[North lands] No, you move.

Crowarethan walked the frozen plains as the new day dawned. His golden goremaul shining in the new day's light as it rested on his shoulder. His heavy frame undaunted by the frigid cold as he soldiered on through the snow and ice. His one goal was to reach a place for shelter...and have a nap. His sharp eyes and keen senses kept the watch for danger but he'd not seen a soul for nearly a week.  The few beast he encountered gave up their lives for his dinner and they were well appreciated for it.

He would have continued quietly and at peace but it seemed peace was not a luxury that an exalt would often enjoy.  As he crested a hill he was faced with four people wrapped in heavy clothes and standing directly in his path.

"Hold Demon!" it was a man's voice from somewhere in the heavy garments as he raised a hand as if to halt him by the gesture alone.

Crow looked around briefly before pointing at himself in mock confusion. He knew what was coming. He had been warned about this eventuality.

"Don't play coy filth!" The man said as he pushed off his outermost layer of robes, "We have come to purge your plague from Creation."

"Don't let me stop you then." Crowarethan said as he lowered his goremaul from his shoulder and stepped forward. His eyes locked on the little band of monks. "but you should rethink this."

"I'll mull it over when your dead." The man spat as the group began moving toward him. The battle was begun.