by Narrator » Wed Aug 27, 2014 2:03 pm
"ASHLIE, then," she said, good-naturedly, emerging into the sunshine. She was greeted by an army that looked like something out of Narnia. Satyrs, elves, and animals of all sorts were lined up in ranks as Herne let out a long call to get their attention. "We have it on good authority," Hydref started, her voice carrying throughout the camp, "that Maelona's realm is under assault by a small team from another world. They have already eliminated Mingus' forge and we are going to that beachhead to see how best to support them. The Guardian and ASHLIE will be accompanying me and you have orders to follow at your swiftest pace. We will finish this war. Maelona's destruction is coming and we will be there to help." A cheer went up from the assembled troops. She turned to Janice, "Guardian, I will do what I can, but if it comes to battle," she gestured to her sling and bandages, "I'm afraid that will fall on your shoulders."