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[Arlin]

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Arlin strode through the dimly lit city of Sanctus, his destination in site. Pushing his way into the imposing fortress that was Blackguard, the half-ogre bellowed out loudly in search of the Chancellor of Sanctus. “Up here!” was the response that follow, and Arlin pursued the voice, finding himself in the antechamber, and in front of Zarlox. They exchanged greetings, and the Chancellor invited the half-ogre into his office upstairs.

Closing the door behind him, Arlin settled into what was one of the few chairs even he could appreciate. Apparently the knights around here were bred big. “Lemme git ta the point Zarlox.” Arlin began. Motioning for him to continue, Arlin leaned over the desk. “It is time we start considerin’ a full scale assault on Umbra. Them supplies ya delivered me will keep me and mah boys busy fer awhile”

Zarlox broke in “Just let me know when you need some more, and we will promptly deliver it.” Arlin nodded his thanks. It had take awhile to get there, but Zarlox had come through. Medical supplies, regeants, armor, weapons, everything an army could need.

“Anyways, I was thinkin’…Azeroth still threatens Luna, and the Skullies ain’t made no moves yet. So I figure, Ill leave a detachment behind at mah fort ta keep the Skullies in check, and I’ll lead a regiment of troops up ta fight dem Azeroth’s in Luna.” Zarlox again interjected, telling Arlin he didn’t need to worry about Luna…but he paused and seemed to reconsider, then telling him that any additional troops would be welcomed.

Arlin grinned, leaving Zarlox’s pride intact. He knew Luna would soon fall without reinforcements, and with his army occupying Luna after Azeroth had been beaten back, that would leave open a world of prospects for the wily half-ogre. His mercenary days may have been over, but he wouldn’t let a window of opportunity shut on him. “Good” Arlin chirped. “We can then be pushin’ Azeroth all the way outta Luna, and take the war right ta their front door.” A few minutes and battle plans later, Arlin left Zarlox’s office.

Sanctus wanted to be the capital of all of Malas, and use Arlin’s army as a means to an end. He was no pawn in anyones game, but neither was he without his loyalty. Leaving politics behind him in Sanctus, Arlin found himself in the forest east of Vesper. Double checking his side pouch, he moved through the woods with surprisingly agility for a half-ogre. He burst through some underbrush and into a clearing, where a stable and a large yellow building stood.

Arlin smiled and walked up to the double doors, over which hung a sign that read “Riverun”.
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