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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cerebral Paladin" data-source="post: 2860636" data-attributes="member: 3448">Alistair rushed into the center of Sir Derrick Brightspan's headquarters and threw off the cloak of invisibility. "Marshal Brightspan! The City is under attack. A small skaven army, led by four great beasts, is in the center of the sewers. You must send a force to destroy it immediately. I came personally because there was no time for delay." Almost before Alistair had finished speaking, Sir Derrick was yelling out commands. "Organize my personal guard! We ride to battle!" Alistair held up a hand. "No, Marshal, not you personally this time. You are the target of one of their assassins. There will be plenty of opportunities for you to fight the skaven later, but for now we cannot expose any of the targets directly. I need you to come with me as we gather up some of the other targets. Call for your mage; we'll need to teleport to save time." Sir Derrick frowned. Not rushing to the front chafed against his sense of duty. But with a great effort of will, he nodded and quickly gave a subordinate orders to plan the sewer attack and called for his mage. "I'll also need you to send a detachment-- at least a company and better a regiment-- to defend Midwife Burry Hairytoes. She's the High Priestess of Gunnora and another one of the Skaven targets." Sir Derrick passed on that command as well, as Throckmorton Daresworthy, his archmage, entered the command tent. The archmage's eyes lit up as he saw Lord Alistair-- one ray of force and the Duke of Brightspan's fondest wish would be granted. But as he began to raise his hands, Sir Derrick scowled. "No, not that. The Prince is organizing our battle against the skaven. We will obey his commands loyally." "Very well, my lord," the archmage replied, desire warring in his eyes with duty. Alistair smiled with both relief that he had not walked into his death and awareness that he had won Sir Derrick's loyalty. "We must teleport to the Seneschal. He is one of the other targets." "Step close, my lord, your highness," said Throckmorton. Moments later, they reappeared in the Seneschal's chambers. Mere seconds after Alistair ordered the Seneschal to move to a safer position within the palace, the sounds of the rat-ogre erupted from the square below.</blockquote>

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