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Training
Flame stood at the great window of her war room looking out at the training fields below. It was good to see her allies again training and her own people working hard at their own warrior skills but laughing and joking with kinship with the many races that had joined under the banner of Ad Mortem. She saw Shhhhhhh himself teaching the fine art of covert to the ones that had shown instinctual talent for it and tho rather alarmed and proud at the same time, she saw her own daughter Fire, among those with him. She had rather hoped she hadn't passed those talents to any of her children but apparently her youngest was proving quite adept as she watched her vanish and reappear behind another student, imitating Shhhhhhh. Flame shook her head and turned away to reread the missive she had recently received. Apparently Bramble had become lax and after repelling Lord Jester's old ally, she had not refortified her lands and had finally been broken by Vampy II and then by Lord Jester and his sidekick Pooky.
Flame sighed deeply to herself and worried for Bramble. Bramble was her mystery, rebellious child. After returning from the odyessy that all Dire Faeries took in their early adult life, she had come back angry and agressive and Flame had never found out why and often worried that Bramble had found out something about her conception that she had worked very hard to keep a secret... but there was nothing she could do now, now, they had a war. As she leaned back and massaged her forehead there was a knock on her door and without word, she flicked her finger, gently opening the door. She opened her eyes and saw her son Jamil standing there. Jamil smiled at his mother, thinking of how beautiful she was and how unlike the other Dire Faeries she was. She had been a high elf originally and had been so fascinated with faeries, had cast a spell on herself to become one. When she did that, she had kept her true coloring, the pale white, silvery skin and the flaming red hair that was her trademark. And when the mighty God pathfinder had seen her and seen what she had done as a faery and seen what a ruler she was as 6 inches tall, he had made her and her people into a new race entirely in the world of Narmir. "Mother, you're needed on the training fields. You know that you're the best warrior. Not only do our people need to see you but The Horde needs to see you training beside them. Shaban and han's troops have also recently arrived and are being sent to the training fields as well. We've also received word that Captain Thornfinger has declared war on you specifically. He feels you've betrayed him and your sister has sent word that he has found her out." Flame jumped to her feet and as she did she raised up into the air and Jamil could swear that behind her he could see the mighty Phoenix. He had heard Jarlaxle's stories of the past many times. Jarlaxle and his mother had a strange relationship, sometimes allies, sometimes enemies to the bone but while they were allies, Jarlaxle would come and delight the children with many stories and in one of them, he would tell us that Flame was a Phoenix and at this moment, Jamil believed it. He watched his mother summon her new fire sword to her and fly out the window and down to the training fields. Jamil stood at the window and watched the troops cheer for her but he knew that once she began the training those cheers would soon turn to swearing and groans. Flame was angry. The Captain hadn't just touched family but he had found someone that Flame had hidden away for safety. Jamil shook his head. He'ld never understand why his mother felt a high elf was incapable of protecting themselves, everyone knew that their magic was legendary but once his mother's mind was made up, nothing could change it. He knew he'ld have to get word to Shhhhhhh as soon as possible in case she turned her anger on him, so that he'ld be prepared.
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