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[Denzin Bracken]

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Laughter filled the tavern. They had just returned to Blackmarsh after sitting in on the Protectorate meeting. It had been one of the least boring meetings in a while.

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Molly and Stonegate bickered on the far side. Starfire deemed that Umbra was the true enemy and everyone should be focused on them. Even though, just weeks ago, the Regent claimed it was a bad idea to attack Umbra. She didn't want to attack them for no reason. Even though most disagreed, she convinced the Protectorate not to attack Umbra.

Now with Stonegate taking problems into their hands, they press against Luna. Only now after this has happened, does Starfire realize the importance of attacking Umbra. With the meeting reaching a peek of bickers, members of the Ebon Skull had arrived.

No more then five words had been said before Stonegate and the Protectorate ran them off. Attacking, weapons at the go, screams of blood thirst filling the room. Perhaps they wished to make a deal? No one will ever know. Because the Regent, the lady who isn't a ruthless warrior, had the men attacked.

Blackmarsh had sat out. Denzin raised his hand and commanded the military of Blackmarsh to stay seated. This was not their battle. They didn't lash out against people for no reason. Above all, Umbra wasn't their enemy. They were just...there.

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Cal pointed at Camillas head and began laughing harder. "First it was there, then it's not! You -really- want to be a soldier do ya?" he chuckled.

Denzin stood and motioned for Cal to follow. At about the same time, the other Warlords began to show up. The group walked towards the far corner of the room and opened two wooden doors. Each stepped through, and appeared upstairs in the Blackmarsh treasure room. The group entered the meeting hall once used by the Infinite Mercenarys.

"Take a seat fellas." Denzin motioned. The Mayor stood behind a chair that Cal use to once seat him self in. He placed his hands on the stone chair and leaned forward, eyeing the room.

"Alright. Let's get down to business then. We've become fairly established. I'm growing more confident each day in our ability to prosper. This is the next move I'd like to make, for Blackmarsh."

Denzin turned around to face the wall at his rear, to face a massive world map. He reached up and pulled a small stick from the top of the map and began pointing to spots.

"I'd like to take a small group with me over to Nujelm. The small island has much to offer us. It's a fine place to train our soldiers in the deadliest of heat. It's also a place of history and beauty. We will establish peace on the Island and guide it with our laws and protection.

While I'm doing that, I'd like Cal to travel to each of these places and construct a banner of Blackmarsh there. They will be under our control. They are but tiny pieces on a massive map. But put together, well, they become a massive asset. To hurry the process up, Cal you may split men into teams to travel to each spot. I'd prefer a Warlord travel to Buccaneers Den and Jhelom to place banners at their moongates. We can send citizens and a small group of soldiers to both Trinsic and Minoc moongates. After we visit Nujelm, that moongate will be secure."

Cal nodded his agreement, as did the rest of the Warlords.

"Well then, let's get to it men." Cal said, standing from his spot.

"Be true to Blackmarsh." Denzin said, and saluted the men.

"Be true to Blackmarsh." Each replied.
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BeastMaster ‎(6:27 PM):
Why is there a trapped box in the mailbox?
Shabam ‎(6:27 PM):
HAHA
BeastMaster ‎(6:27 PM):
Second time.