"...Abbendis" The apprentice...Doan called out to to the High General. "The Arcanist has gone missing again...Why does the crusade insist on keeping an insidious beast who consorts with demons and kills our own members as frequently as he does scourge?"

The general chuckled and motioned over the plaguelands "We keep him around for two reasons, one, the Grand Crusader commands it, and two..." she smirked, as a man robed in the crusades garb sped past them, being chased by a horde of scourge, the numbers of which that were steadily dropping as the Arcanist's curses did their work. "He's...incredibly efficient when he actually makes the effort."

Doan eyed the Arcanist with disgust as he approached them, having finished off the last of the pack with a bolt of shadow. "Arcanist." Doan muttered with contempt. "No foul demons today then?"

The Arcanist regarded him with an amused look, a secret smile that he always seemed to wear, rolling his eyes, he cast his eyes over to his right and chuckled "Ziplop."

The imp's fireball hit Doan square in the face, and sent him sprawling across the steps of the steps of the bastion.

High General Abbendis rolled her eyes "Arcanist, you have been told about killing things that aren't the scourge."

"And, as I've told the Grand Crusader, repeatedly, you either get a lot of dead scourge, and a few dead crusaders, or a lot of dead crusaders, and...well, a lot of dead scourge, I'm not too fussed as to what I kill these days."

Doan lifted himself of the steps and spat at the Arcanist "Arcanist Fuhito, you aren't invincible..you aren't even particulary powerful..keep up this attitude, and you WILL fall." the man stalked off into the bastion, muttering darkly.

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The rogue snapped into consciousness, an elf leaning over him in what appeared to be concern 'Are you well, Forsaken?' to which the rogue did not reply, lifting himself up and heading back towards Brill.