AN: I blitzed through the last season of Longmire last night. Fun show, and cannot blame my insomnia for this one.

For anyone curious as to how long this story is going to be, well, my buffer is about ten chapters ahead of you guys due to an abundance of free time. Not to mention there's about, maybe, ten more chapters that I'll be writing up to finish it all off. So, it should be complete by next week, and you'll be getting two chapters a day until you're all caught up.

As per usual, thank you all for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please do not hesitate to voice them.

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As this was occurring, messages were being sent out to the command posts within each of the occupied worlds. Ones that told them to prepare for a retreat, as their leader has that which was sought after, and would soon be transporting their persons soon. However, their version, and their leaders' version, of "soon" varied as they were not on par with his idea of time. In other words, it could be another cycle before they are told to leave the worlds they are campaigning upon.

In this case, they were to prepare for the inevitable, but to continue onwards with their war. Or, at least, that is what Sienna desired of those under her person to do. For she was of a mind to continue whilst everyone else began their retreat, as any sane general of the Black Parade would do. Perhaps she was at that time, or perhaps not. For now, though, those under her would continue onwards whilst those of whom desired to leave were allowed to do so.

The world she and hers were upon was of the mountainous world of Attakash, I believe, and it was here that she had stayed upon whilst fighting against the Elves and Gnomes within. Inside one of the great mountains was where she sat upon a bloodstained throne of gold, contemplating the missive sent to her person as those under her continued to slaughter the Dwarves she was tasked to cull.

Where she was currently sitting in was a grand hall of polished, white marble with gold inlay scattered about the surfaces. This inlay was used to subtly depict the history of the Dwarven nation, their highs, lows, and wars since the beginning. However, after Sienna and her armies had appeared, their Historians depicted a much darker tale within.

On the other hand, those depictions were much farther away from where she sat, and no, the half-Orc did not seem to mind their histories. In fact, before the missive arrived, she was in the process of dismantling the body of the late monarch. Of whom was named Ironhand, or something close to it.

Ah, her armour? Well, at that time was of scale-mail in the design of small leaves instead of dragon or lizard scales. Perhaps this was due to her Elven heritage, or perhaps she simply preferred this over all others. In any case, the armour's colour was a Summer Green with faded trims of gold and endarkened colours all about her chest piece. No. It was not the full plate as she wears to this day, as she was more of a front line General than anything else. Which caused the whole of her army to respect her person more.

In any case, she had draped her left leg over the arm rest of the throne she was upon whilst reading the missive that was handed to her person. Upon such a thing was simply orders to prepare to fall back when the time comes, as their leader had what he desired, and will be coming for their persons soon enough.

However, there was a second part to this. Which stated, as I've said before, that the recall could be anywhere between a few turns to a cycle. The only solace they could take from this is the fact that they will be recalled. Of which will create the event where one of the Higher Immortals will be chosen to become a Minour God of Amak Duul. Where they will reign over it, and do whatever it is that they desire to its land.

Her own dream was to create a world where she would not need to worry about being persecuted just for being a half-breed. Of which caused her younger self many a day of grief and pain. That all came to an end, you see, when the Black Parade came into being and was recruiting all who were not Human. For they would not discriminate any and all who were different.

This was so, and she found some comfort in this fact. Which then allowed her to let loose and slaughter those who were her enemies. After showing such prowess, she was given a position of leadership where she revealed to her seniors, the Undying, that she held the prowess of a General. Of which was given to her person, but she did something out of the norm. One where she was found to be more capable on the chaotic battlefield, than over looking everything from the back of her army.

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Sienna was not like the others, as all well know, and preferred to slay her enemies on her own, with her soldiers following from behind. This gave her a title, one which you all know of to this turn. "Bellator est Sanguinis", or as it is more commonly known, "The Warrior of Blood".

At this time, she was busy simply laying about with a pair of Ogres next to either side of her person when a silvered spell circle formed in front of the throne. This startled the trio enough that the half-Orc leapt to her feet whilst the pair pulled out their horns and blew a long, baritone note which echoed throughout the entirety of the mountain. This was simply to notify everyone within the army to hurry back to their General. For something was attacking her person, and they each needed to return quickly.

Yes. They did hurry to her side, and came in droves whilst they surrounded the spell circle with a ring of tower shields held by Ogres and Trolls. Each holding something of a basket upon their backs, and within them were a handful of Goblins. These were each a marksman, and had several quivers of arrows near their person.

This was so, as the one who carried their persons tended to have tunnel vision when attacking others. So much so, that they tend to die quickly from flanks. Hence the baskets of Goblins, which would serve as more of a distraction for those who would try to attack the backside, or blind spots, of the Ogre or Troll.

For the time being, though, the spell circle finished whatever it was upon the other side, which slowly turned into a silvered, oblong shaped, portal. The insides of which crackled as lightnings the colour of emeralds shot outwards from the centre. This then allowed a being to enter the space where it found its person surrounded. Of which caused the being to simply sigh and wave its metallic clawed hands at everyone and everything.

As this being was simply one of the Undying males. More specifically, it was Val'ruum, who stared about the group until his eyes came upon Sienna. "Ah, Lady Sienna," he spoke out with a slight grin upon his draconic features, "The Master has sent me to fetch you and yours."

"What do you mean?" she called out, clearly confused, "Who is your master?"

This query caused the metallic Draconian to blink, then chuckled as he waved at her person, "The Master, Sienna. You should know who it is. A tall, skeletal monster who can cause hearts to fail from a simple glance; has the ability to cause those who incurred his ire to melt into a puddle; can summon up chaotic energies to smite even the Gods themselves? Surely you know of Him, yes?

"He sent us all to find you and yours, and to summon your persons back towards the Castle. Therefore," a pair of snapping noises erupted from his sides, which caused a great spell circle of silvered energies to erupt around everyone present, as well as those who are not. Yes. This did startle their persons greatly. What is more, once the found out that their lower limbs could not move, they squawked and cried out. This, in turn, caused his own scaled lips to peel back into a feral grin, even as blades and arrows were pointed towards his person.

"Therefore, let us all return to where it all began." Upon these words, did an even greater spell circle appear above their persons. One which created the sound of an ancient door slowly opening , and the image of a castle standing atop a lonely cliff above shadowed darkness far below. High above this castle was a single and lonely full moon, whose light bathed the castle with its soft light of white and silver.

Once these beings became aware of where their destination lied, many became relaxed just as the light of the spell circle grew brighter. Of which then slowly rose up towards the image in the centre of the spell circle above their heads. Soon after, the light quickly grew brighter, as it was pulled into the image, and took with it everyone.