Voice of All is Entangled along with Rowen. The Call of the Wild gets to strong for them as the Venomous Vines constrict around the Enfeeblement in there bones. They Twiddle the vines trying to get free from the Wall of Brambles. They fail and give up when a massive arm comes down and rips the vines away. Voice of All and Rowen looked up to the feiry eyes of a Thorn Elemental holding the Cabal Patriarch and a hundred elementals behind him. The Elemental Battalion had arrived.
As the Battalion made camp. The Captain, Voice Of All and Rowen spoke in the confines of their own tent. What is happening and what should be done next were the topics of discussion. The soft vibrations of walking elementals could be felt for miles. Their power emanating strongly with a force unlike any felt in four millenia. The three heros talked very little, for the correct answer to these questions were easy. The answer was to take out the Cabal Breeding Grounds then the Cabal Capital, with a tactic that will forever be known as Elemental Warfare.
That night Rowen had trouble sleeping. Something was meddling with his head creating nightmares that woke him up constantly. He left his tent and his nightmares behind and went to take a stroll. "Hard time sleeping sir?" said a young Chlorophant on patrol. He walks up to stand next to Rowen. Both look ahead into the night.
"Nightmares." replied Rowen. Then a pause as if they knew of nothing to say, then "Seen anything suspicious lately?"
"Nothing sir." Still unsure of what to say both are silent.
"Whats your name?"
"Zeksui Morfay sir"
"Mine is Rowen"
"I don't think that this is appropriate sir."
"Someone like you and me only live once in a life time. I've learned not to be strict or up tight in this life time." Rowen turns around and says "I'll see you again Zek." Rowen walks away.
"Good night si......Rowen."
In the morning Voice of All was woken up by a commotion from what sounded like a small goblin. As she stuck her head out of her tent she looked around, gathering her surroundings. Disappointment washed over her face. -If only it was a dream- she thought to herself. The smell of rotting flesh and pus wafted over to her -must be a prisoner-. She gets dressed and leaves to see who they had caught spying on them. Over in the detention tent was a Festering Goblin rooted in the ground. Voice of all could hear some voices coming from inside.
"I believe their are more of them around the camp border sir." says a Subterrainean Spirit
"How many?" asks Rowen
"Thousands sir."
As Voice of all enters the tent the stench overwhelms her and she gags. She collapses to the floor for a couple of seconds before something wet lands on her forehead. A dark shadow flows over her face then nothing.
"She is wakeing up sir."
"Thank you, you may go."
"Hi Kaysa where have you been?"
"My patrol ran into some Orchish Lumberjack's and Mechanic's while passing thru the woods to the west of here. I see you still cant take the smell of those guys."
"I see that you still cant make it anywhere on time." Voice of All and Kaysa talked for awhile longer before they left for the mess hall to grab a bit to eat before they had to get back to duty. That afternoon Rowen and Voice of All were out on their rounds on gaurd. Most of the time they were talking about nothing in general. Apperently they were completly oblivous to the fact that they wondered into a dwarvish underground mine field. Step, step, step, click. All time seemed to stop.