Aethelred was marching at the head of his army on their way to try and liberate the elven kingdom from the hellish undead savages. His sword's holy power would see these foul creatures back to the inferno where they belonged. His army was big and they had a desire to crush the allies of the orces. Most of them were men while some were elves and dwarfs, they were only a single hours march from the kingdom and were ready for a battle. He gripped his sword's handle tightly in his hands and he prepared for the coming bloodshed. He hoped that God would grant them good fortune this day and see their enemies routed and defeated.