[Destroyed] Hunting Legion camp

Zhax was half sleeping half watching through his elite soldier's eyes. He was in his own tent on his primitive makeshift throne with his head down when a lone low ranked soldier bothered him from slumber.

"Field Master Zhax? We have questions." He took a knee in front of Zhax, not wanting to be disciplined for his immature disturbance.

"Huh, first, who is we? And, second, dis better be important or of urgentness..." Zhax perked up quickly when he spoke.

"Us soldierz, in general. When do we return home? The prisoners have wounded some of us recently and even though we kill enemies, food runs low and we be tired too." His stance stayed the same, voice respectful as possible.

"Hmph. Very well, I will summon tha mounts to return home, it will take time however." The soldier bowed and turned to leave but before he got away Zhax added in. "And for your personal weakness and cowardice I will have you lashed 20 times and chained until they arrive." The grunt exited with regret on his face. Zhax called the rides and went back to his slumber.

From the low lying plant life emerges a squad of five kobolds, all pointing spears and javelins at the woman while keeping their distance.

"Heh hey! Found one!" One of them shouted out, he looked of low rank and snarled.

"Quiet, now!" The seemingly leader ordered as the others  surrounded her. "Why you here? And who'da sent you? Quickly now, otherwise you die." They kept weapons pointed at her.

"Heh, alright. But I didn't promise you anything just so you know." He smiled evilly at her. The kobolds stayed in a circle around her, normally they just killed stuff in which got too close, but the group leader was unusually merciful this time. He motioned for her to follow, the others following the rear.

The grunts whisper among themselves. "We shoulda rape er and kill her," One said.
"And that why you not Lieutenant." Another whispered back."
"Grrr... Fine."

The lead kobold led her through a gap in the spike barricades down a center road adjacent to a bunch of tents as the side spectators yelled insults and gave savage looks. The biggest and brightest tent seems to house the master.

Inside was Zhax, lazily sitting down on his wood throne, half asleep with his head hanging to the left. A strange tattoo or mark was visible on his neck and it appeared to glow dimly.

The leader stopped in front of him, took a knee, and waved off the recruits.
"Field Master Zhax'n? We found this one while patrolling outside the camp. She said she got a proposal for us."

"Huh?" Zhax snapped awake from his trance and listened to the officer. "Hm. Well, let's hear it first and then we'll decide whether or not we should accept it or just enslave the lady." He studied Ari as he waited for the offer.

Ari laughs. Although not wanting to be enslaved, the dark humour still entertained her.

"Well. For years, King Jorlech has ruled the Kingdom of Aaedan. While he may be a just ruler; I feel it is very much high time the people world themselves." Ari explained. "This probably won't very much entice you to the cause alone, however perhaps something else can maybe? If you help me take over the Kingdom of Aaedan and form a Republican government, you will receive vast rewards and a tribute from the country."

"Well firstly, I'm not a human; I am Djinni. Secondly you have a lot to gain in the long term. I intend to become an advisor to the king. Through this he will be sent to war with the Phoenix State, and through my convincing the entire kingdom will be overstretched. The people will starve and eventually demand change. Obviously the plague that befalls the kingdom may need a little nudge. That's where the war band comes into the whole plan. I need you to up your raids on the Aaedanians, make them regret the whole war and the king's decisions. Once the Republic has been established from the flames, you will have our backing in taking the remnants of the Phoenix State." Ari explained.

Now she was starting to speak Zhax's language, he knew what was going to happen now.

"Heh, now I see. Do what we've been doing but against Aaedan scum? Gaining land suits none of my interests, my people and me only wish to harvest what should be rightfully ours. We take what belongs, we need no land otherwise. How will we keep contact, do you have someone as a messenger or will I have to provide one? Regardless, these terms I can comply with, but if this is a trap or a lie..." The High guards banged the end of the spears on the makeshift plank floor. "You will regret ever even stepping inside this camp." He rubbed his hands together in pleasure, same job, new kingdom. Easy business.

"Oh believe me, Zhax'n. You will not regret the decision you have made now."

Ari held out her palm towards the warmaster. Various symbols and patterns were covering it giving the distinct look of a tattoo coloured appendage. However has Zhax'n started to look closer he saw the symbols were moving and changing. They would merge and even divide as they moved across her skin.

From the hand a slightly small figure started to form. Eventually a dove appeared.

This is my messenger, the name he goes by is that of K'Tumbhe. When he approaches you, then you will know that there is a message from me wrapper around his right leg. Be wary though, I wouldn't want him eaten by any of your minions."

"I better not." He said he returned awkwardly shook her palm with his three fingered hand. He paid no attention to her magical symbols and lettering on her arm.

"I will inform my units not to eat any similar small birds until I have seen it for the time being. I assure my part of the job will be done." He was about to dismiss her until he remembered one last question.

"And by what name or alias should I address you as miss?"