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SUMMARY: A tell of the battle preparations for the Quer'ith tribe. Death and Hatred among the clans amount as they meet for the first time in centuries.

For the first time in many generations, every clansman of the Quer'ith tribe was meeting. Such an event had not happen for at least 500 years, since the great apocalypse. Their meeting, however, was not something new or an emergency. They were making their plans for the future, and the role they would play in it.

The meeting place was dry, craggy cave in the Modoccus Mountains. Its location is secret, known only to the members of the tribe. It is a dark and desolate place for such an important decision to be made, but then again it is the environment that the Quer'ith like most. Although there was no light, large beasts began to enter the mountain. These animals had no place being in such a dark place; some of them had no right to exist.

Several dozen leopards entered the cave. They were the first arrivals to the clan meeting. Quickly and soundlessly they transformed back into their human forms, if you could even call these creatures human. With all of their party back to the human state, the clan of the paw waited. Their gift was the power of ultimate speed. This particular sect of the Quer'ith tribe was imbued with the blood of leopards, jaguars, and wild horses. Their superior gift of speed had allowed them to reach the cave first.

These fierce predators were perhaps the most powerful race to ever develop that relied solely upon muscle. It was the decision of whether or not to embrace some strange new weapons purchased at a dwarf shop that would be decided. Yet there was no rush. The Quer'ith had been waiting decades, no centuries for this moment. They could stand to wait a little longer.

But before any decision could be reached, the power of these new weapons must be tested. For this purpose 3 dozen members of the tribe of the tooth gone to the central blight. There they were to receive authorization from their clan leader to use their new weapons. Their chieftain, Blood Fang had gone to the city of Auriliox to test the strength of these weak humans. He would ultimately decide if the test would even ever take place. In Auriliox he was to meet up with a potential ally name Morgaki and engage him in combat to test his strength. If Blood Fang was able to ally Morgaki, the Clan of the Tooth would attack the desert convoy to test their new weapons.

If Blood Fang was unable to get an ally there, however, plans would have to be put on hold and the Quer'ith would wait for the situation to reveal another ally. The fate of the next few days all depended on the actions of a mage called Morgaki.



As the leopards sat down, they became aware of a strange feeling at the back of their minds. The older Quer'ith instantly precognitive this as a sign that some of their brethren had entered into battle. "But will they win?"wondered Kigeran the swift footed.

From where they were, the members of the paw clan were unable to interfere. Besides their ability was stealth, not direct combat. "While we wait, I suggest we begin to discuss what we shall do if the new weapons are successful," said Romian of the Hunt.

"Yes I agree," responded Kigeran, "We should definitely decide what our plans are next if everything goes as planned.