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[Bailos]

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Early the next morning as a heavy fog was rolling back out to see, Minoc lay busting with activity. Near the statue plaza, a strange colored moongate constantly remained open as, in regular intervals, soldiers carrying weapons or tools or equipment came out...They were preparing for a battle.....

On top of the bank, Bailos stood watch, making note of what supplies arrived and directing the soldiers entrenchment. The town was devoid of any sign of life that didn't wear Azeroth's colors. A few streets were stained with blood in patches from previous battles, and even the wildlife of the area seemed to have no desire to be near.

As Bailos reviewed some fortification plans with an engineer, four soldiers wheeled a fairly large crate in front of the bank and shouter to their Duke to come down. As Bailos slowly glided out the front doors, he tapped the side of the crate which created an odd thud. Taking a crowbar from the nearest soldier, and he pries open a corner then gets frustrated with the crowbar and throws it aside....Muttering vas flam, he burns off the rest of the side, leaving an ample hole to stick his arm in. After fishing for a minute, he slowly withdraws his arm and in his hand he hold the severed head of a middle aged man with furry eyebrows...

As he pulls it out, he stares at it with cold eyes and a couple of the nearby soldiers withdraw and cover their mouths at the stench of decay was permeated the air now....."Hand me your spear, soldier!", taking it from him Bailos takes a fast walk to the edge of town where he expected Vaen and his Legion to approach from.......Using the tip of the spear like a shovel he makes a small hole then shoves the pointless end down in to the earth, and then with two hands, throws the head down on top of it, impaling it.

Turning towards a few silent soldiers behind him, he decreed, "Empty the crate....Take the extra spears and mount these body parts ALL ALONG THE ROAD. I WANT IT TO REAK WITH THE STENCH OF DEATH AS VAEN APPROACHES"

Storming off back to the bank, the soldiers begin their grusome work. Bailos' hatred for Vaen's Legion driving them prepare for the impending battle....It was nearly time.