Kaero stood in front of his massed Naoru warband. Four hundred men and women stood before him, and he had yet to meet with the rest of the Outlanders. With with the addition of Kagira's Suzaku band, their numbers would reach 600. Kaero leapt up on the bow of one of the small ships commisioned to carry them to the Southern Air Temple. Shouting out to his horde. "Proud men and women of the Naoru! We have gone too long doing the bidding of others. Surrendering our will and independance to the highest bidder! Now, we break free of the chains and shackles created so long ago by our ancestors! Today we march on the southern air temple. The monks there are weak and fear bloodshed! Let us make them face their fears!" Shouting and laughter from the masses erupted. "These ships will carry us to our destiny, now, follow me to a new age for the Naoru people!" The crowd cheered and boarded the ships, which in turn pushed off of the shore, headed south. There they would meed with the Outlanders and Skiwa's contingent, and the war would begin.
