A Vanguard.

[Daemier God]

Evrosai Cormani, was upon his steed, the newest of the generation. Its furry body would shift under him and streach out its long legs and paws lightly spread. Long claws would be seen from the padded sheaths of the great cats. He was one of the few upon a great cat, they were rare and hard to train, you had to do it from kitten. He smiled, the cats armored head would shift and look slightly back, a yawn showed its great ivory colored fangs. He pat her side and would lightly heel her into a move, taking greater strides then the long line of troops that followed him. As a general of the Sithis clan he would be patrolling the boundries while his Sire was off in another land. He was the first line of defence and left the others to protect the Capital, and smiled. Rumor had it some bandits had made themselves at home in a valley pass. And he would head there, to place the merchants petitions of protection into action. He hated sitting at the palaces location and meet delegates. He was a general not an Ambassador. But would if Lord Sithis asked.

He would raise his hand and set this glade as their base. Nearby was the valley, and moving all in would just warn the bandits and therefore give away his location. So he stopped them here and watched as they would unpack the wagons and set up base camp. " This is where the Legion shall set up, I want the eyeless ones on the scent, and get the Sentries on duty Kira." He smiled to his underofficer, and she would bow and set off to ready them all. He would leave camp, and head up to the ridge, looking over the valley. Below was a furtile ground, and the city, a hub of the trade in the borderlands and for fish.

[Pyro]

Freyja was one of the four generals under lord Sithis, though she was a general she did her work like the ones that served under her. Out on one of her daily scouting, she would catch sight of General Cormani's troops setting up camp. She would grin wide, as she watched them from one of the near by trees. She was general of the Ops group, they were always the ones that were sent out to gather information, or do assassin type work. They were a tight knit group of soldiers, each trained in the art of ninja. They were very sneaky, even hard to find. They could disappear in an instant, leaving no trace of their presence behind.

Watching from the treetop, she would watch as the troops interacted together. Each one working together to set up the tents, placing things of importance such as their weapons in certain places. They were the first ones to be deployed into battle, they were the ones that trained day and night to be ready for the coming war.

Dropping from the branch she perched on, she would casually walk into the camp. Yes they would first draw their weapons, but they were careful not to point them at the woman. She was the only female general to follow sithis, something that was always judged. First they thought she was his lover, then they thought she killed the last general to take his place. No, she earned her spot, hand picked by Raven Sithis himself.

"Boys, keep those things to yourself.." Her words were soothing, but also somewhat mocking. She wished one would make the mistake to point his sword at her again, it was fun showing the on lookers what she knew how to do.

[Daemier God]

Evrosai watched over the Valley, from his vantage spot, it was easy to overlook his own camp aswell. The eyeless ones were released with their handlers, carefull was he to see this was the case. Eyeless ones without the collar were dangerous, and such was a caution to see the handlers were magic users to handle them. A race created by mages and bought by the Cormani clan long ago. Each generation born the same, with the same intellegance and knowledge. But they were invaluble for hunting bandits whom hid in any climate.

Kira would look over the camp, her orders given and followed as she had gotten them from her general. She looked as a woman entered the camp casually. And laughed, of course few women would do such a thing, and it spoke of Freyja, another General as he own commander was. She was watching, as the guards unsheathed weapons, but did not call them off. Any whom struck was sure to do so with intent to kill, their training deemed it. But also their training was seen by the King himself, a program set and followed as were any orders of the leader. She would watch for now, shifting into the shadows, as a large knight looked over Freyja.

His name, Anderson, Kith a Royal pain in the ass to any he came across. A guard chosen to interregation of the enemy when the regular Questioner was busy. Nothing about this man spoke of nobility, and certainly he held none of the lines in his blood. He was just a bully, and got this job for his skills, not his brains. So he laughed to this new comer. She was some backtalking witch, and thus nothing more then a nuciance to the General. So why waste his time. " Stop there or be cut down. I offer only once."

[Pyro]

Laughter bellowed out from the woman, as her hand rested lightly on her sword. The man was absolutely hilarious, and very naive to who she was. It was necessary for all troops to know who all the generals were, and obviously he didn't know who she was. Her laughter suddenly came to a stop, as she just stared at the man with a very serious look upon her face. "You are so naive.." Walking past the man, she would give him a chance to back down.

Just because she was walking past him didn't mean she wasn't prepared for his movement, no she was more than ready to counter any attacks he would try on her. Her peripheral vision was awesome, especially when it came to keeping somewhat of a visage on the one who threatened her. Pastel hues of blue scanned the others that stood in front of her, wondering if they were all unaware of who she was. It was absolutely ridiculous that the man had no idea of who she was, or he was being real stupid.

You could easily tell that some of the newer warriors were nervous, especially the conflict dealt with a woman. It always seemed iffy with a woman involved, but then again some of the men were old fashioned and didn't believe in women donning the sword. "If you are going to strike, then I suggest you make your move, or get the hell out of my way.." Her eyes would turn back to the knight who threatened her, waiting for him to make one stupid mistake.