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Slowly silver walks up the stairs, the two guards in front of him, admiring the size of the airship, finally he reaches the bridge and with his tail wagging calls over to Mark. “Hey, this is the best airship I’ve ever seen! I’ve never seen Narag technology so close up before.” He drinks a slushy given to him by one of the guards “And this is delicious.”

Mark Smiles. "This Design is over 41 thousand years old. My Master truely has no equal When it comes to Creation Magic." He passes him Another Slushy. "Here. the trip wont take long."
The Engines Roar as The ship effortlessly flys up into the clouds While it heads to The Hill. "Also You have not seen Narag Technology Till you have Been to the Inner Kingdom and Fortress Narag. Maybe I could Get you a Pass to visit if you are interested. Being the student of the Lord Protector is Very usefull."

Silver smiles back at Mark, and for a moment he admires the foxens well kept, shining amber fur, entranced. “I… I would love to, yeah that’d be great-“
Silvers stumbling is interrupted by the sound of artillery below the airship, along with the drum of battle.
”It seems the battle is in full effect.” He speculates, a thick layer of cloud blocking the view.
”How is Narag?” He questions, sipping the slushy given to him, “I’ve heard mixed feeling in Warpp but I would love to have your opinion.”

Slowly silver walks up the stairs, the two guards in front of him, admiring the size of the airship, finally he reaches the bridge and with his tail wagging calls over to Mark. “Hey, this is the best airship I’ve ever seen! I’ve never seen Narag technology so close up before.” He drinks a slushy given to him by one of the guards “And this is delicious.”

Mark Smiles. "This Design is over 41 thousand years old. My Master truely has no equal When it comes to Creation Magic." He passes him Another Slushy. "Here. the trip wont take long."
The Engines Roar as The ship effortlessly flys up into the clouds While it heads to The Hill. "Also You have not seen Narag Technology Till you have Been to the Inner Kingdom and Fortress Narag. Maybe I could Get you a Pass to visit if you are interested. Being the student of the Lord Protector is Very usefull."

Silver smiles back at Mark, and for a moment he admires the foxens well kept, shining amber fur, entranced. “I… I would love to, yeah that’d be great-“
Silvers stumbling is interrupted by the sound of artillery below the airship, along with the drum of battle.
”It seems the battle is in full effect.” He speculates, a thick layer of cloud blocking the view.
”How is Narag?” He questions, sipping the slushy given to him, “I’ve heard mixed feeling in Warpp but I would love to have your opinion.”

He Gives The Order To open Fire Before looking At Silver Smiling. "Well on the outside we appear Warlike and Barbaric But our Culture is far more then that. It is just our people never really leave the Empire so no one notices our True Cultural identity. The Empire is Very protective of its people. We also have a Strong Sense of family and Duty to our family." He looks at the Young Naragian Woman. "Magistrix. Begin Deployment of the Mage Guard." The Woman bows and leaves the room. "Our people never marry for political reasons. We marry for love. Astril Narag Married Yue Because he Loved her. Thats a Unique part of our culture. Outside of Warfare The Narag have many Things we Enjoy. One of my favorites is Ball Room Dancing. Though I have never Had a Partner." 

Below on the Ground The Magi Beam in And unleash hell. 
Mark Anthony Watches, "Astril Deserves the Right to Call himself King And Yet The Kristan Acts in Fear of another Royal betraying the people. He Creating the Magi To Aid the Empire. The People. But Eh... Such Talks are above my paygrade."

Slowly silver walks up the stairs, the two guards in front of him, admiring the size of the airship, finally he reaches the bridge and with his tail wagging calls over to Mark. “Hey, this is the best airship I’ve ever seen! I’ve never seen Narag technology so close up before.” He drinks a slushy given to him by one of the guards “And this is delicious.”

Mark Smiles. "This Design is over 41 thousand years old. My Master truely has no equal When it comes to Creation Magic." He passes him Another Slushy. "Here. the trip wont take long."
The Engines Roar as The ship effortlessly flys up into the clouds While it heads to The Hill. "Also You have not seen Narag Technology Till you have Been to the Inner Kingdom and Fortress Narag. Maybe I could Get you a Pass to visit if you are interested. Being the student of the Lord Protector is Very usefull."

Silver smiles back at Mark, and for a moment he admires the foxens well kept, shining amber fur, entranced. “I… I would love to, yeah that’d be great-“
Silvers stumbling is interrupted by the sound of artillery below the airship, along with the drum of battle.
”It seems the battle is in full effect.” He speculates, a thick layer of cloud blocking the view.
”How is Narag?” He questions, sipping the slushy given to him, “I’ve heard mixed feeling in Warpp but I would love to have your opinion.”

He Gives The Order To open Fire Before looking At Silver Smiling. "Well on the outside we appear Warlike and Barbaric But our Culture is far more then that. It is just our people never really leave the Empire so no one notices our True Cultural identity. The Empire is Very protective of its people. We also have a Strong Sense of family and Duty to our family." He looks at the Young Naragian Woman. "Magistrix. Begin Deployment of the Mage Guard." The Woman bows and leaves the room. "Our people never marry for political reasons. We marry for love. Astril Narag Married Yue Because he Loved her. Thats a Unique part of our culture. Outside of Warfare The Narag have many Things we Enjoy. One of my favorites is Ball Room Dancing. Though I have never Had a Partner."

Below on the Ground The Magi Beam in And unleash hell.
Mark Anthony Watches, "Astril Deserves the Right to Call himself King And Yet The Kristan Acts in Fear of another Royal betraying the people. He Creating the Magi To Aid the Empire. The People. But Eh... Such Talks are above my paygrade."

Silver looks blankly at the countryside, the barbarians being slaughtered on the hill, and the Gausburg army there pushing back.
“I suppose I should be more interested in talks like that, I am 25% of its leader ship after all.” He smirks.
“But, as you said, you have never had a partner, though you must have thought of someone at some point? Someone you loved?”

Silver looks blankly at the countryside, the barbarians being slaughtered on the hill, and the Gausburg army there pushing back.
“I suppose I should be more interested in talks like that, I am 25% of its leader ship after all.” He smirks.
“But, as you said, you have never had a partner, though you must have thought of someone at some point? Someone you loved?”

Mark smiles. "Never Really thought about it. When I was a boy I secretly started learning Magic From Lord Protector Astril Narag When we were but teenagers. Now Though... I feel I should at least Try To Find someone. If Astril could I can."

He Looks at the Battlefield Looking at silver. "You are Right. It was better this way. By The Way Why is your fur so unkept? Not complaining Just asking because We foxen have to take good care of our fur Due to sandstorms."

Silver looks blankly at the countryside, the barbarians being slaughtered on the hill, and the Gausburg army there pushing back.
“I suppose I should be more interested in talks like that, I am 25% of its leader ship after all.” He smirks.
“But, as you said, you have never had a partner, though you must have thought of someone at some point? Someone you loved?”

Mark smiles. "Never Really thought about it. When I was a boy I secretly started learning Magic From Lord Protector Astril Narag When we were but teenagers. Now Though... I feel I should at least Try To Find someone. If Astril could I can."

He Looks at the Battlefield Looking at silver. "You are Right. It was better this way. By The Way Why is your fur so unkept? Not complaining Just asking because We foxen have to take good care of our fur Due to sandstorms."

Silver tries to pad down his fur, embarrassed.
”Does it looks that bad?” He jests “I just got here in a rush, it’s a pain to get it all straight in the morning but I had to rush to deliver this to the front lines.” He once again almost falls into a trace by Marks glowing fur, before catching himself.
”You have beautiful fur though, I could only dream of having that.”

Silver looks blankly at the countryside, the barbarians being slaughtered on the hill, and the Gausburg army there pushing back.
“I suppose I should be more interested in talks like that, I am 25% of its leader ship after all.” He smirks.
“But, as you said, you have never had a partner, though you must have thought of someone at some point? Someone you loved?”

Mark smiles. "Never Really thought about it. When I was a boy I secretly started learning Magic From Lord Protector Astril Narag When we were but teenagers. Now Though... I feel I should at least Try To Find someone. If Astril could I can."

He Looks at the Battlefield Looking at silver. "You are Right. It was better this way. By The Way Why is your fur so unkept? Not complaining Just asking because We foxen have to take good care of our fur Due to sandstorms."

Silver tries to pad down his fur, embarrassed.
”Does it looks that bad?” He jests “I just got here in a rush, it’s a pain to get it all straight in the morning but I had to rush to deliver this to the front lines.” He once again almost falls into a trace by Marks glowing fur, before catching himself.
”You have beautiful fur though, I could only dream of having that.”

Mark Laughs Passing him a Bottle of special Foxen Fur Conditioner From a Gap in reality. "You can try this... Best to have someone brush your fur Before though." 
He presses a console Causing The Main Gun to fire Blasting into the Enemy Command Tent.

The Dashikin Army ready their weapons and surround the hill being bombed the the Naragian airship. They wait patiently for the raiders to come down from the hill. "It's only a matter of time with the bombardment from the airship." Says Njord to a nearby officer, looking at the top of the hill with binoculars. 

'Seems like we're only deployed against common raiders, least this one is outside of Dashiki.' He thinks to himself before going back to staring at the top of the hill.

Silver looks blankly at the countryside, the barbarians being slaughtered on the hill, and the Gausburg army there pushing back.
“I suppose I should be more interested in talks like that, I am 25% of its leader ship after all.” He smirks.
“But, as you said, you have never had a partner, though you must have thought of someone at some point? Someone you loved?”

Mark smiles. "Never Really thought about it. When I was a boy I secretly started learning Magic From Lord Protector Astril Narag When we were but teenagers. Now Though... I feel I should at least Try To Find someone. If Astril could I can."

He Looks at the Battlefield Looking at silver. "You are Right. It was better this way. By The Way Why is your fur so unkept? Not complaining Just asking because We foxen have to take good care of our fur Due to sandstorms."

Silver tries to pad down his fur, embarrassed.
”Does it looks that bad?” He jests “I just got here in a rush, it’s a pain to get it all straight in the morning but I had to rush to deliver this to the front lines.” He once again almost falls into a trace by Marks glowing fur, before catching himself.
”You have beautiful fur though, I could only dream of having that.”

Mark Laughs Passing him a Bottle of special Foxen Fur Conditioner From a Gap in reality. "You can try this... Best to have someone brush your fur Before though."
He presses a console Causing The Main Gun to fire Blasting into the Enemy Command Tent.

“Oh! Thank you so much!” He try’s to stay monotone but his wagging tail gives him away. Soon after the bombarding began. The Raiders scatter down the hill after losing swaths of men. But they are met with the ground forces and destroyed. Looking down at the mound, the soldiers seem to have lost little numbers and many fortifications were still up “May we land?” Silver asks Mark.

Mark Laughs Passing him a Bottle of special Foxen Fur Conditioner From a Gap in reality. "You can try this... Best to have someone brush your fur Before though."
He presses a console Causing The Main Gun to fire Blasting into the Enemy Command Tent.


“Oh! Thank you so much!” He try’s to stay monotone but his wagging tail gives him away. Soon after the bombarding began. The Raiders scatter down the hill after losing swaths of men. But they are met with the ground forces and destroyed. Looking down at the mound, the soldiers seem to have lost little numbers and many fortifications were still up “May we land?” Silver asks Mark.

Mark Gives The Order And The Airship Lands At A Dock Created by The Magi. He Looks At Silver with a smiles. "You have a Keen mind Worthy of your Fox Heritage. The Naragians Are descended From Sand Foxes Found on our Homeworld. A Alien Scientist Created us From them to be his Empire's Shock Soldiers. He did not anticipate The Potential Threat We would become. Our Fox Blood Gives us a Keen mind as I am trying to say. My People, Neo-Naragians, Are descended From Naragians and Humans."

He Laughs a Bit Before sighing. "Lord Protector Astril Narag Used to Tell me Stories of our people. I Have a habit of Getting off track. Shall we?"

Mark Laughs Passing him a Bottle of special Foxen Fur Conditioner From a Gap in reality. "You can try this... Best to have someone brush your fur Before though."
He presses a console Causing The Main Gun to fire Blasting into the Enemy Command Tent.


“Oh! Thank you so much!” He try’s to stay monotone but his wagging tail gives him away. Soon after the bombarding began. The Raiders scatter down the hill after losing swaths of men. But they are met with the ground forces and destroyed. Looking down at the mound, the soldiers seem to have lost little numbers and many fortifications were still up “May we land?” Silver asks Mark.

Mark Gives The Order And The Airship Lands At A Dock Created by The Magi. He Looks At Silver with a smiles. "You have a Keen mind Worthy of your Fox Heritage. The Naragians Are descended From Sand Foxes Found on our Homeworld. A Alien Scientist Created us From them to be his Empire's Shock Soldiers. He did not anticipate The Potential Threat We would become. Our Fox Blood Gives us a Keen mind as I am trying to say. My People, Neo-Naragians, Are descended From Naragians and Humans."

He Laughs a Bit Before sighing. "Lord Protector Astril Narag Used to Tell me Stories of our people. I Have a habit of Getting off track. Shall we?"

Silver laughs before replying to Mark “my species and yours have very similar history’s, you’re just a couple thousands years older.” He chuckles, quietly wrapping his tail around Mark’s. They both lead out of the airship and onto the former battleground. “say, that offer to visit inner Narag, I would love to if you’re still interested. Anyways now we need to fortify this hill, we have reports of a strong army heading this way.”

Mark Laughs Passing him a Bottle of special Foxen Fur Conditioner From a Gap in reality. "You can try this... Best to have someone brush your fur Before though."
He presses a console Causing The Main Gun to fire Blasting into the Enemy Command Tent.


“Oh! Thank you so much!” He try’s to stay monotone but his wagging tail gives him away. Soon after the bombarding began. The Raiders scatter down the hill after losing swaths of men. But they are met with the ground forces and destroyed. Looking down at the mound, the soldiers seem to have lost little numbers and many fortifications were still up “May we land?” Silver asks Mark.

Mark Gives The Order And The Airship Lands At A Dock Created by The Magi. He Looks At Silver with a smiles. "You have a Keen mind Worthy of your Fox Heritage. The Naragians Are descended From Sand Foxes Found on our Homeworld. A Alien Scientist Created us From them to be his Empire's Shock Soldiers. He did not anticipate The Potential Threat We would become. Our Fox Blood Gives us a Keen mind as I am trying to say. My People, Neo-Naragians, Are descended From Naragians and Humans."

He Laughs a Bit Before sighing. "Lord Protector Astril Narag Used to Tell me Stories of our people. I Have a habit of Getting off track. Shall we?"

Silver laughs before replying to Mark “my species and yours have very similar history’s, you’re just a couple thousands years older.” He chuckles, quietly wrapping his tail around Mark’s. They both lead out of the airship and onto the former battleground. “say, that offer to visit inner Narag, I would love to if you’re still interested. Anyways now we need to fortify this hill, we have reports of a strong army heading this way.”

Mark Also wraps his tail around silver's. "I would enjoy that. PErhaps After This war. My Lord's Wedding is coming up soon So Restrictions will be lessened in the Empire."

He looks at the NAragian Magi Opening Rifts. Out come One thousand more Naragians. The Mech battalion has Arrived. The New Mechwarrior MK2 proudly on display. "Oh! Seems the Kristan Finally sent the big guns.... Heh. Literally."

Njord walks into where all the Dashikin vehicles are parked, stepping over the brutalized Gausburg raiders that tried to escape, with limbs littering the battlefield. He goes to talk to a officer. "How many did we catch?" He asks the officer, strightening his beard out using the fingers on his left hand. "We got nearly a quarter of the forces trying to escape the bombardment. The rest you can find on the ground. I assume we kill them off." The officer says, behind him lines of tied bandits with bags over their head. "No, we can sell them for a good price. This time we'll actually find a buyer for them." He walks away.

Mark Laughs Passing him a Bottle of special Foxen Fur Conditioner From a Gap in reality. "You can try this... Best to have someone brush your fur Before though."
He presses a console Causing The Main Gun to fire Blasting into the Enemy Command Tent.


“Oh! Thank you so much!” He try’s to stay monotone but his wagging tail gives him away. Soon after the bombarding began. The Raiders scatter down the hill after losing swaths of men. But they are met with the ground forces and destroyed. Looking down at the mound, the soldiers seem to have lost little numbers and many fortifications were still up “May we land?” Silver asks Mark.

Mark Gives The Order And The Airship Lands At A Dock Created by The Magi. He Looks At Silver with a smiles. "You have a Keen mind Worthy of your Fox Heritage. The Naragians Are descended From Sand Foxes Found on our Homeworld. A Alien Scientist Created us From them to be his Empire's Shock Soldiers. He did not anticipate The Potential Threat We would become. Our Fox Blood Gives us a Keen mind as I am trying to say. My People, Neo-Naragians, Are descended From Naragians and Humans."

He Laughs a Bit Before sighing. "Lord Protector Astril Narag Used to Tell me Stories of our people. I Have a habit of Getting off track. Shall we?"

Silver laughs before replying to Mark “my species and yours have very similar history’s, you’re just a couple thousands years older.” He chuckles, quietly wrapping his tail around Mark’s. They both lead out of the airship and onto the former battleground. “say, that offer to visit inner Narag, I would love to if you’re still interested. Anyways now we need to fortify this hill, we have reports of a strong army heading this way.”

Mark Also wraps his tail around silver's. "I would enjoy that. PErhaps After This war. My Lord's Wedding is coming up soon So Restrictions will be lessened in the Empire."

He looks at the NAragian Magi Opening Rifts. Out come One thousand more Naragians. The Mech battalion has Arrived. The New Mechwarrior MK2 proudly on display. "Oh! Seems the Kristan Finally sent the big guns.... Heh. Literally."

He see's the airship landing. 'Huh. . . They're alot bigger then I thought. I'm gonna go get a slushy.' He walks on the ship as Silver and Mark are leaving and he gets a idea that puts a smile on his face. As he walks by he yanks Silver's tail, staggering him backwards and pulling off some of his hair off with it.

Njord walks into where all the Dashikin vehicles are parked, stepping over the brutalized Gausburg raiders that tried to escape, with limbs littering the battlefield. He goes to talk to a officer. "How many did we catch?" He asks the officer, strightening his beard out using the fingers on his left hand. "We got nearly a quarter of the forces trying to escape the bombardment. The rest you can find on the ground. I assume we kill them off." The officer says, behind him lines of tied bandits with bags over their head. "No, we can sell them for a good price. This time we'll actually find a buyer for them." He walks away.

Mark Laughs Passing him a Bottle of special Foxen Fur Conditioner From a Gap in reality. "You can try this... Best to have someone brush your fur Before though."
He presses a console Causing The Main Gun to fire Blasting into the Enemy Command Tent.


“Oh! Thank you so much!” He try’s to stay monotone but his wagging tail gives him away. Soon after the bombarding began. The Raiders scatter down the hill after losing swaths of men. But they are met with the ground forces and destroyed. Looking down at the mound, the soldiers seem to have lost little numbers and many fortifications were still up “May we land?” Silver asks Mark.

Mark Gives The Order And The Airship Lands At A Dock Created by The Magi. He Looks At Silver with a smiles. "You have a Keen mind Worthy of your Fox Heritage. The Naragians Are descended From Sand Foxes Found on our Homeworld. A Alien Scientist Created us From them to be his Empire's Shock Soldiers. He did not anticipate The Potential Threat We would become. Our Fox Blood Gives us a Keen mind as I am trying to say. My People, Neo-Naragians, Are descended From Naragians and Humans."

He Laughs a Bit Before sighing. "Lord Protector Astril Narag Used to Tell me Stories of our people. I Have a habit of Getting off track. Shall we?"

Silver laughs before replying to Mark “my species and yours have very similar history’s, you’re just a couple thousands years older.” He chuckles, quietly wrapping his tail around Mark’s. They both lead out of the airship and onto the former battleground. “say, that offer to visit inner Narag, I would love to if you’re still interested. Anyways now we need to fortify this hill, we have reports of a strong army heading this way.”

Mark Also wraps his tail around silver's. "I would enjoy that. PErhaps After This war. My Lord's Wedding is coming up soon So Restrictions will be lessened in the Empire."

He looks at the NAragian Magi Opening Rifts. Out come One thousand more Naragians. The Mech battalion has Arrived. The New Mechwarrior MK2 proudly on display. "Oh! Seems the Kristan Finally sent the big guns.... Heh. Literally."

He see's the airship landing. 'Huh. . . They're alot bigger then I thought. I'm gonna go get a slushy.' He walks on the ship as Silver and Mark are leaving and he gets a idea that puts a smile on his face. As he walks by he yanks Silver's tail, staggering him backwards and pulling off some of his hair off with it.

Mark catches Silver preventing his staggering from potentially causing a fall. A Forms a lasso And hurls it at the Assailant and would try to tie him up. “Never pull one’s tail. If He was a Naragian That would be a challenge for a dual.”

Njord walks into where all the Dashikin vehicles are parked, stepping over the brutalized Gausburg raiders that tried to escape, with limbs littering the battlefield. He goes to talk to a officer. "How many did we catch?" He asks the officer, strightening his beard out using the fingers on his left hand. "We got nearly a quarter of the forces trying to escape the bombardment. The rest you can find on the ground. I assume we kill them off." The officer says, behind him lines of tied bandits with bags over their head. "No, we can sell them for a good price. This time we'll actually find a buyer for them." He walks away.

Mark Laughs Passing him a Bottle of special Foxen Fur Conditioner From a Gap in reality. "You can try this... Best to have someone brush your fur Before though."
He presses a console Causing The Main Gun to fire Blasting into the Enemy Command Tent.


“Oh! Thank you so much!” He try’s to stay monotone but his wagging tail gives him away. Soon after the bombarding began. The Raiders scatter down the hill after losing swaths of men. But they are met with the ground forces and destroyed. Looking down at the mound, the soldiers seem to have lost little numbers and many fortifications were still up “May we land?” Silver asks Mark.

Mark Gives The Order And The Airship Lands At A Dock Created by The Magi. He Looks At Silver with a smiles. "You have a Keen mind Worthy of your Fox Heritage. The Naragians Are descended From Sand Foxes Found on our Homeworld. A Alien Scientist Created us From them to be his Empire's Shock Soldiers. He did not anticipate The Potential Threat We would become. Our Fox Blood Gives us a Keen mind as I am trying to say. My People, Neo-Naragians, Are descended From Naragians and Humans."

He Laughs a Bit Before sighing. "Lord Protector Astril Narag Used to Tell me Stories of our people. I Have a habit of Getting off track. Shall we?"

Silver laughs before replying to Mark “my species and yours have very similar history’s, you’re just a couple thousands years older.” He chuckles, quietly wrapping his tail around Mark’s. They both lead out of the airship and onto the former battleground. “say, that offer to visit inner Narag, I would love to if you’re still interested. Anyways now we need to fortify this hill, we have reports of a strong army heading this way.”

Mark Also wraps his tail around silver's. "I would enjoy that. PErhaps After This war. My Lord's Wedding is coming up soon So Restrictions will be lessened in the Empire."

He looks at the NAragian Magi Opening Rifts. Out come One thousand more Naragians. The Mech battalion has Arrived. The New Mechwarrior MK2 proudly on display. "Oh! Seems the Kristan Finally sent the big guns.... Heh. Literally."

He see's the airship landing. 'Huh. . . They're alot bigger then I thought. I'm gonna go get a slushy.' He walks on the ship as Silver and Mark are leaving and he gets a idea that puts a smile on his face. As he walks by he yanks Silver's tail, staggering him backwards and pulling off some of his hair off with it.

Mark catches Silver preventing his staggering from potentially causing a fall. A Forms a lasso And hurls it at the Assailant and would try to tie him up. “Never pull one’s tail. If He was a Naragian That would be a challenge for a dual.”

He falls like a sack of bricks to the ground "He is a. . ." He stops for a second and thinks. "Goddamn it the fur's worthless isn't it?" He pushes Mark away manages to slip a leg out of the lasso and stand up with his right leg still caught. "You can take the hair back if that's what you want."

Njord walks into where all the Dashikin vehicles are parked, stepping over the brutalized Gausburg raiders that tried to escape, with limbs littering the battlefield. He goes to talk to a officer. "How many did we catch?" He asks the officer, strightening his beard out using the fingers on his left hand. "We got nearly a quarter of the forces trying to escape the bombardment. The rest you can find on the ground. I assume we kill them off." The officer says, behind him lines of tied bandits with bags over their head. "No, we can sell them for a good price. This time we'll actually find a buyer for them." He walks away.

Mark Laughs Passing him a Bottle of special Foxen Fur Conditioner From a Gap in reality. "You can try this... Best to have someone brush your fur Before though."
He presses a console Causing The Main Gun to fire Blasting into the Enemy Command Tent.


“Oh! Thank you so much!” He try’s to stay monotone but his wagging tail gives him away. Soon after the bombarding began. The Raiders scatter down the hill after losing swaths of men. But they are met with the ground forces and destroyed. Looking down at the mound, the soldiers seem to have lost little numbers and many fortifications were still up “May we land?” Silver asks Mark.

Mark Gives The Order And The Airship Lands At A Dock Created by The Magi. He Looks At Silver with a smiles. "You have a Keen mind Worthy of your Fox Heritage. The Naragians Are descended From Sand Foxes Found on our Homeworld. A Alien Scientist Created us From them to be his Empire's Shock Soldiers. He did not anticipate The Potential Threat We would become. Our Fox Blood Gives us a Keen mind as I am trying to say. My People, Neo-Naragians, Are descended From Naragians and Humans."

He Laughs a Bit Before sighing. "Lord Protector Astril Narag Used to Tell me Stories of our people. I Have a habit of Getting off track. Shall we?"

Silver laughs before replying to Mark “my species and yours have very similar history’s, you’re just a couple thousands years older.” He chuckles, quietly wrapping his tail around Mark’s. They both lead out of the airship and onto the former battleground. “say, that offer to visit inner Narag, I would love to if you’re still interested. Anyways now we need to fortify this hill, we have reports of a strong army heading this way.”

Mark Also wraps his tail around silver's. "I would enjoy that. PErhaps After This war. My Lord's Wedding is coming up soon So Restrictions will be lessened in the Empire."

He looks at the NAragian Magi Opening Rifts. Out come One thousand more Naragians. The Mech battalion has Arrived. The New Mechwarrior MK2 proudly on display. "Oh! Seems the Kristan Finally sent the big guns.... Heh. Literally."

He see's the airship landing. 'Huh. . . They're alot bigger then I thought. I'm gonna go get a slushy.' He walks on the ship as Silver and Mark are leaving and he gets a idea that puts a smile on his face. As he walks by he yanks Silver's tail, staggering him backwards and pulling off some of his hair off with it.

Mark catches Silver preventing his staggering from potentially causing a fall. A Forms a lasso And hurls it at the Assailant and would try to tie him up. “Never pull one’s tail. If He was a Naragian That would be a challenge for a dual.”

Silver falls into Marks arms, scouling at the dashikis remarks. “Damn dashikis, bane of my life…” He then realised he is wrapped in Marks arms, the Narags fur shimmering in the sun, his tail begins swishing back and forth and he looks up to the snout of the Foxen. “T-thanks Mark.”