((Blah, just making a post. Might as well ))

"okay.. listen up. Here's how it's going to work." Fei chokes out, his voice stern, but it's still a choke nonetheless. The sickening feeling insde him is unbareable. The fact that he has to go through another month at least forces him to almost blindness at the thought.

"First off... I'm going to scatter your races among each other. To force you to work the a multitude." Fei speaks for but a moment before the whole plane shifts around the army After a minute or so of shifting, everyone finds themselves scrambled though they never moved from their original position. "There... much better... now to equip you all. Search the city. Once you come in contact with hostiles, focus from within. Bring out that Godly energy within each of your Souls. With this, you'll find yourself more then readily equipped. It's a defense all on your own. Let me show you."

Fei turns his hand palm upright, and from within that spawns a fierce looking scimitar. The souls see this and are pleased Especially those from the Karawalan, as they each have 6 arms along their scaly hides, 2 sprouting from the shoulders and 2 in place ontop of those, resting like shoulder mounted weapons. And another pair sprouting from mid waist.

"Now that you have a sense of understanding. I want you all to work as a team. Every one of you. I want you all to get into the action. Among this plane, horrible, horrible heathens dwell. Ones that look like each of us. The sinners, the one that deserve a darkened fate. They won't be able to harm you for the simple fact that they are condemned and await fate. You are their fate. They have no feelings, or remorse. Just sinister desires. Your first task as an army, and a test of your ability, is to go throughout this plane and destroy them. Now.... get moving."

Fei throws the scimitar to the ground infront of multitude of spirits. Suddenly they break up, and scatter, practically vanishing. Divided into factions to clean house. Closing his eyes, Fei looks onward. getting a scrolling bird's eye view of everything going on. The sickness within forces him to cough in a harsh manner as he concentrates with all his might to focus away from it.

((okay, no need to read it. It's there. It's boring, but it's there. It gets me somewhere at least ))