Fields of war 4 (Pt 1)

Ouriel overs above a large round table 16 people can be seen each varying degree Of age "we need assistance. That beast wave is too large for the few troops we have here, even with Oriel's Support." the 507-year-Old Aberrant mantis says.

"And who do you expect to do that" The younger generally says, his body covered in thick armour plates. A massive shield remains holstered on his back, the Large tear-shaped shield possesses an intricate design of Lines forming an out rim of Patterns, the bright shield patterns decorating the rim. Zigzagging over 1 another as Squares Interconnect within themselves.

his armour is decorated in small rims of the same style, the Black steel plate covering his entire body in the thick armour. The Old man growls. "WE Have no other Option, Barge!" The younger 1 looks at the whited-haired Old man.

wearing a suit, standing in front of Ouriel. the black suit's only notable defence being the thin Plates cover the entire exterior of the suit. A white bow tie on his neck. "Most of our forces are focused on the ever-encroaching Demon threat."

Another member talks of the female Magician having a Long Staff and Orb at the top glowing an Erie Light purple glow. her witch hat, the Long Cone expanding up 45 inches upwards as it bends back slightly, a diamond Tip sitting at its top. the circle around the base 30 inches Out.

"We Should use the Mistresses Ouriel monsters in sync with the beast-men, using the magicians to buff them, increasing results. Meghoc" The older man looks at it placing his hand on his chin "How many casualties would that causes us. Cinder" Another woman Wearing a witch hat nods.

The orb in her hand lights up as elements swirl around it, projecting it onto the round table for all to see. Ouriel remains in slumber clutching a sword tightly, the Sword that allows her to sync with an Aberrant Kendaar as to not explode them during use.

She opens her golden eye tiredly. "I can increase the number of my children around." The whole table shuts up hearing the beautiful, alluring voice speak, even the girls shivering at how claiming it is. "Are you sure, Mistress Ouriel?"

Meghoc Looks back at her, having been charmed from the beginning by Her unparalleled beauty. "Yes Dear Meghoc The number of my Children will increase, how many do we need." Meghoc hands her a clipboard it floats over to her, she reads out the number.

her face remaining mercilessly Cold, freezing all with a mere glance, "this small Wave of the beast tide had you worried." Meghoc Shivers, "we didn't think Lady Ouriel Would wake up Anytime soon." she sighs.

the other members of the table are warriors and Archer of high class, a female Archer speaks. "Even with her support, how many Aberrant will have to die in this." Meghoc nods, Cinder agrees with her. Barge Shakes his head, "Why does it matter, we live to serve and die standing." he spits out with venom.

Ouriel Looks at him. "merely a shield general, If you were thrown on the front line you'd be terrified as that massive sword would not be good in tight spaces." The Large Great sword sitting under the shield. He shivers at the thought as Ouriel's words reign true, his father having hand him the title recently.

being made of the bone of something, teeth carved into the blade providing Saw like grip to it the Res Sharpened beyond belief as it curves in a semi-oval Like manner the tip coated in some form of liquid as it leaks down the entire blade being caught by the handle within veins moving through the sword Ready to activate.

Cinder speaks, the disk of her hat moving out 30 Inches as she pulls it down slightly, covering her face in a veil. the dress of the girl being long Robes that reach her hips, a pair of Armoured plated Greaves covering her legs. "I can do an area healing spell that can possibly revive gravely injured men and women."

"What about the rest of the magicians." A lightly armoured man wielding a Long Odachi says. the white robes marking out the name of Kukhig. "Most are trained in advanced healing arts, some even capable of Agarius's Will, a high-level Large scale area effect spell they can also activate. Aura of Pride healing Injuries in a 40-yard Radius around well, forcing a curse onto the enemy, weakening them.

The Man Nods "Very well any other want to offer a point" An advanced older man opens his eyes the Large Wizard hat forming a warmongers Prism for a cone the Circle being more of a hexagon. "I'd say it good, provided we wizard can grant increase attack speed and strength Agility, more of an archers' thing."

the archer nod "we can teach are men an aura of haste so have we gotten a plan" They all nod raising their hands in agreement with Ouriel. She nods, vanishing, her arms having stopped clutching the sword as it hits the ground.

Meghoc picks it up carefully, "we need to find a new Champion to wield this." they nod before it starts vibrating, guards rush in. "Sir we capture a family heading for Avalonian do we bring them in or will you see them."

Meghoc Nods brings the sword with him as they exit the round table meeting having officially ended, he reaches the family, the Father Protecting his daughter and wife with his body. the sword vibrating more when near him. Ouriel appears in the air her back rupturing as the tumours growths split it apart, A large Demonic entity comes out of her body as she opens her eyes its mouth opening.

The Rest of the village looks at it with fervent Zealous. Meghoc Looks at the father and smirks. the blade flies out of his hand after leaving the sheath. Stabbing the man through the torso, stopping just before exiting the front.

The thousands of runes glowing brightly, doused in blood.