[IC] The Conflict: Armanian Union and Razgar's Tribes (Medieval fantasy RP)

[Iraeviel]

Iraeviel and Meristophene walked through the gates to the mine, nearby workers and guards turned their heads towards the newcomers. Meris glanced around at the unsettling stares and placed a hand on her sword while Iraeviel ignored them and walked forward towards one of the more authoritative figures. The guard met her gaze and looked down at the ledger in Iraeviel's hand, "Ma'am this is an area off-limits for civilians," He stated even though she was obviously wearing full body armor, "Either state your business or leave."

She held the book out to him, "Is this familiar to you?". He looked down at the book warily before taking it from her outstretched hand. He looked up at her with furrowed brows "Where did you get this? This belongs to the Armanian kingdom!". At this point other guards had gathered around the two strangers and out their hands on their weapons. Meris spoke up as they advanced and stood at Iraeviel's side, "Please wait! We found this inside of a wrecked caravan! We did not take anything form the wreck except for this book, everything else was missing when we found it." Neither Iraeviel or Meris removed their gaze from the guard's, slowly he looked around and took his hand off of his sword and the other guards followed suit.

"I'm Captain Falden, I am in charge of the defenses of this mine. And your names are...?"
"Iraeviel." She gestured to herself and then Meris, "And this is Meristophene, we only came here to tell you what happened to the caravan. We know that orcs attacked it and stole the ore," She continued, "we followed their tracks to their camp and saw crates of ore being stacked. None of the guards with the caravan survived. Sorry." She shrugged her shoulders slightly.
Falden raised his hand to his brow "Looks like a war is being started. Thank you both for bring us the news of the attack. We'll have to tighten security here."

[armorless]

Drosta

After listening to Soladaak's tale Drosta leaned back in his saddle and looked up at the sky when he looked Soladaak . "You know I have heard, let's call them tales from Orcs who prospect in the mountains near the sea of great elder Wyrms that make their home near rich gold veins and volcanoes. But I don't know if they are true the orcs who told me were deep in their cups and could hardly walk." Looking back to the sky he saw faint wisps of smoke, the elven forest was close and was burning.

[Yog Sothoth]

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.