War Council

Stoneshade Keep

In what would become a common occurrence in the weeks to come Duke Stoneshade, Sir Zane and Margrave Otho, The Purger met in the Lord's Commander office.

"Could this be what your agent was warning us about?" Asked the Duke.
The old Knight considered what they had just learned from The Purger and his own man, who had apparently returned with a wild tale of travelling to the heart of the desert and the home of the Ozainae.

"Maybe, but he never reported on anything other than the Odonine. I am not sure his knowledge would reach that far to know what a foreign military power was planning." He offered considering all angles and options.

"Unless those mountain savages are part of it. Allied with these desert folk..." Offered Margrave.

The Duke and Sir Zane exchanged concerned looks.
"We don't know much about the Ozainae. But we believe the two to be enemies." Stoneshade said painfully aware of how limited their intel on the continent was. "And your man is sure an army is marching this way?"

The Purger nodded, his red eyes boring on Duke. "I have know Malacost for many years. He has served the Inquisition faithfully on many occasions. He says these desert savages call their army the Sand Horde and they are emptying every tent and yurt marching our way." He assured the two nobles.

"And this talk that one of our own citizens become the vessel for some Immortal being? You believe it, truly?" Came the question from the Duke.

"The Pillars themselves command me to come to Arcadia. The stain of the Maleficium is large in these lands. " He said frowning. "When it comes to the Maleficium's reach and power, I keep an open mind." He took a sip of water. He had kept a few details for himself yet. Details that he had to think long and hard on before deciding if he was going to share with the two. Especially the tale that the traitor Voah was accompanied by some tattooed man able to negate magik.

Could it be, after all these years that a Vaux was found? Here in the heart of Arcadia?

"Sir Zane, dispatch scouts north and to the west. We need more information and confirmation on these disturbing news." The Lord Commander ordered.
"Start preparations for war..." Came the order.

The old Knight of Salos grunted.

Better safe than sorry.