From: 5:24 Subject: [Dagger] [PORC] ArrivalTo: "Daggerlist" I think that under the circumstances, Catris has every right to be 'rather bitchy'. Ah well. ------- The scream that came from the unusual beast that was Tamislane could be heard for miles around. Dreadmaster Sollar turned to the Fist. "Who loosed that shaft?" he asked. He already knew the answer but he would allow the culprit to own up. "I did, Dreadmaster," said Holm’ka, saluting, fist over heart. "You are forgiven this time, Dreadknight Holm’ka Nomn as you are new to the Fist," replied Thispan. "However, do not allow it to happen again. Nobody in Fist Sollar does anything without my command." Th’Sollar was sorry that he had to speak to Holm’ka in this way, but the Dreadarmies prided themselves on their discipline, and it must be maintained. Sollar turned back to the scene before him as the voice of his second-in-command entered his mind. Tamislane appeared to be injured, but he doubted that it would be permanent. He nodded at Dreadknight Kytell T’soran who smiled back at him. These two had been friends for a long time – indeed the two had been together when Sollar had formed the Werre. The man always walked on his right. He turned to his left, where his other best friend stood. Dreadknight Myra L’oriss stood there. He glanced back over his shoulder where his most loyal companion stood – Dreadknight Fant Wysteri. These three were his captains, the ones that dispensed his orders to the other Dreadknights. The Dreadmaster looked back towards the camp that was now within hailing distance. He signalled to Kytell who raised a flag of truce. The gesture was returned by one stood near the fire and the Fist approached. When they were a bow-shot distance away, Sollar left the Fist and went to stand by the man who had waved him over. He was a tall man, in unusual crystal armour. "I am Dreadmaster Thispan Th’Sollar," he said quietly but with authority. "Who leads here?"