kobas, Ryss and Arrika. "If you are quite done now, we are about to leave." He said in his drowling voice, as the doors opened up for him to depart. "Be at the entrance in five minuets, we will leave momentarily." He continued, walking out as Sovelis began issuing orders to his subboordinates. Just before he fully left, he turned around once more. "This is war, do not expect comforts like now for some time. There will be very many hardships ahead." He said, his voice indicated to Kobas and Arrika, and he finaly left.

The first General addressed by Yassen did not move. But just as the being finished talking, all that was left of the commander on his seat was his hooded cloak. He himself had appeared behind Yassen, who had just been forced into a mental and physical lockdown. All of his brain and bodily functions instantly stopped, and he fell to the floor, his own mind sealed off.

"It would be very rude of you to adress me in this manner." The General said. And now, the room could get a good look at the thing, for a thing it was. It's pale skin was transparent, it's muscles and veins clearly visible under it. The General was rather tall, and though he did not look like it, his arms clearly told all around that he was quite muscular. However, it was not these particular features that caught everyones attention; it was his face, or lack of one. The area where his face should have been was instead occupied by a huge, quite powerfull, fanged mouth.

"It is not wise to fight a battle that is futile. You may go and risk your lives in this conflict, though you will not be needed. We have plenty of creatures stronger than you." He said to Yassen, at the same time undoing the spell upon him. He vanished again, appearing back in his throne, cloak back on, arms crossed. "You will soon learn your place."

OOC: Aaaaaannnd, GO!

just one reply from everyone is appreciated here. Saber: No stats until a possible second-to-last fight. That spell I just used was a MAJOR God-mod, and I am sorry. However, do you think lord voldemort would spare a death eater that talked back? Be mercifull that Yassen is alive, but try to be more considerate of the things your characters say next time. I have worse people in the dark army....

The Battle of rauru will be up soon, be prepared! and once more, Saber, sorry for god-modding...

Smiley nodded, reaching out his metal hand to shake with Sovelis' real one. "I did not understand his words either, Sovelis. He just told me that. Now, as for meeting him, that can be arranged, but only in a neutral area." he explained, before letting go of the Tempest's hand, and grinning, his teeth seeming to glow in the shadows he now found himself in.