The Prince of Askard waited outside of the forest for the remaining of his troops withdrawing from the forest. While observing his forces, he noticed a scout running towards him, he guards held their weapons ready to attack if any tricky sneaky attack was to be made. When the scout got closer, he got to his knee and bowed to the Prince. "My Lord, General Koh'van of the 4th Regiment has been captured by an Elven scout ambush. party." The guards looked at the Prince, "Will we attempt a rescue party?" One guard asked. Shaking his head, and looks among the woods. "There is nothing we can do but pray for his survival."
Prince Lekain looks to the scout, "What of his forces?" The scout bows his head, "I was told to scout ahead to look for your unit my Lord." Nodding his head, "Very well, for now you and your troops are with me, go back and inform them we will be waiting here on the outskirts of the woods." The scout bows his head and returns to his unit. One of the guards next to him and asks, "My Lord, what of the remaining troops here?" The Prince looks to him, "There are a total of One hundred and Twenty thousand Troops here along with Three great Generals, and we have another One hundred thousand back in Askard." He gives a small sigh, "My father's vengeance will not rest until Damascus burns to the ground." He looks to the woods, waiting for General Koh'vans troops to arrive.
**King Caleb's army encampment**
The Champions walked among their fellow soldiers, each soldier preparing for the up coming battle. Other soldiers were preparing their final moments such as drinking ale and cheering. Cross looked around and admire such force, Saleen was amazed at their effort of building such a fine army. "How many have shown?" Saleen had wondered, "From what I been hearing, Eighty Thousand, and more are still coming." Cross answered.
A servant had found the Champions, bowing down to the Champions and addresses them. "Champions of Damascus, My Lord. King Caleb has requested your presence to his camp." Cross looks at Saleen, "Already? Must be that time to discuss battle strategy." Saleen nods her head and looks to Amara, "Thank you Amara, tell King Caleb we will meet him shortly." They bow their heads to her.
The Champions continued their walk through the army camp, they found several armories and blacksmith's showing their greatest work of weapons and armor. After a admiring such skill, they bumped into they had not seen for quite some time. "The Champions of Damascus, by the gods it is good to see you both such in good health." Captain Crone bowed his head, the Champions caught in surprise, "Captain Crone! It has been a while since the Rebellion Wars." Saleen was over filled with joy.
The Captain gives a small laugh, "Good old days if you ask me, I can still smell the Ogres corpses rotting away." he laughs some more, "So the war brought you in as well?" Cross asked, "Do not worry about my age, I can still fight a troll and collects it's skull as my trophy." Saleen gives a big smile, "Captain, how is your wife?" Crone smiles, "She is well, I even brought my son to this camp, and do not worry, I have brought many troops I can for this fight. With the Dragoons on the Offensive side, we're still playing Defense. I am not sure how long a thousand men can fend off Five thousand Dragoons." Cross places his hand on his shoulder, "Fear not, for we will strike back."
They bid each other fare well and the Champions continued their walk. Once they arrived to the King's tent, they entered inside. "King Caleb! Such a wonderful army have arrived to see their King to save our country." Saleen bows down to her knee, and Cross bows his head, "My King, we the Champions of Damascus are here to give what support we can." Saleen raises her head and smiles.
**Palace of Keiron**
The young prince of Keiron growled to himself as he walked back and forth, pondering to himself. His fingers tapping each other, feeling nervous. A royal guard appeared in his chambers with a large pouch, inside was gold and jewelry. 5 more royal guards appeared as well behind the new Captain of the Guard. "My young prince, we must take our leave now if you wish to meet at the drop point." The prince glares at the Captain and takes the pouch, "Don't think I am stupid Sorge. I know what I am doing." The Captain bows his head, "I apologize, forgive me." The princes scoffs, "So your stupidity can continue? Lets go." Following the Prince the royal stables, the prince and his guard mounted on white colored horses and rode out from the palace, through the city and to the forest.
**Somewhere in the forest**
Koh'van wanders around the forest, looking for the Elf that had beaten her in a fight. The woods became barely to see knowing it was going to be dark soon, she continued walking through the forest. After a while, she just now realized she was lost. She continued to walk further, after what looked like hours, she begins to see a bright red light. She investigates the light, walking quietly, she found a small campfire. Observing around the campfire, she spots several humans. She recognized them as mercenaries because the way they talked and wore their armor.
Mercenary 1: "How much longer must we stay here?"
Mercenary 2: "Stop complaining like a girl."
Mercenary Leader: "Shut it both of you."
The Leader spoke out to both of them as he came out of his tent. Then they heard galloping coming from the north. Standing up to their feet, they waited. Koh'van watched as the approaching riders arrived. She watched as the one leading looked barely 15 years old. Very curious she spies and eaves drop on their conversation.
"I have brought your payment." The Prince tosses the large pouch to their leaders feet. The leader picks up the pouch and gives it to his men, "Stash it, and we'll recover the rest later." The prince was about to turn his horse around, "Oh and one more question before I take that Oath of Silence of dead man's treasure." The guards did not like the sound of his voice, they gripped to their swords if the mercenaries had tried anything.
"What is it?" The prince replied with annoyance. The leader clears his throat, "Months ago, you gave me a large payment to kill a prince, but instead of the prince, why not the King? Surely it would be more tragic." The Prince gives a small growl, "Because I want both Damascus and Askard to rip each others throat, and when they finish off each other and with no army to defend them, I will strike both with my army and with the Ogres help, we will rule this world." He chuckles with a large grin. "Ogres? So your saying you have Ogres aiding your wars?"
The Prince laughs even more, "Precisely! I have struck a deal with their leader who wants to see Damascus in flames and Askard in ruin, so far they are in the woods now, ready to ambush that Dragoon army who have dared to enter our woods. Once that army is dealt with, they will return to our city and help me claim Keiron as my own." The Mercenary leader was in somewhat, little impressed, "Well then, I shall leave your woods." The leader walks to his tent, then they heard a small twig snapped.
Koh'van stepped in a little too close, once she heard the twigs snapped, she quickly runs through the woods. "Jacinto! Rakio!" The mercenary called out and the two begin chase. The Prince and his men quickly retreated back to Keiron, pushing their horses to the limit of their speed.
Koh'van using her speed to out run the two chasers. She looks behind her, the two were on foot and were human. She used her advantage by flapping her wings, normally she would use her wings, but with the forest filled with archers, they feared they would be shot down. She raises from the ground and flies through the branches of each tree, but there was a sound. She looked behind her once more and saw a flying object coming towards her. A rope with ropes attached wrapped around her wings, she was forced to the ground. Landing harshly she was badly wounded again, she looked at her wound.
Looked like an arrow had pierced through her leg. She looks up, the two mercenaries arrived with their swords drawn. "Do we have permission to terminate?" One mercenary asked, "I do not know, lets bring her back to the camp, and see what Diego wants with her." The other laughed and grabbed her arms and bind her with restraints.
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The Prince of Askard waited outside of the forest for the remaining of his troops withdrawing from the forest. While observing his forces, he noticed a scout running towards him, he guards held their weapons ready to attack if any tricky sneaky attack was to be made. When the scout got closer, he got to his knee and bowed to the Prince. "My Lord, General Koh'van of the 4th Regiment has been captured by an Elven scout ambush. party." The guards looked at the Prince, "Will we attempt a rescue party?" One guard asked. Shaking his head, and looks among the woods. "There is nothing we can do but pray for his survival."
Prince Lekain looks to the scout, "What of his forces?" The scout bows his head, "I was told to scout ahead to look for your unit my Lord." Nodding his head, "Very well, for now you and your troops are with me, go back and inform them we will be waiting here on the outskirts of the woods." The scout bows his head and returns to his unit. One of the guards next to him and asks, "My Lord, what of the remaining troops here?" The Prince looks to him, "There are a total of One hundred and Twenty thousand Troops here along with Three great Generals, and we have another One hundred thousand back in Askard." He gives a small sigh, "My father's vengeance will not rest until Damascus burns to the ground." He looks to the woods, waiting for General Koh'vans troops to arrive.
**King Caleb's army encampment**
The Champions walked among their fellow soldiers, each soldier preparing for the up coming battle. Other soldiers were preparing their final moments such as drinking ale and cheering. Cross looked around and admire such force, Saleen was amazed at their effort of building such a fine army. "How many have shown?" Saleen had wondered, "From what I been hearing, Eighty Thousand, and more are still coming." Cross answered.
A servant had found the Champions, bowing down to the Champions and addresses them. "Champions of Damascus, My Lord. King Caleb has requested your presence to his camp." Cross looks at Saleen, "Already? Must be that time to discuss battle strategy." Saleen nods her head and looks to Amara, "Thank you Amara, tell King Caleb we will meet him shortly." They bow their heads to her.
The Champions continued their walk through the army camp, they found several armories and blacksmith's showing their greatest work of weapons and armor. After a admiring such skill, they bumped into they had not seen for quite some time. "The Champions of Damascus, by the gods it is good to see you both such in good health." Captain Crone bowed his head, the Champions caught in surprise, "Captain Crone! It has been a while since the Rebellion Wars." Saleen was over filled with joy.
The Captain gives a small laugh, "Good old days if you ask me, I can still smell the Ogres corpses rotting away." he laughs some more, "So the war brought you in as well?" Cross asked, "Do not worry about my age, I can still fight a troll and collects it's skull as my trophy." Saleen gives a big smile, "Captain, how is your wife?" Crone smiles, "She is well, I even brought my son to this camp, and do not worry, I have brought many troops I can for this fight. With the Dragoons on the Offensive side, we're still playing Defense. I am not sure how long a thousand men can fend off Five thousand Dragoons." Cross places his hand on his shoulder, "Fear not, for we will strike back."
They bid each other fare well and the Champions continued their walk. Once they arrived to the King's tent, they entered inside. "King Caleb! Such a wonderful army have arrived to see their King to save our country." Saleen bows down to her knee, and Cross bows his head, "My King, we the Champions of Damascus are here to give what support we can." Saleen raises her head and smiles.
**Palace of Keiron**
The young prince of Keiron growled to himself as he walked back and forth, pondering to himself. His fingers tapping each other, feeling nervous. A royal guard appeared in his chambers with a large pouch, inside was gold and jewelry. 5 more royal guards appeared as well behind the new Captain of the Guard. "My young prince, we must take our leave now if you wish to meet at the drop point." The prince glares at the Captain and takes the pouch, "Don't think I am stupid Sorge. I know what I am doing." The Captain bows his head, "I apologize, forgive me." The princes scoffs, "So your stupidity can continue? Lets go." Following the Prince the royal stables, the prince and his guard mounted on white colored horses and rode out from the palace, through the city and to the forest.
**Somewhere in the forest**
Koh'van wanders around the forest, looking for the Elf that had beaten her in a fight. The woods became barely to see knowing it was going to be dark soon, she continued walking through the forest. After a while, she just now realized she was lost. She continued to walk further, after what looked like hours, she begins to see a bright red light. She investigates the light, walking quietly, she found a small campfire. Observing around the campfire, she spots several humans. She recognized them as mercenaries because the way they talked and wore their armor.
Mercenary 1: "How much longer must we stay here?"
Mercenary 2: "Stop complaining like a girl."
Mercenary Leader: "Shut it both of you."
The Leader spoke out to both of them as he came out of his tent. Then they heard galloping coming from the north. Standing up to their feet, they waited. Koh'van watched as the approaching riders arrived. She watched as the one leading looked barely 15 years old. Very curious she spies and eaves drop on their conversation.
"I have brought your payment." The Prince tosses the large pouch to their leaders feet. The leader picks up the pouch and gives it to his men, "Stash it, and we'll recover the rest later." The prince was about to turn his horse around, "Oh and one more question before I take that Oath of Silence of dead man's treasure." The guards did not like the sound of his voice, they gripped to their swords if the mercenaries had tried anything.
"What is it?" The prince replied with annoyance. The leader clears his throat, "Months ago, you gave me a large payment to kill a prince, but instead of the prince, why not the King? Surely it would be more tragic." The Prince gives a small growl, "Because I want both Damascus and Askard to rip each others throat, and when they finish off each other and with no army to defend them, I will strike both with my army and with the Ogres help, we will rule this world." He chuckles with a large grin. "Ogres? So your saying you have Ogres aiding your wars?"
The Prince laughs even more, "Precisely! I have struck a deal with their leader who wants to see Damascus in flames and Askard in ruin, so far they are in the woods now, ready to ambush that Dragoon army who have dared to enter our woods. Once that army is dealt with, they will return to our city and help me claim Keiron as my own." The Mercenary leader was in somewhat, little impressed, "Well then, I shall leave your woods." The leader walks to his tent, then they heard a small twig snapped.
Koh'van stepped in a little too close, once she heard the twigs snapped, she quickly runs through the woods. "Jacinto! Rakio!" The mercenary called out and the two begin chase. The Prince and his men quickly retreated back to Keiron, pushing their horses to the limit of their speed.
Koh'van using her speed to out run the two chasers. She looks behind her, the two were on foot and were human. She used her advantage by flapping her wings, normally she would use her wings, but with the forest filled with archers, they feared they would be shot down. She raises from the ground and flies through the branches of each tree, but there was a sound. She looked behind her once more and saw a flying object coming towards her. A rope with ropes attached wrapped around her wings, she was forced to the ground. Landing harshly she was badly wounded again, she looked at her wound.
Looked like an arrow had pierced through her leg. She looks up, the two mercenaries arrived with their swords drawn. "Do we have permission to terminate?" One mercenary asked, "I do not know, lets bring her back to the camp, and see what Diego wants with her." The other laughed and grabbed her arms and bind her with restraints.
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