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Keith smirked a bit at Kilune's comment and said "Indeed. I shall do everything I can to ensure a better tomorrow for all of them and-" That's where he got cut off as his left eye caught a glimpse of a small girl, bumping into Kilune. He turned his head towards her and realized it was Echo, the healer. Although she wasn't human, he was somewhat fond of her, especially as she heals and helps his fellow comrades in arms. Her childish looks were probably also a deciding factor of his actions. Smirking at her as she curtsied at him, he nodded his head as a hello. "Hey Echo, in a hurry I see? What brings you out here? Did you make sure all my men are properly treatment before leaving the tents?" he asked with a bit of concern at the end of his sentence, as his pitch black eyes were fixed into hers.

The district was pretty beautiful, but you could see that the war has already had it's tool. A few shops were closed due to their owners being left without suppliers. The caravan ambushing and conquering of each other's mines and other resource depots. Keith looked around a bit, noticing that that some of the houses were left empty as well. That made him change his mood. He felt sorry for the people that used to live there ... Since they died in raids while working outside the city. He used to walk past the houses, like today, and always smile at the families, as they returned the smile. People, mostly humans ... Loved Keith as he was like their devoted protector and they would look up at him during many times of crisis. It could be, that he was a general, as well.
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“Consider them eradicated. I wish nothing more than to eliminate the human allies, but this victory over the humans will be mine, Razgar. My Legions will sweep over the forests of the elvenkind and bring destruction where they step. My Dethsworn and I will however, lead the attack against the main human fortifications. I trust you are aware that I do not intend to step foot in those forests unless I have to, my soldiers will devour the very trees that they hold so dear. It will be no more than ashes when we are through.” Draxis spoke, staring at Razgar, wondering if the orc even knew that he would be next after the human king Arman. “I will personally deliver to you the head of the slain elf king and queen as a sign that this part of my conquest is over and that I will be letting loose all the hounds of hell inorder to achieve my own victory.” He placed his fists, knuckle down on the strategy table that lay between the two leaders and smirked. “You have your orc hordes and beasts of burden, while I control the legions of undeath itself with aid from my master, of course. When this is all over, I will not be returning to your services, I will rule my own lands and control my own soldiers. And if your kind dare cross our borders, we will not hesitate, understood?” Draxis only wanted to pay his price and return to a life of solitude in his old, crumbling castle. Wisps of ghostly mist seeped from his armor and caused a deathly chill in the air around him, there wasn’t much time left to get his men mobilized if he wanted to surprise the elves by dawn. “If there is nothing else, I will be leaving to do this task you have asked, and as for your Drake allies… The Dragons are greedier than these humans; gold is their love and will not care for your armies if they happen to find the human treasuries. Be wary, old king, for you are dealing with forces you don’t quite understand.”
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With a nod Yeti went to take his leave... Bump, shouldering Draxis for rude comments toward Yeti just before he left. Yeti knew he would not be allowed to partake in close quarts combat with another on his "Side". gathering the troops under his command to the east. Of course as he rallied the troops as he noticed the small furies that were happening in the area due to him actually being. Wishing he could turn it off but that would never happen.

But back to the matter at hand, his right hand man Sasquatch taking the lead of the group he went to kill him some rock wolves.

It did take a small amount of time to reach the point in question and dude it was riddled with four legged beast. Roaring like the beast he is making a statement of who was the alpha among-est them. The surrounding looked like a land slide happened. boulders ,rocks, and piles of dirt. Tree were fallen yet few remained standing. It was time for a little skirmish.

The charge begun, taking off like a mad animal Yeti charged the pack with a daring intent to kill them all. Grabbing the first by its head with his right hand and smacking his next encounter with the wolf. Yeti literally repeated this maneuver for the first few encounters. The inner blood lust was boiling at this point by the havok he is causing.

After a few hours of ripping heads and busting chops; it was time for sleep. Many ah hours of travel and combat had taken its toll. Dropping to the ground and passing out Yeti actually had a grin on his face or as much of one as an animal could... " It was a good Day", he mumbled to himself more than anyone else before slipping into a deep humbling sleep.
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Kilune paused as a small child bumped into her. Her eyes turned to look at the girl, raising a brow slightly. From the corner of her eye she watched as Keith greeted the small person with a smile. He spoke to her polite, without resentment. Upon closer inspection, Kilune realized that the child that had walked into her was in fact something else. A smirk played across her features as she turned to crouch in front of Echo.

"Well, well... A nymph?" She grinned a bit tilting her head sideways in an attempt to see the girl's eyes. "Looks like I'm not the only one far from home, Echo is it?" She paused sitting back rocking back on her heels. She sat with perfect form, her posture unyeilding to the position she was in. "What lovely blonde hair you have, Little Echo.. Though I wonder, are ye as childlike as mankind see you as, or is the illusion bound to physics?" Smiling sweetly, she leaned forward whispering quietly to Echo. "For elf kind, our illusions are dependent on time. Most are long since passed by the time our age truely shows.."
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Echo looked up at Keith as she nodded. Her attention was drawn away from him and to the women as she crouched down in front of the girl. Echo tilted her head as her eyes wandered over the women's face, widening upon realization that this women was an elf. She reached out one small, pale hand and gently rested it on Kilune's cheek.

"To humans, my age would be old, yes. But to the other Nymphs I am still quite young. My appearance is not an illusion, I simply grow at a much slower rate than those who are human." Her clear, sweet voice drifted to the women though Echo's lips remained unmoving. It was simply how she communicated.
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Finally reaching the city gates of Tizt, the capital was nothing but a glorious settlement, build from the hands of the drakes. Huge stone walls with a few hundred guards scouting forward from above. Legions of Drakes marching and standing to the ready, their footsteps all pitched to a solid tune as armour clicked and chimed. Spears rising into the air and shields held firm. The guards at the gates immediately identified the Ragr brethren and gave them passage into the city. Voices were heard here and there. "Mummy those soldiers are from Ragr, aren't they?" A child spoke up to her mother, hiding behind the robes that cloaked her body. "Yes Furn, they are, and they are the most glorious soldiers in all the land." The mother replied, looking up at mounted soldiers. Soladaak overheard the conversation and tilted his head to the child to which it smiled and had a few seconds to enjoy that Soladaak took his time to notice.

As the unit came to a hold, the wildebeest panting and gruffing in exhaustion as the journey was a large one. A voice was heard again but very near, Soladaak looked down from his mount to glimpse eyes on a Ork messenger. "Excuse me would you kindly point me to your leaders residence, I have a message from my war chief." The messenger announced. Soladaak looked to the front of the unit. "Ammok! There's a Ork messenger here for you!" Soladaak alerted. From out of the dust kicked up by the wildebeests came Ammok, the guard chief which since the war came along has become the commander of the unit from Ragr. He was a strong and fierce looking Drake which is what all the commanders seemed to uphold physically. Only the strongest become commanders of their garrisons. "Ragr, you may dismount, put your mounts in the stables for resting as they will need their energy in battle, take your time and do what you like but when the horn sounds for assembly I expect you to be saddled up and at the assembly point on the double!" Ammok commanded. The unit dismounted and started organising their equipment on the wildebeest before taking them to the stables.

"Ork messenger, follow me. Azarth has been expecting you." Ammok looked down on the Ork. Drakes were always a tall race, tall and strong, ready for anything and always vigilant about it. Ammok and the Ork messenger squeezed through soldier or civilian, their was a lot of activity in Tizt and for good reason. They finally reached the inner gates which lead to Azarths inner fortress. "Halt!, I am know well of who you are Ammok but who is this Ork stranger you bring with you?" The guard questioned, putting a hand to Ammok's chest. Ammok looked down at the hand on his chest and flipped the guards arm behind his back. "He is Razgar's messenger you fool and if you know who I am you wouldn't be so disrespectful and let me through!" And with that Ammok pushed the guard forward. "Let them in!" The guard shouted looking pretty embarrassed in himself.

The inner fortress was a mighty structure build from huge stone blocks, you had to bend your back and look up at it to get the full picture. "I hope you like steps Ork." Ammok laughed. After reaching the top of the fortress and entering the throne room which had twenty guards in total and was dimly lit. Azarth was a huge Drake, mighty and strong but not ill-tempered and quite intelligent. The right ruler for the Drakes as most Drakes are quite short-tempered and abusive under the wrong command. Azarth has just finished talking to a commander from another settlement. Ammok seemed to know this particular Drake. As this Drake turned away from Azarth in completed conversation his eyes glowed at Ammok. "Ammok! I havn't seen you in what would seem years my old friend!" The Drake cheered. "I know, I know times are now in our favour. I will battle alongside you Brother." Ammok and what would now seem his relation had took arm and arm, a strong non shaken hand shake. A sign of respect in the Drake society. As Ammok's relation had left the throne room; Azarth laid eyes on the Ork. "You bring me a messenger Ammok?" Azarth asked. "I do my king. Go ahead." He replied and nudged the Ork Messenger.
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Arathel rode towards the Armanian captial on her white horse, Argentina. Her forces of white paladins had made camp a few miles from the capital where they are stocking up on supplies and taking their last moments before the front-line battle. However Arathel took twenty mounted soldiers along with her for safe measures. You never know where Orks or any other enemies of Armania could be holding out. Two soldiers held flags for their arrival, a white flag with a black roaring lion face upon it. The flags flapped and crinkled in the wind as well as Arathel's material within her armour. As the group came to the gates, they slowed their horses to a halt. Arathel hasn't been to the capital in what would seem years, the last time she came to the capital it was when her father's helmet came to her. She was allowed to wait there for her father's return as that was the assembly point for after the war encase broken Razgar units came to the capital for another stand-off. All those wounded and near-dead soldiers, such pain, such manly screams and at such a young age. She will not let that happen to her people again. "I am Arathel, commander of the White Paladins. I request an audience with king Arman IV." "Open the gates!" The soldier commanded up to the top of the walls. As the gates opened, Arathel and her troop rode gently in. A message was sent to king Arman IV of Arathel arrival at the city.
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Letting out a breath he did not know he was holding after Draxis left Razgar waved his hand in front of his eyes, it always unnerved him how it seemed Draxis knew what he was thinking. But Draxis was century's old any had many campaigns under his belt. Resting his head on a hand he thought about the Drakes, yes gold was important to them but it was to any ruler and greed could be directed while cold wrath could only be diverted in a useful direction. If the Litchborne destroyed the human kingdom it would be near uninhabitable for any one else, and all the people even the ones who wished to coexist would be dead.

Making his way through the city Drosta not knowing the customs let the drake called Ammok lead him.
When the guard stopped Drosta he was about to tell him his mission but the Drake Ammok beat him to it. Approaching the fortress Drosta with a sigh and a chuckle at Ammok's comment he started to climb the stairs, after what seemed to be enough stairs to reach any mountaintop they reached the summit. Following Ammok to the inner chamber and watching the interaction between the Drake King and Ammok Drosta realised he was with someone of great importance.
Kneeling down on one knee and bowing his head Drosta held out the message to Azarth. "My Warchief would like to invite you to a council of war noble Drake King. If you are unable to come he would like for someone you trust and guards to accompany me to Razgar.
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The soldiers that resided on the city gates were on a regular guard duty, as a group of what looked like paladins, arrived at their gates. A woman, that seemed to be leading the convoy, has introduced herself to the guards and demanded to see and speak to King Arman IV. The guard captain responded, as he looked down at the convoy. "I've dispatched a guard to notify the king. I'm sure he was expecting more reinforcements. You may enter!" After he finished his sentence, the large city doors started rumbling and shaking, as the slowly started to open and presented the group with the majestic and beautiful city, the Human capital, Armania. Meanwhile, the king has received the word as was expecting to see this woman, sitting on his throne, deeply in thought about the things or rather... Bloodbaths, that were bound to happen sooner ... Or later.

Keith didn't doubt Echo's nod, as he knew that she always done her job with great excellence. "Well ..." he started, as he looked at Kilune "We've got a job to do." He was quite hasty with this assignment, as he wanted to bash some skulls tonight. Sometimes, he would feel a lust for blood, but he controlled it pretty well, unless it was towards a member of the Razgar's Tribes. Turning back towards the gates, he made a few steps and stood still as he raised his eyebrow. The gates opened before he was even close to them. "What is this? I'm quite honoured. To open a door for me, by just seeing me approach from far awa-" he didn't finish the sentence as the doors revealed knights in shiny armors. "Oh, that's why ..." Standing there, he eyed them one by one from the slight distance, presuming that these are the new addition to the cause.
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Fat and happy with a touch of being well rested. Yeti laid on the ground looking at the blurry sky of his resting ground. He and his group had done a fair job. And by fair his thoughts were hinging on the fact that the grounds were is a sad looking state before the massacre of the rock wolves but now it had a pretty accurate representation of what a place looked like after being struck by a tornado or two.

This childish grin was painted across his face as he laid motionless for a few moments of time but he quickly stirred himself to a up right posture. " UP NOW", a mental connection through his primal connection to his pack was much more effective than screaming or yelling. His mental alpha command of the group can never be ignored. Again with his mental push " Time to move", Yeti was ready to be apart of a real fight now. To be in the war that is currently happening.

However; he did need to think the king and leader for seeing first hand what Yeti could not; and such was his lack of fighting in so long he actually did need a "pre crasher" course in how to swing with the best of them.

As planned he made his way back to the king to discuss his involvement in the war happening now. As such Yeti is a very direct type of being, not out of disrespect toward most its just him. Just like before it didn't take a huge chunk of time to reach the desired place of his leader nor his tent. Making his way to the opening, he opened his mouth with only a few words to to his king, " Where would you have me or my people".
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Azarth looked down upon the messenger. "No, you are a guest. You may rise." Azarth pointed out. "My Warchief would like to invite you to a council of war noble Drake King. If you are unable to come he would like for someone you trust and guards to accompany me to Razgar." The messenger informed. Azarth stroke the thorns of his chin, many Drakes were born with thorns/spikes as well as scales. He was vigilant about his decision. A legion could be too slow to reach Razgar but give him a certain amount of support if the battle went on without the Drake's late start. Although a smaller mounted unit could get there twice as fast and could get back just in time for the army to march off. Azarth had made his decision. "Ammok." Azarth called. "My lord." Ammok replied. "Time to saddle up early, you will take the messenger to Razgar." Azarth ordered. Azarth mid-conversation was writing a scroll for which his message will be given. "But, my lor-" Ammok noted. "Exactly, I am your lord which is why you will not question my authority or decision. You will take the messenger to his destination and return here for the march. Azarth went on, handing the scroll to Ammok. "Yes my lord. I will deliver the message to Razgar." Ammok gestured, arching his neck.

"Now, if you don't mind following me to the assembly point, the horn will be heard shortly." Azarth disclosed. As he got up from the throne the drape like material of his armour flapped forward like wings. Strolling straight past Ammok and the messenger to which his guard formed around him like breathing fort walls. He started to make his way down the stone staircase. "Quickly messenger, it's time to get to the assembly point. The king is delivering a speech ther-." Ammok was cut off mid-conversation but not from Azarth but the horn that bellowed and shook the fortress for it was ment to be loud enough for Armania to hear it's roar as a sign Drakes had entered the horde's forces. Ammok looked up at the sound of the horn as loose dust from the cracks in the stone came down from the ceiling. Looking back down at the messenger as the horn gave it's final tune. "Quickly messenger follow me." Ammok urged. The journey to the assembly point was a mad frenzy, soldiers scattered here and there, dressing up in their armour and equipping their weapons. Commanders heard around the street rallying their troops. "Form up you spineless dogs!" "Into formationnn!" The rally point was outside of the city walls. Ammok walked into the Ragr formation and quickly saddled up onto his wildebeest which leapt it's front legs into the air and back down to the ground in mad excitement. "Find your mount messenger and quickly!" Ammok bellowed.

Azarth was at the peak of the front wall. Overlooking endless square formations coming together. Troops scurried out of the gates to find their units. The Ragr unit was just coming out of the gate. Foot soldiers passed around them like a strong flowing river. The wildebeest were calm and so were the Ragr unit. It was the trait of Ragr to have such calmness in the harshest of situations. The formations were nearly completed and the Ragr unit were positioning their selves at the back of the force. As they rode past they could see the faces of their comrades through their helmets. Some roaring and some sweating with adrenaline. The Drakes were ready for battle. The Ragr unit came to a halt and faced their capital to hear the speech.

"The troops are ready my lord." A guard spoke up to Azarth keeping very low to be respectful towards his master. Azarth nodded and faced his forces, raising his hands in the air. The troops went crazy, roaring and shouting Azarth's name. Spears were being lunged into the air. "We are the Drakes! Our forces were scattered over the land in the last war! But we being Drakes! Do not let our enemies triffle over us! We are not prey! We are the hunters! I fight not with any other race! We are lions! Over in the Armanian territory is immortality, Our people will talk of how we conquered Armania and wiped them off the face of the planet! They will be eating out of our hands! No-one survives! Take it, take the immortality! It's yours!" Azarth's voice was nearly as loud as the horn. It pumped his troops with fierceness to match no man. Anger to burn villages and kill peasants. The Drake forces are ready to set out and conquer.
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Arathel's blonde hair waved gently in the breeze. The sound of the horses gruffing after their journey, hooves clottering against the cobblestone road. Her men were very obedient towards her cause, brave and strong-spirited. The two flags carried by the unit held high to mark their presence. The emblem known by many. Arathel paid no attention to those surrounding her. She wasn't arrogant but there was a lot on her mind, mainly Drakes and her Father as this moment in time brought up her past memories. A horn was suddenly heard in the distance. Everyone around her stopped what they were doing. Her eyes started to shake in fear. She hasn't heard that sound since... It wasn't long till she narrowed her eyes in anger. "Drakes. We don't have much time." She barked. With one mighty hand gesture on the reins of her horse. "Argentina quickly now." Argentina screamed and shot forward with her troops following behind her. Kicking up the debris trapped between the cobblestone gaps.

She dismounted Argentine along with her soldiers. Deciding to take only four guards while the others sorted among their supplies and equipment. Walking proudly into the palace. A soldier at every corner of her. Entering the throne room as the guard open the reinforced oak doors. Kneeling to one knee. "My king, surprised to see me? If only my father was here to aid you once more." She kind of disliked the king, blaming him for not supporting the White Paladins sooner. Blaming him for his fathers death but also taking a kind respect to the fact that the Drakes were also to blame. Raising herself up with her guards behind her. The black manes of their helmets looking like they are trying to extend to the ceiling. Heavy shields held tight and swords respectively in their sheaths. Muscular physique. A good example of a soldier.
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Kilune's eyes widened in awe. Light reflected from her eyes as she looked over Echo curiously. "Amazing! Mute, but your speech is perfect. To communicate in such a way is indeed a gift.. " She offered a dazzling smile to the girl. "I invite you to the land of elves sometime when this war has ended.. The high elves there would be most amazed by you, Little Echo.."

Her voice trailed off as Keith spoke again. She nodded a bit at his command to get going. "Until we meet again, Nymph." She grinned, turning to follow behind Keith. She looked ahead as the gates began to open. "What is this? I'm quite honoured. To open a door for me, by just seeing me approach from far awa--- Oh, that's why..."

Kilune burst out in a round of light laughter. Her grinning eyes pinned to Keith as she crossed her arms and raised a brow to him. "Well, well Commander.. Aren't we a bit proud of ourselves?" She shook her head and looked toward the people entering the area. She stiffened a bit, her amusement gone. "Oh glory be.. More armored soldiers." She sighed slightly, "I suppose it is to be expected in war. Come, Keith.. We're losing daylight."
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Not long after his conversation with Razgar, he made Draxis made his way out of the camp and towards where his Legions would be stationed, gathering supplies for their siege machines and prepping the Bone Wyverns for overhead assaults. Draxis huffed as he sat upon his mount, looking across to his army of undead, wondering what to do next, when suddenly a though came to his mind. “BROTHERS!” He called out, “Brothers, I call to you now, we have received orders from our ‘Great Leader’ Razgar. We are to wipe out the home of the elves. To tear down their forests and trees and to burn down their homes! This is a glorious order, for they have been trying to rid us of these lands for many years, but now is the time to strike back, to destroy our enemy in their very homes and to show them what true power really is! Go forth my brothers, go and burn the earth they so cherish and turn their dreams into ashes!” He shouted and raised his blade into the air, pointing it in the direction of the Elves forests. “Wyvern Riders, take your alchemic fire and rain it down from the blackened skies. Corpse Wagon brigades, be prepared to fire all payloads on my command. The siege will begin at first light, and will not stop until all is left but cinders and dust!” Draxis grinned under his helm, oh the evil thoughts he had. None would stand in the way of this siege, none would dare try and stop him. He had waited too long and had far too much time to prepare for this. His armies were vast and powerful and little that Razgar could do to stop him but point him in a direction and utter the words ‘Destroy’.

After his speech, Draxis and his armies set out towards the forests of the elves. The ever present sound of heavy wooden wheels crushing plants and dirt underneath them as ghouls of all shapes and sizes pushed the corpse wagons along. Screeches from over head as the Bone Wyverns circled above and followed the Legion, tearing apart whatever wildlife they found in the skies. No life would exist in Draxis’ reign, only undeath would exist. The hulking abominations that stood nearly ten feet tall made their thundering steps as they plodded along with the rest of the army. Rows upon rows of shield toting corpses made up his front line and behind them skeletal archers each brandishing a different shaped arrowhead, each crude and dastardly in design. The Legion of Felwind was fearsome to say the least and not much more could be left to the imagination, s creatures of all shapes and sizes emerged within the legion. Unholy corpse dogs with two or three heads walked beside and between each of Draxis’ Dethsworn. “This will be a battle that no man, woman or child will ever forget. The day the dead roe up and struck back at the overfed and over confident mortals.” His voice was quiet, as he spoke to himself, feeling as though Baphomet had sent his approval for this change in course.

Several hours passed and finally his armies were at the edge of the forest, and in mere moments, the screeching of the Bone Wyverns and their riders were all that could be heard as they threw potions of volatile liquid down on the trees, each glass bottle shattering and causing a reaction of fire and explosions where ever they landed. “FIRE!” Draxis screeched as he waved his hand towards the forest, followed by the sound of the meat wagons catapults flinging balls of flaming, rotted flesh into the trees. The beginning of the purge was at hand and nothing could make Draxis more happy.
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Rising after delivering his message Drosta watched the interaction between the two with a certain amount of amazement, how quickly the drakes followed their Kings orders most Orcs would at least complain for a small amount of time. When the King walked past him Drosta respect for the Drake king rose greatly, when the horn sounded Drosta covered his ears with a wince. Following Soladaak to the stairs he groaned "this long walk again". After reaching the bottom of the stairs he was swept up into a whirlwind of activity shocked at the controlled chaos of the Drakes mobilization. Finding his horse was the easy part as it was the only horse that he could mount easily. He rode to the gates to wait for his new traveling companion, while he waited he listened to the King's speech proud that these gallant warriors were on his side
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Rubbing his eyes wearily Razgar stoood up and looked around, it was dark already and the maps that he was looking at were not useful. When the Yeti came in he smiled " walk with me for a bit and let's discuss it." Walking past the creature he grabbed a heavy cloak from a stand and wrapped it around himself. "Now you know your people better than I so tell me if you did agree with this. I want your people either spread throughout the standard troops or raiding the mines and farms either will suit our needs but I am unsure about this. I know almost nothing about your troops skills or abilities except for their fierceness in battle, now I would like you to stay near the front lines so you can order your troops and fight when you want to."
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They had been walking for what seemed like hours and the sun had gone down quite a bit. The mountain trails leading to the mine had been a bigger challenge than what they thought it would be. Not once did they encounter any living thing, save for several birds and a scrawny rabbit that darted past them. Though the entire area seemed to be devoid of human life, they didn't dare to fly over their obstacles.
Idly, Meris began to pluck the strings on her harp before unconsciously settling into a tune familiar to both of them and Iraeviel hummed along to the tune, the addition of music wasn't much but it helped the mountains not seem so desolate.

The sky was orange when they arrived at the gate to the mines. They stood before it and braced themselves for anything unexpected, taking the lead, Iraeviel opened the gates,
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Keith got a bit annoyed as he wasn't right and said: "I'm a highly respected member! They just ... Didn't see me as they were busy with these newcomers!" He started marching through the open doors as the paladins galloped past him. He looked after them, mumbling "Now that's rude..." as he started dusting off his overcoat, which the horses just made dirty with the dust coming up from the road, as they rushed by. "It was angelic white too..." He then stopped and looked back at Kilune "Ummm... Yes! Lets go at once. Try not to be too far behind! We need to make the swines pay for what they've done." Soon, he was walking on the road which lead into the forest and eventually to both Armanian mines and Razgar's territory.

"Ah Arathel!" Arman said joyfully as he saw her walking through the door. Standing up, he motioned to her to stand up. "I knew that I would see you and your glorious paladins once again." Looking at the ones accompanying her, admiring their equipment, before he looked back at her with a sad expression on his face. He approached her and put his arm on her shoulder. "I wish I could once again ride in battle with your father. He was a great man..." After that he looked at the floor and back at her, releasing her shoulder. "Are you here to aid us in the war? We could use your help, as Razgar's numbers are getting dangerously high as we speak. I fear we may be at disadvantage at this very moment." A worried look appeared on his face as he want back to his throne and sat down with a sigh, looking back at Arathel.
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[Soladaak]

The vast army carried on the frenzy before quietening down and starting to set up camp outside the city walls, ready for the march. Azarth returned to the throne room, setting out his possible plans with his most trusted military advisor's. Ammok looked around the unit to check the messenger was among them. "Messenger, near me or you'll fall behind. Ragr! We cut through the Elven forest to save time!" Ammok ordered. "Isn't that a bit risk-" A fellow soldier questioned but cut off by Ammok. "Are you doubting my command soldier?" Ammok growled. "No, Ammok, sir." The soldier replied with a whimper in his voice. "Good, then we ride!" The unit scattered off from the vast army. Towards the Elven forest.

[Arathel Siliva]

Arathel raised a eyebrow as the king softly passed his hand onto her shoulder. Thoughts of disgust and sadness past through her like a cold wind. "I wish I could once again ride in battle with your father. He was a great man..." The king spoke softly. Arathel's eyes were shaking, she didn't want to hear the kings remorse. "Are you here to aid us in the war? We could use your help, as Razgar's numbers are getting dangerously high as we speak. I fear we may be at disadvantage at this very moment." She heard the kings desperate sounding cry for help. Her anger couldn't be kept quiet and she put her hand on the hilt of her blade. A paladin behind her, put a hand on her shoulder as a sign of telling her simply no. Her hand moved away from her blade. "If it were not for the Drake's I would let Razgar take everything from you, Just as the Drake did me. I have come to warn you that the Drake's are ready to march. Without me they will march into your lands with no pity. No pity on your villages, the children. They will burn everything. Not because Razgar tells them so but because they are driven by the riches of your land and they will stop at nothing until their lord Azarth is sitting on a pile of Armanian gold. I hear rumours that they are also bringing Dragons forth with them. If they do so then they will tear our forces to shreds, I ask of you the legend of the Griffins. If the legend is true then I can hopefully reach them in time to ask them to join us. It may seem foolish but it's all we have got. I'm sure Azarth is keeping his use of dragons secret from Razgar and for good reason, I don't have the time on my hands to find out what reason that may be." Arathel cups her hands as they shake. "I just want the Drake's rid from our lands forever and I can't do that if you don't tell me the legend of the Griffins." Arathel looks to the floor as she calms down, waiting for the kings reply.
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