Plans had wriggled their dark little fingers into her brain a long while ago, but as with all her devious plotting, time was necessary, the adequate growth of the seeds taking both minutes and much contemplation; one such plan was in flower, and so with a hopeful expression adorning her pretty features, the Gilded Blade began to let them enact themselves. The graceful bay mare swept from her moss hung cavern and made her way upon dancing hooves at an easy trot to the small knoll at the fore of the lake, where she had seen Psyche address the herd not too long after Illynx had returned home for her wanderings. She paused when she arrived, letting her golden gaze sweep across the horizon, her mind slipping into a quiet homage to whatever God had led her to this point in her life. It was more than likely not the Moon Goddess, the divine being that had watched over her as she had grown into a woman, the being who had cast her to the stones only to be reassembled by the Lord Time, and while she should perhaps owe him more fealty for his assistance in their time of need, Illynx found that her heart still held a hollow that desired only to be filled with the admiration of her childhood deity.

Unlikely, considering the chaos they had brought down to her beloved mutts as of recent events.

Still, ever present since the lady had returned to her throne, the stars watched the solitary warrior, reminding her that there were wounds upon her soul that would never heal. Illynx, never one to be set back by the trembling of her own heart, secretly shoved the thoughts away, looking from the heavens back to her home, the peaceful, misty light filling the Basin from the nearly full moon settling her further on her path to lead them into greatness. But, as the proverb says, one must look before they leap; unfortunately for their war parties, both Illynx and Psyche had rushed in blindly, without enough allies. Her aggravation at those who failed to show their faces only deepened as she called out to those who she desired near her for this meeting, though she felt assured that the General would sort them out in his own... ever so gentle ways. "Sneaks, scholars!" came the shout, following a short trumpet into the air, not demanding but certainly insistent in its tone that those she called would do well to come, simply because they were requested but also because she felt that the potential rewards were well worth their time.

And so she waited, a solitary figure in the moonlight, for the toy soldiers to hear out her ploy.

[ OOC: Setting this post invasion and pre-challenge from Confutatis. :P Basically, we're looking for some IC scout teams to go and meet/collect data on the various groups across Helovia that the Plague/Basin is unaware of. ]