((how did you know? lol))

Sumnor was in his tent, sat on the edge of his basic cot brooding over his next move in this god-damned war. Lucifer's becoming more ellusive, not even coming out for battles, that's not like him, something must have changed. He stood, looking at the various sketches stewn around the area coverred by his tent, pentagrams, devil's traps, none of which seem to work on him and his kind since the seal between the three realms were broken.

He stood, eginning to pace, interrupted by one of his newer recruits approaching the tent flaps and attempting to knock, idiots, He walked over and pulled the flap to one side, beckoning for the recruit to enter. The young female recruit saluted and hit herself in the head slightly, face turning bright red immediately, partially from embarr*censored*ment, though msotly from intimidation with the rather daunting figure standing before her.

"Sir, there are demons at the gate, only three, but they're three that intelligence have reported as hostile, we need your advice, sir." Sumnor barged past the recruit, and out of the tent, glancing back to tell her to follow, "Follow, keep up, and less of the sir." he pushed his way to the front gate of the camp. "You three, you say you're traitors to the demon king Lucifer?" 

"Aye, sir, we're no longer in allegiance." Sumnor went in his robes and took out a flask, a set of rosary beads ordaned the neck of it, unscrewing the lid, he splashed the three demons before him in turn. There no reaction from the first two, but the third felt immense pain as steam poured from his body, he fell over screaming in agony. Sumnor crossed the devil's traps and run his blade through the chest of the third.

"Holy water only burns the demons of Lucifer." He broke the lines of the devil traps that the two demons were in, "Come on in, the Rook will show you to your new tents."

Grasping her staff, Tempus strode towards the training grounds that lay barren with devil sprites carcases. The rookie mages bantered amongst themselves, despite there only being three, two female and a male, they still made a loud enough racket. Tempus winced as the pain from her left hand shot through her for the third time that day. She clenched her fist as to control and concentrate the blood flow, making it cool down as to numb the pain slightly.

As she approached the three mages, they stopped chattering and turned to face her.  The apparent youngest was an Elf, Despite her lack of training, she would initially be the easiest to train. Magic had always traditionally been an Elfin trait.  She would become a healer, She had that essence about her. 

Tempus gave a soft smile. "Well, you three are to join the mages I'm as.suming? Otherwise you would be somewhere else. Am I not correct?" She questioned them, peering at their obvious faces. "We're all friends here, surely." She said rather patronisingly, giving a light chuckle as the male gulped.

"Well, we won't be doing much in the terms of spell casting today, more or less, making your staffs." The three flinched as agonising screams came from the front gate. "Ignore that." She continued standing her staff in-front of herself as for the rookies to see. "A staff is an essential tool for any mage, whether or not you use it as you develop, it will always be useful, and may save your life in more than one way." She let go of the golden pole and flexed her fingers, in seconds the circular head morphed into a spear head, then morphed back after she flexed her fingers once more.

"The reason a staff is so powerful, is because a bond is made. One that can never be broken, even after death." Clenching the staff once more, she turned an started to stride away. "This is your first test, make a staff." Her eyes glistened as she hear muttering behind her of disbelief. "It can be done. A Hint, a staff can have any appearance. This will help me analyse your personality and the forte you will choose."

Tempus approached the scene of  the screams, as watched as a body was removed, deformed from the holy water and being run through by a certain sword.

"Ah, I see. that's what the screaming was for then." she smiled in return, noting that a female recruit standing beside the two face was pale. "It's war, killing happens." Started Sumnor, advising the female recruit about the hardships of an ongoing battle. He had always been one for blunt and to the point answers. 

Tempus followed Sumnor back to the training grounds giving a light chuckle when he mentioned not being a mage. "Yes, it is a rather daunting task. The elf is a little too predictable, I'm guess an oak crook,as for the two others, it shall be interesting to see what they choose. "

Receiving the scroll in her left hand, she inspected the seal." This is Gaelic, Well as far as I can tell." She flexed her fingers, decreasing the scrolls size until it vanished. "I shall look at that in greater detail later." 

"Very well sir." Saluted the male, then leaning slightly as his fellow demon whispered something to him. "Errm.. Sumnor."

Sumnor chuckled softly, "Ah, I see news of my hatered of authorty got around, thank you for that." He walked over to the field that had been commissioned as the training grounds, looking at the large hay bale targets that had been set up for spell practise. "I am a demon warrior! Nothing more, nothing less. This means I am no mage." He flicked the index finger and middle finger of his right hand towards the center target, engulfing it in hell fire, watching as it burnt down to ash in a few seconds. "That means you have to be better than me at magic.

He walked over to the male who had rightfully addressed him informally once realizing fully who he was, he patted him on the shoulder, his knees buckling as images starting flashing past his eyes, "Tempus...." He saw visions of a grand mage holding something simlar to Sumnor, the mage was killing ma.sses of people, demon, human, angel alike. "Tempus..."

These visions always greatly pained Sumnor, a parting gift from lucifer, they always gave him semi-useful information that never gave him too far a lead in the overall war. Sumnor had to get rid of the ma.ss of psychic energy that occurred whenever one of these visions were happening. He roared, looking around desperately, seeing a demon scout flying over the camp, He cusped his two hands and let it all go, seeing the demon burst into a splatter of pieces, the psychic energy too raw to merely kill it. Sumnor then p*censored*ed out, hood protected his white hair from the muddy ground.

((We had a power cut '_' ))

Tempus, seeing the sight of another of Sumnor's episodes, swiftly instructed the three nervous mages to stand away from their general commander. Their faces were stricken with fright. This would have been the first time to witness such an event. The elf had clasped her hands over her mouth tightly as to not allow a horrified scream escape. 

"Hands down." Instructed Tempus. The elf following her orders, slowly removing her hands from her face. "Now, see this as a test, What should one do if a fellow in combat has been engulfed in psychic energy?" The elf twitched before answering. "Earth the energy." "Correct, however, It is only doable by someone who possesses magic skills." She indicated for the elf to kneel next to him and rest her hand on his arm.

Casting a void disk, Tempus stepped onto a black disk as to not inter-fear with the p*censored*age. "Now take my staff, and allow any remaining energy flow through you, then to the ground." She said, grasping the crown of it as the mage held the lower of the staff.

Tempus gave a curl of the lips. Sumnor had had many experiences with releasing energy, so she was certain he had expelled it all from his body, but the mage didn't need to know that. Practice was practice.

Sumnor half-opened one eye, old training making it so his eyes didn't snap open upon awakening. He closed it, waiting for the mage to finish before feigning grogginess as he made it to his feet, balancing himself on the wodden fence surrounding the training grounds. Through telepathic measures, he praised Tempus half-sarcastically, Good job on taking some good from my peril. He smiled to show what he said was in jest.

He looked at the female mage who was on her knees, offering his right hand as aid for her to get to her feet, and the other with a long piece of demonic wood. The wood was a dark, ebony colour, flashes of red streaking up it, coarsing with raw energy.  "I know mages are supposed to choose what they make their own staffs from, but if anyone should get a demonic staff, may as be the one to help me."

Sumnor look over to Tempus once again, making a small mvoement with his head to show that he needed to speak to her in private, before walking over to his tent, stepping though the flap-door and sitting at a large oak table.

Tempus curl her lips as she recived his message. You learn from experience, may as well use whatever experience comes forth. The elf gawked at the staff she had just recived, thanking Sumnor befor running over to show her fellow mages, the male looking rather annoyed that he didn't get the wooden prize. 

Following her fellow general, she strode across the camp smelling singer flesh as two warriors incinerated the remains of the demon at the gate. Repulsive to most beings other to demons, she found the fairly pungent smell fairly aromatic, however if you consider that most demons are consived in the viery pits, it would seem quite refreshing.

The plesent atmosphere somewhat cesed as she entered Sumnors tent. "What did you see?" She asked him, soon followed by. "Are you in need of any refreshments? as she sat opposite to Sumnor.