ALRIGHT, WHO DROPPED THAT VIAL!?
Aurican sat at a desk in the heights of his mountain lair, taking a short rest from curing the masses of the Red Death. His trusted advisor Wallace stood at his side with mountains of papers.
"Reports are coming in sir; Venca's attack has begun", Wallace mentioned to his master in a subdued, hopeless tone.
"There's little we can do now, Wallace, save for having faith in our allies." Aurican answered.
Wallace shifted the mountain of papers in the arms. "We've found the person who released the experimental new weapon sir, and I'm afraid you won't like who it is."
"I believe you." Aurican grumbled.
"It was your granddaughter, sir", Wallace backed up a step as he unleased the bad news.
Aurican jumped to his feet, his massive oak chair flying backwards across the room. "Areilla?! How did she gain access to the weapons research program?" he roared.
Wallace cringed. "She wasn't allowed access, sir, but she found away in anyways. She told the guards after she was captured that her lover killed himself after finding out that he and his entire family contracted the Red Death. She wanted revenge, sir, and she heard about the new virus from someone".
Aurican fell back into his chair, which returned to it's original position just in time to catch him. He sighed and put his head down on the table. "I will go speak with her in a moment. For now, take a letter. To Rary of the IBKSC, my deepest apologies to you. I had not intended for the new virus to be released yet before warning my allies which would be hurt by it. I assure you that the individual responisble for releasing the virus will be punished harshly."
Wallace finished the letter as Aurican began to walk towards the large window facing out of the mountain range. Wallace walked towards the door, slumped under the weight of such grave matters. As he opened the windows and prepared to leave, Aurican looked of his shoulder as said in an off hand manner, "Oh, and Wallace, I belive it is a good time to raise the new flags."
Aurican watched Wallace straighten up and walk faster. He knew the old man was smiling behind the stacks of papers. "Yes sir!"
OOC: I'm heading out; Williams is in control of my forces, or whoever he hands them off to is.