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"[b][i]You... what are you!?[/i][/b]" The Watcher cried, tensing his hands around the warp-wood staff. Enid set the skeletal face-guard around his heft belt's clasp and gripped his sword tightly in the opposing hand. The face he bore was, to the most surprise, of a very handsome man. His eyes were laced with starlight and his face was smoothed like a teenager girls. Yet held more weight than possibly imaginable to any Human. He was scarred and had the stare to freeze any fire within. His lips curled into a soft, dangerous smile and the King  bowed his head low in jest. Before long the Watcher was surrounded by Rider after Rider, they all readied their hands around their weapons and grinned eagerly underneath their skeletal face-guards. The Watcher sighed, giving one glance behind him before standing up-right. He lost all volatility in his stance and the King raised his hand and the Knight's would lower their weapons.

His boots crunched over the cobbles on the bridge too the Keep and ice followed his step. A thin smile spread over his lips and her sheathed his weapon. He knew their chat would be short, but a potentially vital one. He took a calculating tone, having to pause to think of the right words to say. "[i]My predecessor wanted carnage. To end everything. You know full well where we come from and I am the ushering of a thousand anguished cries. The endless torment of a million souls that -push- on this plain. To end all evil, a little bit of it must be dabbled on. Your world is dying just like mine did, so long ago.[/i]" He paused, touching a hand over his breast and presumingly where his beating heart lay. The sincere moment ended as his head turned to look behind him and a coarse shout left his lips to the Knight's behind the Walker to make them prepare something in the distance. "[i]I do not want death. No, no, it would only hasten the end. We only seek sanctuary. But to do so in this world, you must claim it. All and everyone will come to stop me, but they will be busy soon. Too busy to notice. Too busy to stop it. They cry out for war and cannot even fight it themselves! You, on the other hand, can prevent it all. Join me in my quest to restore balance once more. To seek an end and see my people housed. These... cultists that rally to me as their 'dark' lord are puppets. Nothing more than a filth and vagabond to stir the darkness. They cannot last, no spirit will allow them to live. I will outcast them soon. Then you will see my true intentions.[/i]"
The Walker kept a stern gaze on the man's visage, staring down his otherworldly complexion with confusion, doubt, envy and anger. He replied with the only word that ever came to mind. "[i]No. Never.[/i]" He shook his head, almost disappointed and turned away only to vanish in a plume of blue smoke that ate his form in moments. The Riders of Black and Red turned in uproar, jeers and cackles came from them in their refined language - if not brutal in their hands. They had began to collect every single civilian that drew breath in Monarch's Rise before the long bridge to the Capital's keep, in the large plaza just before it the line grew. As many man and women long and deep as it could possible go.

The cries of anguished souls rippled from the walls outside the keep, the King snapped his head and snarled in displeasure. He waved his hand and barked in the same tongue to have the Knight's quickly disappear to conduct whatever order he gave. Leaving behind the King and his entourage of a hundred Honour Guard's, draped just like him yet lacked the Steel Crown of Conquest, his most powerful and prized possession. The anguished cries outside the walls turned to blood-curling cries of death and mercy as every single cultist outside the walls began to feel the wrath of the Black One. "[i][b]Here their cries! The hollering of monsters and demons! The void, they call it here! I call it heresy! To the heights calling and stature. I am -done- with games. Done with lies and deceit and WAITING![/b][/i]" He turned about, stretching out his arms to the Keep that was lined with the remaining guard in the enchanted Keep of Monarch's Rise; they may not even know it, but the hallowed ground they stood on was nigh impenetrable to anything but heavy artillery. And even that would take too long, thus Enid, the King of the Riders in Red and Black, motioned to the poor, unfortunate souls laid out in the plaza. [b][i]"I will treat with you, brave souls of the North. I will give you safe passage, but you must leave -MY- Keep. Only then will you save these innocents. The remainder, if not... they die to fuel my weapon to destroy you. Either way, I will win![/i][/b]"

The Crown atop his brown began to glow a voracious energy, glowing an unknowing white as his gauntlet. It possessed an odd, glowing orb within; the orb spiked out with energy - it was a façade. But clearly he trusted these lowlifes not to know. Finally, from the walls, a man shouted out with authority in his tone. "[b][i]And who are you, Crowned Killer, to tell us to surrender!? We are loyal to the King, as are all those... innocents you threaten to kill! We do not trust you, or your riders! Be gone from these lands and never return![/i][/b]" The Castellan or even the King, he concluded. The King of the Riders lowered his hands and groaned quietly, there was little time for a siege and he could not feed any of these pesky Human's; their appetite too fickle and droll for his tastes. Yet he seemed almost hesitant to condemn every single one of them to the sword - such brutality was not fitting of a King crowned. Not a King of such power. He turned again, glancing back up to the Keep. He took a step forward, which was met with a volley of arrows - he dismissed it with a wave of energy and kept going, stopping before the raised draw-bridge. His voice boomed out.
"[b][i]The right of Conquest is clear, guardian of home! Would you truly condemn these thousands to the sword!? I will give the command right now and my engines will roar with souls until they burst![/i][/b]" He needed to display power thus he turned, motioning to a staff-wielding Rider on a horse and bellowed in an old, forgotten tongue that held a mystic air too it. "[i][b]Azaz'cor den! Fes len dor wrath! [/b][/i] [[i]Raise the gates! Show them our engines, quickly![/i]]" 

Within moments of the command several other Magi-like Riders, wielding orbed staves, teleported in from the edges of the giant, huddled mass of meat and behind them began to raise a magical gate of swirling ice. The magic held aloft by nigh ten mages of similar garb that the Riders were becoming well known for. The cries of the anguished and dead roar out from outside before abruptly dying off. Soon after portals started to ripple open over the city as the remaining Riders, fit from their slaughter, rode in with cultists heads aplenty - no room was there in his Kingdom any-more. No more would the Void control every fibre of their conquest. No more. The portal exploded in energy, sending a few poor, crying Human's deeper into the pile with a chilling wind of winter that it froze the walls, houses and everything else it could touch; no harm came to the living beings as Knight's absorbed the energy to keep them alive, if only barely - they being utterly immune to their own magic. Or perhaps just magic in general... it was impossible to truly tell. 

The outcome was a shock to those on the wall and every other Human there. The thing that rippled from the portal was a frozen block of ice which quickly thawed into something akin to a barrelled dome with several holes sticking out of it. It hummed with white snows and began to emit an energy that screamed out at them, all be it like an icy wind. It hungered.

Enid grinned, turning around to face the high curtain wall of the Keep and smiled thinly, motioning to the construct that stood just as tall as the houses, perhaps even higher; nigh reaching the top of the walls. It caused immense panic amongst the Human captives that excited most of the Riders, they readied their weapons and awaited their order. They started to scatter duplicated and decapitated heads of withered dead things amongst the people to make them shout louder, all for added affect he concluded. "[i]Do you see now my power! You are hopeless. Take these people and find a new home. I offer you safe passage through my new Kingdom. Take your people and go, this is my final offer.[/i]" He dips his head and wanders off, half expecting to be shot in the back but he did not fear it. Enid walked on fearlessly towards his Knight's and began to shift through the crowds of people which only stirred more fear at simply how he looked. "[i]Anal el dal voran.[/i] [[i]They cry over my visage[/i].]" He said, sending an uproar of hallow laughs and even more screams from the terrified populace.

[i][b]...There was no response from the Keep, only a raven... Enid watched it fly over head and smiled, he knew where it was going.[/b][/i]