“As we sit fighting amongst ourselves our world suffers with each passing moment. The queen was one of my most beloved friends now all that remains in remembrance of her are dust and bones. You both are correct in the matter to which you speak. Many citizens were forced to pledge their allegiance to Jennicus out of fear not by choice and those who did not were persecuted and sent to the afterlife. Since capturing Lesbiannicus she is now overseer of the largest army who will kill at her command. She has acquired many enemies all of whom fear being invaded next it will take legions of armies to defeat her. With no surviving heirs if Jennicus isn’t stopped we are all in grave danger.”

“Forgive me Ascara for speaking out of turn but these legions how do we go about acquiring them?”

“All the answers are here in this room look around you. Each and every one of you bring something rare and unique to the table use that uniqueness and great things will come. All of you must place faith in each other as leaders as the fate of others rest entirely in our hands. Together let’s honor the queen and royal family if not we all condemned to die.” Hearing Ascara speak they all looked at one another as her meaning pressed upon ear. If they failed to come together it will mean death for them all.

It was the perfect weather in Lesbiannicus so much so Jennicus was in the mood to be entertained. In a last minute decision, she ordered a gladiator like forum using slaves (supporters of Queen Lenore) fighting for their lives as entertainment for the evening. It was a game to her as she had full control over whether or not a slave could still the life of another.  Although, they may be defeated the aggressor or clear winner of a battle still needed permission from the queen to remove the light from the defeated eyes. When Queen Lenore ruled she banned the fights as she deemed them barbaric and unjust. Jennicus never agreed with the decision as she saw it as a means to the fill the royal bank with coin. She cared nothing about the lives of a slave as they were worth no more than piss and shit. Sitting on the balcony she watched a crowd of her supporters cheer as she gave the victor a hands down in which she gutted her opponent splitting her stomach in half to the sound of the cheering crowd.