The Lord’s Choice

Richard was sitting in his command centre with a grave expression. Gangdor was on his way back, but even with the messenger’s speed it would take more than ten hours for his return. The brute’s injuries were severe, and without the spare protection to send priests with the rescue team there was a chance of death or lasting damage.

At this point, most of his followers had already gathered by his side. A minority were out leading troops, but they were constantly aware of their connection to him so they could execute his orders immediately. There were lines all over the map of Faelor indicating retreat, but the furthest troops in the south would take about a month to group back up.

It was about this time that a number of powerful conscients circled around the northeastern coast, the pantheon of the plane investigating these new invaders after a warning...