[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.