Plotting

Gra'akast

Tamazzalt sat in his large library sipping the delicate hibiscus tea, reading through the missives that demanded his immidiate attention.

While the new Seer did not emerge from the desert to submit herself to the Ritual of Rebirth, The Ascendant held the power over most facets of Ozainae life. There were very few decisions he could not make. Chief among them raise the Horde.

Because in the long succession of Immortal Seers, the emergence of a new vessel, never took very long, most of his predecessors had always refrained from making choices that could influence the Ozainae way of life and displease the next Sister Locust.

Tamazzalt however was a different breed of man. He didn't not believe in sitting idle. The first letter that required his attention was a minor dispute over an oasis in the northern reaches of the Desert between two feuding Septs. The Ozainae could not afford blood feuds amongst their numbers. Not if the Horde was to be raised and the foreign dogs from the stone city defeated. He would write to both patriarchs demanding that the Septs be united via marriage of their first born.

Next he read a report regarding the battle in the Odsier plans. His spies reported a resounding defeat for the tribes, where they lost thousands of warriors and a dozen of their most powerful Bonecasters. Despite the victory and the fact that Koshnem gambit seemed to be paying off, ingratiating himself to the leaders of the stone city, the report spoke that the Helians could combat magik without wielding none of their one.
That their might seemed to be centred of unquestionable faith in their own demon gods. He crumbled the letter in frustration.

That old fool should have raised the Horde as soon as the newcomers set foot in Arcadia. They had lost precious time.

Amastan and Agizul were still travelling towards the city having suffered some setbacks. With them came Shalia Nix, the Voice of Winter. The Warchieftans' own right hand. Tamazzalt could not wait to meet her. Although a foreigner she at least appeared to have the urgency to get things done and the fight against the invaders started in earnest.

He sat back on his chair and looked at the sandglass on his desk. The Brotherhood had been dispatched. It was a huge gamble but this would be the best opportunity they would ever have.

Tamazzalt, The Ascendant, not for the first time, wondered what would happen if the Seer found no vessel...