The Hive Militia

[*DM-Stitch(es)]

In order to determine such, scouts would have to be sent...the choice, however, would be how many to send and which route?

[*Hydra]

The battle was harsh and difficult, but the militia ended up successful against its foe nonetheless, the group now had earned a bit of a reputation and its "organizer" decided to was a good time to elect a few reliable lieutenants and expand it further.

[*StoneCold]

Standing in front of the mirror, brushing her *brilliantly* colored hair suddenly bursts into laughter. "An apprentice", the laughter continues for some time until she becomes dead cold sober considering her own words at length. Thinking to herself "I did have an apprentice before, and he lived a good few months until those black archers shot him full of arrows." "Poor sodding orc.", the words meant but emotions ring hollow. Tilting her head she goes back to task of brushing her long thick green strands.

Like a switch was flipped, her thoughts move unto the Hive militia. I wonder what those sods are up to? , mentally cringing a moment, before teeth are bared resulting in a bright devilish smile.