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Dante and Clarissa were led into the library, where the rest of the order lounged in wait. When Dante walked in everyone seemed to wait for his orders, which suprised Dante immensely--he hadn't even met half of the order yet and they knew that he was the tactition. He decided to break the deafly silence with a few short words at first: "Well, hello." The whole room seemed to relaxe, and Dante stood in front of an empty table. The order filed in around the table, and Zephiel tossed a large scroll down to Dante. "What's this?" he asked, unrolling it. It was obviously a blueprint of the castle, but something struck him as strange. It was layed out perfectly normal, except for small dots that seemed to buzz along the halls constantly. He traced his finger to the library where he stood and saw similar, but blue dots. Although these were still. "Just a little help, I am positive it will do well" His father spoke up, smiling and crossing one lengthy leg over the other in wait. Dante realized that each dot represented an actual person, and decided that wondering how this map came to be should be addressed at a different time. He studied the map carefully, watching the enemy movement as they made their way through the immense halls. This would be hard to plan. But the close-quarters would prove advantageous... Finally, Dante slammed his palm on the table hard, and said quickly: "Our Cavaliers will accompany my father and Zephiel down the southern passageways. Move slowly, and let the enemy come to you. Glen and Raven, charge ahead of them, and make your own path." He turned to the cavaliers, who sat side-by-side. "Take a seperate path from Glen and Raven." He looked to the mages and archers. "I know close-quarters battles are tedeous for archers, but this should make the battle one-sided for you three" he motioned to the mages. "You will accompany me, we will move in the northern wing. You will recieve your orders while we are moving." He smiled, looking at all the eyes at the table. "If there is an injury, fall back immediately. we have enough in each of our parties to fill these halls at least twice if we act accordingly. You have your orders, MOVE OUT!!" He drew his sword, and to his amazement the cavaliers, Zephiel, and his father did the same. He smiled, and walked out of the library, the map rolled in his free hand. He nodded to his father, and they parted ways, each party bolstering in anticipation.
Jareth Black · Sun Feb 27, 2005 @ 11:11am · 6 Comments |
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