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Crispin walked up to them. "Sir, what's the situation? We know that we're helping a revolution, but in these past three years, it's never been as simple as that." He sighed. "What other complications are there? Besides the empires, Maros told me about that. And the young man with...I don't know." He smiled apologetically at Martin. "Are you feeling better now?"

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"No. But, I did hear about you from Maros, and I guess your a commanding officer now so..." he saluted. "What should we do, sir?"

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Crispin looked around at everyone. He was dressed in an immaculate uniform, with creases so sharp that they could kill, and an array of medals arranged in a perfect order. He had a cap on with an insignia on it, and he had a decorative sword at his side. He looked to be around the age of Elduvar, in his late twenties, perhaps early thirties, with light tan skin, bright blond hair, and green eyes. He closed his eyes for a moment, willing his clothes to shift, and suddenly he was dressed in civilian clothes in relaxed, cool colors and he had a nice pair of shades on. A table with a map of Sel on it appeared in front of him. "So, what's the plan? I'll try to help as I can."

Crispin noticed Martin's condition. "He looks battle shocked. Or...something else."

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"Okay then." He turned to the army. "Alright men, teleport outside!" The guys with staffs created portals, the army went through, portals closed, all done. He turned back to everyone else and rubbed his hands together. "Let's get to strategy now."

"The Panserbjørn owe us, and we're the commanding officers for the Lashai. The Scadrians will jump at any opportunity to assassinate authority, while the Awakeners will do almost anything for money. The fact that the Wyrn is religious will get them more. And the Rosharans? They'll jump at the opportunity for any glory." He checked his watch. "Oh. And the Lashai should be here...now." A series of small cylindrical metal pods dropped into the ground around them. The sides dropped off and soldiers marched out. They were large men, looking like and dressed like Vikings. They had swords in sheathes, axes in hands, and shields on their backs. Some of them had bows, or hammers, or two-hand axes, or even mages' staffs. One dressed in a sharp-looking uniform came up and saluted crisply to Maros. "You called, my lord?" Maros smiled. "Crispin, nice to see you. These folks need help with a revoloution." Crispin smiled. "Excellent." He turned to the soldiers. "Standard operation. Type 3." The soldiers started cheering. Maros tapped Crispin. "Oh, and you're in charge. I need to go with Elduvar." Crispin nodded as if he had expected this. "Yes sir. Who's in charge while you're gone sir?" Maros looked around for a moment. "Listen to Channelknight Fadran, Lord Stephan of Iadon or Queen." He pointed to each one in turn. Crispin nodded again. "Yes sir. Good luck." Maros teleported away. Crispin sighed, and then turned to Fadran, Stephan, and Queen. "Anything I can help with?"

"So...do you need them? Besides the Lashai, they're all friends so they won't just listen to us, but they will fight for a cause. That cause can range from honor to simple bloodshed to money."

"Huh. Not a bad plan. Do you need a larger army? We have" He started counting off on his fingers "Five. Well, if you want to be specific, a Scadrian Assassin's guild, a Rosharan rouge order of Radiants and others, a sect of Awakeners, the Lashai Arcane Expeditionary Force, and a group of Panserbjørn. The last one is my personal favorite, the first three are friends, and we created and were subsequently gifted the last one."

"Oh. Yeah...okay then. Well...I don't think we've quite fought that. Wait...does an inter-planar empire count? Never mind. So what was your original plan? And why does it need to change. I guess that all happened before me and Elduvar got here."

"But...? Our revolution had it's fair share of weird stuff going on as well." Like Samerex.

"Okay. So...I've been mentally communicating with Elduvar." He silently swallowed his guilt at not telling Elduvar about...never mind. He'd deal with it later. "He told me to stay and help you, and told me about your guys' revolution. He probably told you about our role in the Lashai Revolution, so...we are pretty experienced. Just tell me what to do. I'm pretty good in most espionage, informant, and whatnot roles." He sniffled. "And-when Elduvar gets out, he'll probably serve as a valuable front line fighter." Idiot. Why couldn't his cousin step back and chill in between adventures. First he goes to Samarex, and then he uses the WSI to get here? And then fights...what were they called? Drylings?

"Okay!" He teleports him and the transport back across. "What we doing?"