With more luck and a few theactrics we convince the (Africans) of who we are. After making it into the camp and gathering information I suddenly reconsider our chances of success. The warriors were suprisingly well trained and their love and respect for their leader was awe inspiring. A group trained specifically to infiltrate an enemy camp would still be hard pressed to assassinate this particular woman, much less our group. No, she will die on the battlefield, as I’m sure she intends. I will just have rush this event along much sooner than she realizes. We meet her personal guard the find out how they communicate and my suspicions are only strengthened. We need to use the opposing army, perhaps in a more direct role than initially though. We had split up to gather more information, but me and the rogue come across a smll child and an obviously enchanted dog like creature. The child’s face was almost familiar, yet I push the thought away. This child couldn’t possibly have been around from back then, and yet stranger things have happened. Nonetheless, we have a job to accomplish, and it will take my best performance.
As I thought no oppurtunities present themselves before the eve of battle, and so we march to the battlegrounds alongside our target. I almost feel bad, our presence almost assures her victory, but she will know nothing of fighting along side Kaleshians. Real or otherwise.
The plan is for us to sneak through the back, I quickly decide that diplomacy is our best option. After making it through arrow fire we earn ourselves an audience with the enemy general. Silver my tongue may be, but I’ve always believed honesty to be the best policy, and we both had much to gain this day. It would seem I would have to reconsider my virtues, for we end up in a cell. I understand general mistrust under the situation, however something else was at hand here. We were being used! Why didn’t I foresee this. The demon almost gets use slaughtered before stepping foot on the battlefield. Hes a wildcard, and I’m not sure on the Pheonix lords policy on removing obstacles that happen to be “allies”, but I start consider the option.
We end up spearheading the assault force, and I begin to consider myself a complete failure, and yet not is all lost. Though small in number the strength of this group is considerable, I must simply nudge them in the right direction. In this particular case, toward the enemy.
We spring a trap and the (Africans) stampede into the slaughter, our deceit finally coming to light, far too late for anything to be done about it. I position myself in a place where I can support the greatest number of soldiers, and it feels good to encourage this many people at once again, even if to their last moments. I start to sense something ancient and evil behind me, where our temporary allies were supposed to be. I see markings on the ground that look like they are meant to bring something from another plane, but how that would help the war effort I couldn’t imagine. Devils and demons are selfish first and foremost, and consider themselves above menial things like the wars of mortals. Events unfold as if in slow motion and I start to recount my sins committed since this journey has begun. We have done something awful, and likely irreversible, and have doomed thousands to die more than likely. And yet I hold strong to my conviction, we came for a purpose, and good to be done was far from it. I get the feeling many more will perish because of our actions, and steel myself for what happens next.
We finally kill the enemy commander, and are left on the battlefield with the demon and his host. I’m incredibly ill at ease, and a voice I couldn’t quite quiet commands me to run. The obvious futility of such an action keeps me on the battlefield. If we survive the day, it wont be for how fast we can escape. We just fought a war, and yet as the demon explodes from the portal into our midst, I feel the battle has just begun.