Army Days

 Lord Jalcom paced the anti-chamber, his anger showing in the clenching and unclenching of his huge fists, and the heavy pounding his boots were giving the stone floor.

"Summoned me!" his thoughts raged "Summon Me! I'm about to lead forth Her army- the greatest fighting unit ever created, about to sweep Darokin off the map when I'm summoned, not by Her, but by a clerk, first class junior grade to boot! The General of all the Armies summoned by a clerk!' He stopped pacing. 'Why I'd like to rip that clerk apart with my claws, feel his spurting blood as he breathes his last......' Jalcom forced his tense body to relax. The blood rush had started, the old instincts had taken over- the desire to kill and burn. He forced himself to think differently, such impulses may of got him to be leader of this army but he needed a clear head now.

It had only been a year since She'd summoned him, personally, from recognisance to organise and lead the army- he had done better than She'd expected, She had told him so- so why the summons now? He could not explain it. He marshalled his will and marched in at the invite.

Her chambers made every one uneasy, it's alien shape and twisted forms. Her own bulk easily filled a quarter. In the red from the dancing fires She looked even more dangerous. The black shadow behind Her a reminder that even  She had superiors.....

She told him Her reasons, her mission- vermin control. Jalcom gathered what he needed quickly, and marched forth- some middling warriors and a bunch of slaves would be enough. In plain sight he set them up and waited.

They crested the hill from the village, three Human scum, a Dwarf, a Hin thing, something huge with wings far too large to fight effectively, and by the Dragon, a Xeion! Jalcom had been expecting a dull, dishonourable fight, the kind adventurers usually gave before dying, but this, this changed things. He readied himself. Toe to toe with a Xeion, a honourable fight at last! The Minotaur they captured had been no sport, all too quickly reverting to savagery, but a Xeions honour never collapsed. 'Don't worry about death' She had told him, without tactics to worry about he could let himself go; let the warrior take control- reveal in his Orc heritage of blood and fire.

It was a slaughter, She had known it would be. A show She said, test them, let them know we know they're here, enjoy it. They were resourceful and powerful in some ways She didn't appreciate. Jalcoms fight was shorted by the intervention of the Hin (Jalcom noted to thank it later with steel), and he died quickly. Reversing death was easily within Her power - Jalcom devilered his report in person. She promised him a rematch to win.

Jalcom smiled at the prospect, his outsized incisors sparkled a blood red in the firelight.

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