The vague figure of Azador appeared stood standing on the small coastline which surrounded the castlewalls. It was surprisingly dark.
Only a small orb that seemed to float in Azador left hand, emitted a red glow which lit up the area revealing Azador’s face and his usual clothing.
With a quick glance he saw Zaboorak coming out of the water, and a small grin appeared on his face. He stepped forward and bowed for a moment and stood up with the orb still magically floating.
“It is a honor to meet thou again, mighty leader of Hakiems”
He greeted him with a warm smile.
“I see you need my assistance…with your battle.”
He quickly glanced to the left, seeing the red orb glow even more fiercely.
“This is the magical item I have been talking about…it’s an ingenious artifact that once belonged to my master, before I snatched it away that is.
It is perfect for the circumstances which thou are dealing with.”
He explained, he looked around the area he didn’t want to anyone to see the bright light, that could blew his cover completely, luckily this was not the case as far as he could see and continued talking to the Hakiem leader.
“It works pretty simple…it can transport people from one point to the other, yet it leaves completely no trace of anything happening at all. It seems the army’s mages can easily detect any teleportation coming in and out of Castle town. If you would use a simple teleportation spell you will have the Royal guards waiting for you before you even get there.
But this artifact uses a different form of magic, and as such powers are unknown to any magician we can easily teleport your Hakiem soldiers from outside to inside town.
We can even prepare a whole army just waiting inside of town without getting detected.”
He simply explained, awaiting a reaction of the Zaboorak himself.

OOC: I hope you don’t mind the magic orb thing Alpha.

OOC: The orb thing is excellent.

IC:
Zaboorak can't help but smirk at the Hylian's greeting as he waves his hand, manipulating the water in his clothing with his magic. A hydral sphere appears in the air, drawing its source from his damp figure that is suddenly getting drier. "It isss a pleasssure to meet with you again asss well, Azador. I do hope that my sssudden requessst for aid hasss not been much of an inconveniensce for you." He bows his head in his fellow mage's direction, radiating a false warmth outward. He does derive true pleasure from meeting with Azador again, but only because doing so should help his own plans come to fruition . . .

Ah yes, so that is it. "I sssee," the Zora mutters as he gazes upon the spherical object in Azador's hands. "Truly a miraculousss piece of work; I am quite impresssed that you managed to get sssuch an obviousssly valuable trinket away from your old massster." He grins at the mage. "Your ssskillsss mussst be even more amazing than I originally believed, for there could be no way that he would have allowed you to easssily essscape him with sssuch a thing."

Azador's comment about transporting an entire army inside the city walls only makes his smile grow. 'Yesss . . . scertainly, obtaining the ssserviscesss of thisss man isss one of the bessst movesss I have managed in a long time . . .'

"It wasn't easy at all, but at one time I made that little gamble and took away a few of the many artifacts that my master has under his possession.
I believe my master has other things to worry about other then just a little stolen trinket." He answered Zaboorak's question, and after a small pause he continued speaking.
"Well...if you wouldn't mind my lord, could you please share with me your plans,
if you simply want me to create a hidden army, I would gladly arrange a place to hide such a thing is very easy with the certain connections I have, or you might know of a suitable place to take preparations."

"It would be my pleasssure, Azador," Zaboorak says as he strides forward, deciding to view the walls of North Castle rather than looking at the mage behind him. "A hidden army would scertainly be a very ussseful item to have . . . but I would like to have sssomething a bit more . . . grand.

"In three daysss, one of the ssstrongessst of the Hakiemsss Tribe, a Sssheikah by the name of Xamnial, will lead an asssault on the palasce. No doubt the appearansce of him on the back of one of my mossst powerful creationsss ever will lead to the Hyrulians' fighting back, thereby descimating their forscesss. But an attack from without will only do ssso much damage. It will be harmful the way I have already dessscribed it; it will be crippling if we can move our own group inssside the wallsss and initiate a sssurprissse offensssive on any and all Knightsss in the area." 'Might even win me back sssome goodwill amongssst the Dark Army, which could prove quite ussseful . . .'

But he waves his hand in dismissal of Azador's suggestion. "I appresciate the offer, but I think it would be bessst to bring in the Hakiemsss asss ssshortly before Xamnial arrivesss asss posssible. It will be far easier for one man to maneuver around the scity than for an army of Sssheikah. If we can wait until jussst before the attack is launched, that would likely be the bessst courssse of action."

'The man certainly knows what he is doing, as suspected...
He takes everything in notion including the risks, he doesn't underestimate his enemies nor does he doubt his own plans....he truly is a good leader.'
He thought while Zaboorak told of his plans.
Shortly after the man stopped speaking, he stepped forward and looked down in the black pool that was the border between the save territory of castle town and the beast plains.
"Your wish is my command, if you could notify when you will set this scheme in working, so I can meet and teleport any people or....one of you creations into town.
But I have yet another power that I can make useful in this situation, I'm still part of the royal guards or at least they think I take such a title serious. I might as well check over by the knights and see what for defensive strategy they are planning."

The wizard's voice sounded more cheerful, working like this in secret is something he definatly enjoyed doing.

Zaboorak stands silent for several seconds, apparently taking in the details of Azador's second 'power'. Then, slowly, he turns back around to face the mage, his face sporting the widest grin he has shown in some time, his joy at this new revelation spurring those azure lips of his into a smile that emanates with the maniacal side of his nature. "That . . . could be mossst ussseful, my friend."

He grows silent again, rubbing his cheek with a hand, contemplating the hundreds of ways that such a trait could be transformed into yet another advantage for the already powerful Hakiems Tribe. 'We could have him report a disssturbansce, and then ambusssh them there . . . or learn of any new defensssesss and their weaknesssesss, ssso that we can blow holesss through them asss well asss hurt their resssolve . . .' But no, he finally decides. These plans are all ingenious, certainly, but there is one factor that causes him to rule them out and opt for a much simpler one. "Yesss," he finally says aloud, "it would be good to know what they are planning, but let usss keep the information gathered in sssuch a manner to a minimum. Sssee, if you can, what the patrol routesss are for the guardsss; then on the night of the invasssion we can teleport them within the scity at pointsss that are clossse to thossse pathsss.

"If we try to do anything to fanscy . . . and if sssomeone sssurvivesss, or even if the Hakiemsss ssshould sssomehow be defeated -" He doesn't believe this will happen, but experience has taught him time and time again that one must cover for such "impossible" outcomes. "- then they may well be able to realize your involvement with usss through sssuch thingsss. We mussst be cautiousss until victory has been claimed; then and only then may we be more overt in our asssaultsss and information gathering."

"Perfect...that shouldn't be that hard." The mage replied.
He stepped back from the lake from surprise...He thought he saw a vague figure moving on the other side. It could just be a owl searching for food in dark of night.
But the fact that he was just so easily distracted angered him. He did not want to let this take much longer as the minute passed he got more and more the feeling of being watched even with a the powerful Hakiem leader just a few steps away from him, it just didn't feel very comfortable at all and his grin disappeared.
"Now, I still have a final question...Is there any date you have this assault planned?
I would like to be prepared." He said to kill the silence.

Zaboorak turns to face Azador, surprise on his face. "Did I not mention to you the date of our attack? Pleassse forgive my oversssight." Something is up, or at least Azador thinks it is; the Zora remembers quite clearly speaking of the date just a few minutes earlier in the discussion. The Zora stretches out with his senses before continuing. "The asssault will come three daysss from now; that isss when the Hyruliansss will truly learn to fear my Hakiemsss."

"ah..yes..yes..I see.
It seems we have everything planned then haven’t we?"
The mage stepped away from the Hakiem leader facing him in the back for a few seconds only to turn around again.
"I must be off now I also have other business to settle if you don't mind",
The wizard sounded a bit tensed, he looked at the orb still ominously floating in the palm of his hand, now glowing very bright as it felt it was going to be used soon.
"I still have your whistle...so if anything is the matter I will contact you right away."
He bowed for a moment, ” I do hope everything goes as thou have calculated, my lord"
Azador looked to Zaboorak right in the eyes for the last time.
"Good night, my lord."
He spoke a few unknown words and the orb began to glow even more brighter as the image of Azador slowly faded away until there was nothing left of him.

OOC: Sorry for the late repley I haven't been really active latelly mostly because of the pile of homework that needs to be done. But I hope I made my self useful in your story.

OOC: Indeed you have, Jarod, no need to worry about that.

IC:
"Yesss, it scertainly doesss appear that everything isss in order," Zaboorak agrees slyly as he stares at the walls surrounding this magnificent city. No doubt they were intended to hold back the force of the largest of armies . . . but where an army can fail, he knows he and his assassins can flourish. "It isss my hope that everything worksss out asss we have planned, though I have no doubt thingsss will be altered from the predictionsss. Sssuch isss the way life worksss, after all . . ."

As Azador turns to leave and then disappears, the Zora can only watch with a grin on his face. Yes, this orb of his certainly looks like it will do the job, and better than Zaboorak had ever dreamed when the pawn had hinted about it in his messages! The invasion will no doubt be a success - how much of a success, and whether they shall succeed in all their goals or only a few . . . that is what he believes will be changed from what he has predicted, despite the work he has done to heighten the odds in the Hakiems' favor as much as possible.

'But it cannot be helped.' He turns back to the walls while his hands wave in the air. Water coalesces at his feet, forming a solid barrier on which he can stand. Then it rises upwards, levitating him up and on top of the walls, to where he can take a good look at the city that lies there, unaware of the fate that is to come upon it.

Three days. That is all the time he needs to ensure that that fate arrives.

He smiles to himself. This will be fun.