The demon towers over Portia, but he drops to one knee and bows his head to her when she walks up to him. "You are a very powerful being... I wish to serve you. I will die for Portia Lynn!"

"What?! Who the fuck are you Balrog? She doesn't need any more servants! She has me and Severin! So fuck off!" Burd moves to a fighting stance inbetween Portia and the balrog.

Thasha watches the stand off between the demons begin, then leans over to Na-Wa "Does this happen to the lieutenant often?"

Na-Wa nods in response to the Scaly lizard man’s question, and speak softly.
_{“Yes, Na-Wa thinks Mean Magic Lady needs lots of big demon pee-pee in her.”}

Portia turns her head offering Burd a withering, dismissing glance, the whites of her eyes are completely enveloped by the black of her pupils and tiny purple blood veins stand out along her throbbing temples. Even with the Baalrog kneeling she still has to float up a few feet to be eye level with him.

"Of course you will my pet...offer accepted. Know that if this is some manner of deception you will be back leading shitheel Ghouls and Couril in Hades before you can even think of crossing me. Until we formalize all the details you are forbidden to engage in acts of violence against any member of Tolkeens army or citizens unless you are specifically attacked with enough force that it causes substantial damage to your person and then your attacks must be limited to personal defense and aimed only at the person or persons attacking you. Furthermore any such defensive maneuver must be performed in a manner that will limit collateral damage to individuals and property within Tolkeens borders. Of course all this blather is null and void should I order you otherwise. Beyond that we will all have some good fun together I am sure."

Portia floats back down slowly the balls of her feet touching lightly upon the concrete. Turning back to the rest of her troops her eyes are now completely normal looking. "Squad two we have a new recruit. Unlike that flying sack of shit Cannon Fodder this big ugly bastard knows how to wage war and we will allow him to do so much to the dismay of our enemies I assure you."

"I am in your debt my master..." 'Wrex' then stands back up to his feet and looks over the others in squad two.
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   "What. The. Fuck."  Lotus responds to the arrival of the massive Baalrog from where she was parking her hovercycle at the side of the road.  "I suddenly miss that bastard Osema."

   Lotus decides now is a good time to snack and she eats some provisions, but the Mystic Knight keeps an eye on the new arrival.  She doesn't try to hide the demon-skull helmet she has perched on the handlebars of her hovercycle though.

Dyvalis hears Lotus's comment and actually catches himself laughing, which he seems to awkwardly rethink. He settles on being slightly amused. "This seems much better than Osema. You can't hire demons. They must be contractually dominated."

Severin shrugs his shoulders as the Baalrog and Portia strike an accord, "The more the merrier. Glad to have you. Say, I hear you guys are naturally talented with fire, is that true?"

Wrex does not answer Severin, but instead makes his own claims. "You speak like a human... Perhaps you have been away from your kind for too long..."

Severin laughs and replies, "Do you prefer this?" in dragonese, "Or this?" in gobbley.

Wrex looks puzzled for a moment before answering "You say things like 'More the Merrier' and that you are glad... you don't know how silly you sound... Not tryin' to pick a fight, just a bit of advice... you need to go back and wash all of this human weakness away."
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"Perhaps so." Severin says with a nod to Wrex.

Several hours pass by, and it is soon late evening. Major Karno finally comes in with an update over the radio.

"We are bunking up here for the night, we leave at 0600 hours. They have no rooms for us anywhere... so sleep where you are... just don't block the roads."

It was obvious the Major would be given some sort of accommodations somewhere, but the rest of the troops were sleeping on the sidewalks tonight...

Dyvalis seems to take the news badly. "Leave it to a dragon," he protests with mounting frustration, "they treat us like we are work mules. We are not animals gods be damned, our people are treated with respect in Palladium!"

He makes no effort to figure out a solution, simply finds a spot and sits brooding. Needing only a few hours sleep and no food due to the magics of Sustain (which has become routine for him) he has little else to do but dwell on the divide of power between themselves and the giant lizards that filled the sky.

Portia offers an understanding nod to Dyvalis which would not even be worhty of mention except that iti is the first time she has even really acknowledged him since their falling out. Portia sends Wrex, Burd and Severin over to a corner where three outer walls of a park converge creating a niche currently occupied by war refugees. Upon her instruction said refugees are callously further displaced by the demons making room for her squad. Riding her hovercycle right up near to one man who appears to be on the verge of becoming seriously, perhaps fatally, indignant she calmly states the facts.

"Shit rolls down hill citizen. If you have a problem with it then go and petition the Dragon Kings I am sure they will be sympathetic to your whining. My soldiers are fighting for your right to be a cowardly refugee so get you and all your filthly lot out of my sight before I get angry."

Portia parks her hovercycle near one of the walls and then reclines back on it. Her petite form can completely stretch out on it allowing for at least a decent palce to catch a nap.

"All of you fall out and get whatever sleep you can except Photios and those helping him. I want you to take adavatage of the Nexus and make as many scrolls and amulets as you can. I expect to see your progress when we leave. You can sleep en route in the ATV.

Dyvalis continues the reciprocal nodding, sending one back at the 1st Lieutenant as she takes care of the over-crowding issue. Fuck the people of this city. This was a horrible place that he never wanted to come back to. The Tolkeen urban planning was vastly superior to Freehold in terms of being able to accommodate militia and mercenary crews within their military barracks. These dragons seemed to shut themselves up in their Inner City and not let in the riff-raff that Tolkeen had sent to fight to maintain their land as well. They turned a blind eye to the desperate tactics that Tolkeen employed. Like the demons who now cleared their camp site.

Dyvalis goes over to Photios and Daemonis. In some ways it gives Dyvalis a small comfort to see his Id Self. After all, the copy seemed to be holding together a lot better than original was these days. The three mages, and anyone else who cares to join will be put to work churning out talismans and scrolls all night (save for 2 hours for rest which will be in shifts and will be taken in the form of meditation -- 1 hour if you can perform psychic meditation, which rests you twice as fast). Those who do not have Sustain, will be Sustained at level 6 (or higher if anyone has it at a higher level) will be cast on you.


-- OOC --
PPE Generation:

(I'm seeing 30 per 6hrs, and recovery of 20 per 30min. Seemed to me it was considerably more than that.)

Photios smiles at Portia when she arrives to give him more work to do, "Ahh, Portia but you can come and check my... progress... anytime you like."

Sending her another of those winks, seeming not to care that she had a cadre of demon servants he seemed to enjoy teasing her. Then gathering up those capable of assisting him and heading in range of the Nexus point to begin construction.

[OOC: Okay, we'll need to know who exactly is participating and how much time is available in order to make the calculations; but for reference.

Most mages can draw on 20 PPE per melee round at the nexus, ley line walker/rifter get double.

That's 80 per minute, or 4800 PPE/hour per mage.]

Vashti makes his way over to join the mages before they set out for the nexus. "I will lend a hand... I am no mage, but I am not without the ability to cast magic."

OOC - It is currently 2130 hours.

Severin takes up a spot near enough Portia and crashes for a while.

PM

Thasha was slowly reducing the amount of time he spent with Na - Wa, as he quickly realized the psi-stalker was either retarded, or very deceptive. The week-old Greot was very creeped out by Dyvalis, Portia and her demons as well...

Silent most of the day, Thasha heads off to a tattoo parlour on his own...

Mah reclines in his driver's seat and falls asleep in the cockpit of his wilderness crusader.

Na-Wa sees the weird man talking to one of the men in who used the shiny power armor. Since they mostly stayed in the shiny armor Na-Wa got them confused when they were out of the armor.

Ensureing that Silonar was properly tied up less he eat someone Na-Wa scampered over to the mean witch lady, and tugs on her leg. Hopfully she would not get mad and feed him to her demons.

"I am not sure why you are touching me Na-Wa. I can only assume you need something so what is it?"