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Lorenzo and company soon reached the outskirts of the camp, and they saw the thousands that awaited them...

"Hmm, well let's just remember, getting out is alot harder than getting in. Stay unseen, strike fast and get out however possible. At least one of us has to make it to the mark to take him out."

He surveyed his men, who nodded in grim acceptance then he proceeded with the plan. "These troops are probably starting towards Oceanus for an offensive, so they may not notice a few of our blades moving about, at least not until we get close to the General's tent. In 10 minutes, after our mages cast shadow spells on us, the mages will then unleash the spell mines hidden along the path they're taking, throwing the place into chaos as if the Kingdom of Oceanus is attacking. Use that time to get close to the tent and track down the general if they move him."

"Slay the general, try not to kill anyone else before the mines go off, we don't want to raise the alarm too early. Then try to get back to the rendevous point, understood?"

His men nodded. "Very well, let's proceed..." The mages cast shadowform spells on the other assassins, Lorenzo simply put on a black cloak that granted invisibility and the assassins went into the lair of the enemy...

"Emperor, do I have permission to withdraw to the inner walls? We have not the men to hold this."

Smiling at that, Erunion replied.
"We haven't the men for the outer wall. Trap the gates, but leave them closed. We can't make it to obvious. Many of their creatures cannot fly and will take the easier entrance, blowing down the gates instead of clambering up the massive walls. Now these shouldn't be ordinary traps, they will require our best magi. They Must be invisible, and the must do absolutely no damage for a good twenty minutes. This will make them go unnoticed for a long while. In the end, that alone will account for the better portion of their land forces.
Now, we should have our men on the inner wall, a thousand covering the approach with the other thousand waiting in reserve. Any questions or problems???"

"None at all, I will lead the mage team if you wish, I am, as you know, a great mage, my recomendations are that Drake Drakonius lead the air defense with the airships and dragon ships and that my son lead the footmen ground forces, Xerxus is a great warrior, but he is a loner and looks down upon humans, my son is a better tactician than I and is also quite charismatic, his quick judgement also won him many battles in his time in the Eraborian army and the resistance. I also recomend that you personally lead your elite warriors into battle, but take no risks, we cannot afford to lose you", says Septim.

Septim wonders how Xerxus can have two conversations at once across the base.

"Xerxus, you do look down upon us, whether you know it or not, you think yourself better than us, even if you are...besides, Drake has been on this planet for many years, and seeing as he is the size of a small dragonship in dragon form, he can lead the battle personally as if he were a ship...along with the ten other Drakonians."

"While you decide I will prepare for battle", says Septim.

Septim puts on a new set of robes, Eraborian imperial robes, rather than the bloody cloth around his legs. Septim gives Firengard to Validus, knowing that he would need it more in the thick of battle than Septim would need it setting magical traps. Septim then takes his old staff, Venific, and walked back to the HQ chambers.

"Made your decision yet?"

Erunion surveys the land, but sees two small villages on it's surface.
"What!??! Merkar, Hestortal, go to these villages and bring the survivors back inside the inner walls. That is, of course, if they are friends. If they stay where they are they will both be destroyed."

*Septim wonders how they got the elephant to the island and why they would even bring one...

Hopping from shadow to shadow, Lorenzo quickly makes his way through the crowds. Having little time to catch a breather before more guards or soldiers come his way.

Halfway to his destination a series of loud rumbles came from his south. The explosions had begun. Loud cries of demons and other monsters came as the explosions killed or injured many, but it was a mere drop in the bucket compared to the tens of thousands in the group.

The troops surged towards the explosions as more random mines went off to add to the chaos. Lorenzo went into a wild dash, like he knew the rest of his assassins would, the chaos wouldn't last too long once the army realised that the attack was being staged.

As the members of the army were now on heightened alert stealth would be difficult, or almost impossible, now it was time to follow a path of blood. One group of guards saw him first, and rushed him with spears. Lorenzo let some throwing knives drop from holsters hidden by his sleeves and threw them at the guards, striking them square in the face.

Continuing his mad rush, he heard cries of alarm from closer by as his men were being encountered. Some ended in harsh, monstrous screams, other time the cries of his men shook him to the bone. Either way, time was running out..

[[ Its my son  ^-^, I dont know, I just searched in google for a picture x] ]]

(Septim, care to play the general that I'm after?)

(lol. That was very 'inspired')

The messengers arrive at the two elven villages, and they deliver the messages.

To whom it may concern.
I advise you to remove yourself to the inner wall, or else your forces will be destroyed in the up and coming battle.

Sincerely,

Erunion Telcontar, Duke of Naergothrendar, general of the armies of Oceanus.

Meanwhile, back at the encampment...

Only 5 of the 20 assassins still remained, however they were now within sight of the general's tent. These 5 had escaped detection, as the guards believed that the 'threats' of the Oceanus army and the few rogues had been taken care of. Among them was Lorenzo, as he spotted his other men he signalled to them to prepare to take out the guards.

"Damn.." Lorenzo muttered under his breath. Cell A was his elites and they had suffered this many losses to get this far. He doubted many would escape unharmed once they moved in for the killing strike.

Lorenzo pulled out his longbow and set the string, as he did so he pulled out two arrows. Muttering a quick magical incantation, the arrows seemed to disappear in his hands as the invisibility took effect. He then shot twice, once at each guard and they both fell. Elsewhere his men did the same thing. They then rushed into the tent, blades and bow at the ready to find...

(the elephant is big enough to knock down a wall its wearing enchanted armour too,its tusks would kill someone on impalement,its a demonic elephant too)

{[elephant like this?]}

Lorenzo sizes up his opponent and notices that another two of his men were down. Growling Lorenzo mutters the word "Shimmer." Quickly 5 copies of himself spread out around the tent while his remaining assassins tried to work against the guards.

His 4 of his images moved in towards the general with blades in hand while one hung back and readied a bow and arrow. The true magic of the spell was that the real Lorenzo could 'teleport' from clone to clone, so long as they were 'alive' while the illusionary magics could convince anyone that the strikes from the weapons were real. As the general moved to fight the attackers, his blade passed through one of the clones which dissapeared. However, Lorenzo jumped into the bow-wielding clone  and the arrows started to fly towards the general..

*the giant elephant mercenarys continue to wander around aimlessly with no work*

Sherigar-Hasphat turns around and smashes Lorenzo out the side of his office with the back of his wrist, breaking his jaw,, he sits down in his chair and looks around for more enemies, seeing none he begins tending to his wound before realizing that the knives were poisoned. The wound expands and burns at his skin, the skin itself becoming dark and spongy.

"Great..."

The infection spreads within twenty seconds, and Hasphat manages to pray to his Gods before falling down upon the floor, his body melts away into nothing.

***

"Sherigar-Hasphat is dead sir", says Septim's servent.

"Good, I will be back", says Septim before disappearing, he reappears in the office of Lorenzo's lieutenant, Septim drops a bag of gold on the desk.

"Good work...", says Septim before disappearing, he reappears back at the base.

"Telcontar, their good General is dead, now the less skilled tacticians will have to take charge", says Septim.

As the demonic armies approach, many traps go off, destroying much of their army, the shower of arrows also destroy many of the demon's physical bodies. The one hundred left alive push forward to be killed by Telcont*beep*lites. In the air, the eleven Drakonian elites tear apart the smaller, weaker demons. The flames from their breath destroy many as well. Drake sees a big demon on the horizon and goes forth, his teeth tear into the demon and flames go forth, charring him. Drake gets a good grip with his teeth, raises his head, and throws the demon to the ground. Oceanus had won the day.

***

The soldiers and officers of Oceanus had a great party that day to celebrate.