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[Ivy]

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Ivy sat on the edge of her bed, exhausted but somewhat proud. As broken as the Order was, they were still able to commit little acts on their adversaries... Little acts led to larger ones... Larger acts led to strategies and tactics... Strategies and tactics, these led to those things only described as Acts of God. So what if they had only inflicted flesh wounds on the Paladin forces. If you can inflict a flesh wound, she thought, you can also inflict much deeper ones. Nothing was over yet. Indeed, it was just beginning. Already small plans were emerging, and a few minor plots had been carried out. James M'Real's hammer, one of the great Paladin relics, had been reacquired right out from under his bed, in his own house, and from under the noses of James and three of his compatriots, through tactful diplomacy and simple stealthing. The paladins attacked later, and while they did drive the Order from the Hill, they still escaped. They retreated back to Umbra and prepared their defenses. Except for Ivy.

With the relic safely hidden away, she snuck back to the Hill and surveyed the situation. The Paladins were planning to set up a base; nothing she could do about that. Lord M'Real deemed it a pre-emptive strike. Amused with the irony of what she was about to do, Ivy stabbed him again, calling it a post-emptive strike. She was chased off the Hill, but for less than ten minutes. Upon her return she was pleased to see only three Paladins remained: Lord M'Real, Lord Robert Daniels, and an unknown bodyguard, presumably of Robert's. What further pleased her was that Lord M'Real, then followed by Lord Robert, adventured into the crypts below the Hill, leaving their bodyguard alone!

Such an opportunity, no matter how tactically useless, was not ignored. Within seconds, Dormack Shandar and Darmug Streea reduced the divided trio of Paladins into three more piles of bones amid dozens in the mazelike crypts. They would undoubtedly be raised by their comrades, but it was more of a symbolic victory than anything. Oh well, she thought. It felt good and it kept morale high. With nothing left to destroy, the three went back to base and prepared the defenses. There was little time for rest, but Ivy had made some; the details could wait until tomorrow.