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He knew better than to try to help a Nadalynian. But this one was old and tiny, and the Kuntariks attacking him were young, strong, and armed with clubs. Also, there were three of them. Three against one wasn't an even match, this robbery wasn't fair at all. Tysan tossed his packhorse's reins over the nearest branch and quickly fitted an arrow to his bowstring. But before he could take the shot, the biggest of the three slipped in behind the old man and brought his club down hard. The loud crack made Tysan's stomach lurch; he knew the sound of a deathblow quite well.

His arrow hit the outlaw's shoulder before the old man hit the ground. The man bellowed with pain, and his two friends whirled, searching for their attacker. In quick order, two more arrows thudded into the side of the cart between them, causing them to panic. Spinning their horses around, they tore away down the road into the forest. The injured man trailed after them, weaving perilously in his saddle, the shaft of the arrow protruding from his back. Tysan sent another arrow whizzing past his ears into a tree for good measure, then watched the three slowly disappear from view.

When they were gone, he galloped over to the old man on his horse and leapt off to check him. It was too late. He was gone, his eyes empty and his skull cracked open like a gourd, the blood darkening the dust of the road where it flowed. Tysan lifted the old man's flat purse from his belt and emptied it into his palm. All that tumbled out were two bronze pieces. Not even a single silver piece. He shook his head in disgust. Thievery he understood quite well. He had practiced it himself a long time ago when he needed it to survive. But he chose only those with silver to spare, and left their skulls intact. These three had set upon a poor man and killed him merely for the sake of killing. Probably due to the hatred formed between the kingdoms in light of the war.

And he, the fool that he was, had both failed to save the old man and lost one of his best steel arrowheads in the process. Tysan considered taking the old man's cart as compensation, but it looked about to fall to pieces, as did the sad little mare that stood between the shafts. Even the harness it wore had been patched a dozen times, apparently with more hope than skill. Weighing what little he might gain against the time he would lose taking them to market, he decided to keep the bronze pieces and send the mare back down the road for others to find.

First, though, there was the body to deal with. Tysan dropped the coins into his purse, and then dragged the old man off the road a little way. He used the edge of his shield to scrape a shallow grave, which he covered over afterward with stones and brush. It wasn't a good grave, but it would serve for the time being, and he could tell the priest in the next village where to find the body to do a better job. Finishing his task, he couldn't help but wonder what a Nadalyn was doing here. Maybe the man had lived here long before and didn't know about the war that had begun. He glanced back down the road. It was time he got going. He was supposed to be heading out to assist in a battle near the borders of the two kingdoms in the vicinity. Moving back to his horse, he whipped the reins and galloped down the road to the next town.

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Name: Ellimere Redfern
Age: 20
Kingdom: Nadalyn
Class: Servant
Appearance:

(Wearing a cloak)

Ellimere had served the Royal Family for most of her life; she worked close to the leader of the Nadalyn people, being a creature of the waters herself. She was born into a poor family, unable to take care of their child they gave her up into a life of servitude to their leader. Ellimere couldn’t remember much of what happened that night, nor did she want to remember, Ellimere was happy where she was, the warm greeting from their leader when she brought him breakfast made her feel wanted. This was her home now and she enjoyed the scent of roasted bread every morning.

That was a long time ago.

Ellimere was the only Nadalyn that had witnessed what started the terrible war, the war that had killed so many people from both sides, bearing witness of the terrifying scenes of that night she kept it a secret, continuing on her own journey of survival. She knew the murderer… When it started… What happened… Why did she not speak out? She didn’t understand it herself... Pulling her cowl lower tightening her cloak she continued forward around the small town, from the distance she could hear the sounds of cold laughter not aware of what side had faced more casualties; she was close to the border of the villages…

The Nadalyn village was surrounded by cliffs, close to the waters. Ellimere headed north, closer to the Kuntarik village climbing one of the many cliffs. The sun was at its highest point in the sky, beating against her back she quickened her pace.
Upon reaching the top of the cliff Ellimere sat down taking off her cloak reaching for her gourd of water, taking a long gulp she sat down, lost in thought once again.

Several minutes later, Tysan soon reached the Kuntarik town of Pyrion. Situated near the border between the two kingdoms, the town was often under attack. It was most difficult for them to defend themselves since it's former purpose before the start of the war had been to observe the Nadalynians. The town was built to act as a watch tower, not a fortress. It's surrounding walls were too thin to repel the enemy forces. Even as he approached the front gates of the town, he could see a large hole in the side. It's outer edges were covered in a layer of ice, making it easy to shatter. All around the wall, he could see cracks and holes from past Nadalynian attacks. Several of the citizens were currently at work trying to repair and reinforce the structure. Others were reconstructing the entire town to better stand attacks.

Tysan didn't care about this, for now his goal was to assist in the upcoming battle and help protect the delivery of supplies being transported to the town. Situated at the top of a cliff, they had a slight advantage at being able to see incoming attacks. But the problem was that the supply wagons had to climb the cliffs as well, making them easy targets. If the Nadalynians succeeded in cutting off their supplies, they would lose the town.

He narrowed his eyes, determined not to let that happen. Arriving at the town center, he hopped off his horse and led it to a small stable to the side before heading off to the meeting place. There he was to be briefed on the situation with the generals and the plan of defense. The overall goal was to keep the Nadalynians at bay until the supplies were all delivered. It sounded like a simple enough task.

((I'm going to need you to control the Nadalynian forces somewhat in this. XD))

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‘’My good men, my fellow Nadalynians…’’ A voice boomed echoing through the mountains. It belonged to that of a large man, rugged looking. He wore the blue tunic representing the people of Nadalyn a cross bow swung over his back and a large water gourd attached to his belt that loosely held up his trousers. He took a step forward looking out into a sea of about a hundred people, all wearing the colours of Nadalyn. ‘’We have fought long, we tire from our battle but we shall not give up!’’ He continued, his words were welcomed with a roar of cheers.
‘’It is time we avenge the death of our leader and tell these foul people who these lands belong to! Every drop of blood from our people that has tainted these lands shall be avenged. Let us raise our weapons in unison, a moment of silence for the dead.’’ He finished off his speech taking down his cross bow kneeling to the ground. The soldiers in blue followed their captain’s movement, kneeling to the ground with raised weapons.

Ellimere looked out over the mountains, her hair moving with the wind. She sighed, turning around to pull her cloak back on, slowly making her way down the rock that held the cliff together. Sliding along slowly and carefully she made her way to the bottom of the cliff and back into the make shift camp.

‘’Ellimere! There you are.’’ A familiar voice called.
‘’Oh, hi Thore.’’ Ellimere said turning to the rugged captain.
He slammed his hand against her back smiling broadly, ‘’I need your help dear,’’ he said.
‘’Sure’’ Ellimere replied, returning the smile.
Thore led Ellimere to a small hut to the far East side of the camp, pulling the cover back he let her inside following closely after her. The hut was small inside, there was a table filled with plates and spoons, a small bed with the blankets roughly thrown over and a large table in the middle surrounded by chairs. Ellimere slumped into one of the chairs watching Thore as he went to a small cupboard, withdrawing a key form his pocket he opened the lock that held the cupboard close. Thore shuffled around, cursing under his breath until he found what he was looking for. Slamming the door shut behind him he sat down besides Ellimere spreading out a map.
‘’We need to get…. Here.’’ Thore said pointing out locations on the map, ‘’But I don’t know where to set up the defence…’’ He said nervously.
Ellimere analysed the map, drawing her fingers along the various marks that represented places she knew so well. She thought awhile before placing her finger on a small marking of a cliff.
‘’There.’’ She whispered, images fading in and out of her mind. ‘’I was there just this morning, seems reasonable for a defence party to be placed at.’’ She said looking at Thore.
The captain thought for awhile before a smile spread across his lips,
‘’That’s perfect!’’ He bellowed, laughing whole heartedly. He slammed his hand against his forehead, ‘’Why didn’t I think of that!?’’
Ellimere smiled back sheepishly,
‘’How can you be so happy Thoer?’’ she questioned.
‘’Well, when you don’t know if you’ll live to see the next day you live each moment as if it were your last.’’ He replied.
Getting up from his chair he kissed Ellimere lightly on her forehead. ‘’You can lead the defence party to the cliff Ellimere.’’
Ellimeres cheeks flushed red for a moment as she nodded in agreement. Pulling her cowl across her head she walked out of the hut to be greeted by the familiar faces of the defence group.
‘’Lets go’’ she called, leading the group back to the place she had just returned from.