03-22-2015, 02:52 AM
Pt. 14 The time for unity is now
The golden knight paused as he had slain another knight that had laughed at him when he spoke of his quest for his King and his freind. He looked downat his bloody blade, watching as it dripped onto the staind soil. He turned his head, looking behind him, feeling that dreadful urgency. He looked then, to his left hand, a pale blue glow gave off from the letters =LG=, engraved on the back of his left hand. He turned then in stride and called forth his horse. He was needed, and he was needed urgently!
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He walked silently, his visage one of concern. They had started their new home, and all seemed well. Both his daughters had returned to him and both had adapted well to their roles within the kingdom. Even Warthan, who had been placed as head of the Imperial Sheild's, had returned to aid Enroshia, desiring to protect and assist Enroshia in his road to justice. All that was out of place, was that Arith had still not returned, but the Crimson Feind knew he would one day do so. He had faith.
But for some unknown reason, he had been personally summoned to come here and an omnious feeling had overcome him. Sometihng was wrong, but he hadn't known what, and yet he had a feeling that his lords and champions behind him knew it, but weren't telling.
Up ahead, someone unbeknownst to him, a female with a pasty, yet shining tone, stood in religious garments. Whether she was a a representitive of the Church itself, or of one of the gods, he was unsure, as he saw no Emblem.
She beamed in his direction,"Welcome, Chosen One."
Enroshia moved forward to accept her request to join her company near the alter as the others hung back.
"What's this all for", He questioned.
She continued to smile, "A great Challenge now comes your way, Chosen One."
Enroshia wasn't surprised "Go on."
Gromsor was the one that spoke up. "Eternal Twilight sends forth fifteen thousand men"
ENroshia looked at his direction wide eyed then back to the religious woman.
"Knights Enteral also sends their armies. And Angel Fire doesn't seemed to eager to face them, nor does The Line of Two."
Enroshia paused, understanding that The Line of Two wasn't able to harvest an army of such size to even hinder Eternal Twilights Army. He didn't even think that his own numbers could compare. Angel Fire, perhaps could. But from this news, he pondered.
"What will you Chosen One?"
Enroshia looked back at his men and his daughters, then turned with hie eyes set low, back to the woman, "We will do our best to repel this beast."
His eyes darted to his followers, "Gather all our men and the Kingdom Messnegers outside, I desire an audience."
They nodded and moved out as Enro turned back to the woman who looked bewildered.
"Are you mad!?!?"
"Mad? Maybe. I'm unsure. But I know what I must do."
"But they outnumber you!"
"So? It's not about numbers, but its about showing where we stand! AND WE STAND PROUDLY! As it was the Warriors of Fates End, that have seen it all. It's the Warriors of Fates End that took it among themselves to learn it all. It is the Warriors of Fates End that took beating after beating and gathered more intelegence on the enemy to share with allies then has ever been seen. It is the Warriors of Fates End that would take up sheild and blade to assist any of those known as good. There is no others like us and if we just up and back down, then what have we shown or proven? As it stands, we may as well be knwon of the greatest of good kingdoms, and in my mind, through my men, we very well are."
The woman stood speachless.
Enroshia turned and exited the door. As he did, the woman smiled, a gleam in her eye as she muttered, "Chosen One".
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He stood looking down at the masses, everyone eager to hear what he has to say. He takes a deep breath and lets his voice ring out.
"I have been informed that our greatest threat, approaches us, and that our allies are unsure of taking up this fight. We are greatly outnumbered, alone, but we will fight. We will make our stand. So while I make this stand to you all, I'm sending messegers to all of good, requesting that they take up their weapons and prepare to show evil that we can stand united. I am not a very good politician, as I am a fighter, and I stand to you all true men, stating that we may very well have to go at this alone. And if we do, that through our skills, our enemy will grow stronger as thy defeat us, and when they get through us, they will very well have the knowledge and ability to run through any army that serves under our god with out any problem."
Enroshia looked to the messengers that stood listening and scribing what was being said and spoke even louder as he spoke directly to them for his men to hear, "Now you go now, and you tell All the Kingdoms that serve under the same god as Lyth, and you tell them these words. You tell them that The Warriors of Fate stand. And humbly request that they send their men to stand alongside us. Because if they do not. Then once they are finished with us, not even the greatly numbered Angel FIre will be able to stop them. Because those in Lyth, can make a stand that very well and hold out long enough, that would make real men out of the enemy. Possibly enough to make them all classed as Seasoned, or greater. When we are done with them, alone, they will make Krackens Gurads very own Red Reavers look like a boy compared to a giant. So go tell them now. And go make them understand, that the time for unity is now. Or perhaps it shall never be.
That is all I have to say for now."
Pt. 15 EB
-Sir, Inirtias and the remnaints of Sage have returned. They were attacked by Knights Eternal-
Enroshia looked on from the balcony. It had started. And the Warriros of Fates End had sent the first blow. They had intercepted the assault of Angel Fire, and While Kumia had tooken out An army of Divine Sanction, Gromsor took out two of Eternal Twlighlight's armies before being over come himself. Now Inirtias had been attacked. They had did nothing wrong wrong to anyone. Attacking the innocent, one of his purest. Now that was wrong.
He turned, -Summon the men and their armies.-
The soldier nodded and dashed off.
Enroshia let loose a tear. As he looked at Solo. He wanted to grab it but held off.
-Father, we will help.-
His two daughters appeared, he wiped a sleeve across his yes and turned, with the pupils stil glistening. -No. Mirshia, is to stay with Psyia and atmept to get hhelp some how. Kirshia,I want you far away from this battle, as you being near me or your mother will make you desire to join us, and that will be a distraction to us both. -
They both began to start, but he turned and walked away.
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-Sir Arith and Shlon have moved out! What do we do now?-
Enoshia gave a nod, -We all attack!-
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He cut down another man as a messenger made his way to him. -Unvanquished, Commanded by Raze, have come!-
The Crimson Feind paused. Had he really appeared? If so then he felt pity on his foes. They nowe had to deal with somthing more feindish then themselves. He knew then he had to talk the the crazy one, and with hesitation, he mvoed back, Kumia and others followed.
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They had been defeated, so many battles in so little time. Yet Raze and a few still stood. Blood stained Arith and Enroshia as they wobbled and others attempted to hold them up.
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The survivors stood in the courtyard as Enroshia stood ther with tears, Victories and defeats had been dealt to Lyths men, but Killalen and his men had betrayed him. He felt pain deep and harsh, so bad that no one could ever know.
-Men! You all faught brave... but the time has come, oour chapter has endedm and we difd great! Let us hope that we did great enough. Feel greatful though.... as we GAVE THEM HELL!!! We wounded them and we did our job! I m proud of you all! -
The war torn cheered. Proud of it all. They knew they had stood their ground and knew The Wariors of Fate had set intentions and they out did them.
-You men should be proud! Your god favors us greatly now, protecting those that refused to help. We did our deeds and I am proud of you all. SO many victories, agaisnt so many enemies. You all were perfevct.-
He paused seeing tem replicate his smile...
-Also, Mirshia is now my second, and Kirshia is general. They are away at the moment, but kniow that I'l very proud of you all.... thanks...-
Pt 16 choice
Betrayed, and abandonned, they had moved again. Enroshia now sat at the place that he would die in protecting. They had named it Lythia. His mind raced upon his past, of the other realms and planes. Good was falling. He was failing. His men that dared to go out and hunt for goods were repeatedly at war against greater numbers. A peace had been made with Lucifers Lair. Yet Eternal Twilight and The Order of the Sacred Rose still hounded about his lands, desiring dinner like carrion.
Arith stood alone, outside the Kings chamber's as he thought about the past few batles. He had been in many battles for his freind's and found nothing more fonder then fighting beside them. Yet evil still terrorized the followers of Enroshia. Even his best had not been enough. They kept coming. Kept antagonizing. Kept begging to be slain. His men war war tattered, their morale was not one to be mentioned, as they felt no higher honor then protecting what they beleived in.
And all they wanted to do was attack that which the Warriors of Fate had beleived in. Arith's lip curled up as he thought of it.
Raze stalked about, his mind remembering the eyes of the fallen, both of good and evil. They all were different, showing shock, surprise, pleasure, fear, anger, confusion. But they all had one similariety. They all had that fading glimmer, realization that it was over, and they would be counted of the nameless many, that could not take it. Those like himself, followed a comrade that had gained faith of the higher powers, and by his wishes they could be brought back from such firey deapths. He smiled knowing his foes were shocked to see him alive,after hearing of his demise so many times in that hue war. They called him a ghost of war.
He looked up, his eyes gazing upon Solo. The blade that rested there quietly. He stood up quitly, and lifted it from his reasting place, and placed it on the oposing hip of Vaker. He turned and moved to the portal of his chambers and pushed through the exit, causing Arith to cock his masked head.
-Gather the men, we go to fight!-
Arith stood up.straight an nodded.
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The Crimson Feind fought under Arith for the batlle. Their foe was an army of the Scarlet Rose they had been evenly matched thus far, but himself and Arith had seemed to be the ones thay went after mostly. IT was then, that he noted a club connectedd with Ariths mask, sending it flying to his very own feet. Arith's head and body twisted with the blow and he spun to one knee. he saw the Golden Dragon's eyes. He was bewildered at the blow and had truley been exhausted. His hands shook as he tried to remain grip of his weapons.
It was then that Enroshia fel t the pain deep within. He pulled out solo and called for his men to fall back. Those that gave chase did not last long as he lashed out. They would not prey on victims this time. Blood litered the ground, quenching its thirst more so as he protected his men
As the split and Arith was helped to his steed. The King sheathed his blades nd caught eyes with the general.
-Tell ur lords and Kings Iwe wish only the simplicities, without being hounded. If I have caused them greif then I apologize. I will not see my innocent men die anylonger. We are done here.-
Pt 17 The Beacon
He stood atop of the mountain, his men behind him waiting. He looked south east to see the kingdom standing there, a traitorous site indeed.
Dragons breath.
The Chosen One stared calmly, thinking that a dragons breath could not have a stench that could touch that kingdom. A dragons breath could be Fire, Ice,Poison, energy, and other things, but not treachery. No it wasn't so.
Enroshia looked to the battle ground, where Snookerking's Champion contested with Never's Champion, along with their armies. He turned and looked to his men and raised Solo and Vaker, pointing them both at the battle and the kingdom.
-There lies a Traitor and his men! That which use to be of Angel Fire, The Line Of Two, Grail, and what else have you, stand there. And they attack Tir Na Nog. They started this! They insulted our God, our history, our allies, and they insulted us! We are the defenders of good! WE ARE THE BEACON OF LIGHT!-
They cheered loudly at the statement and many looked up to see the banner of the Warriors of Fate. An army below moved and attacked yet another army of Tir Na Nog, it's banner bore the insignia of Renny, one who use to be of Tir Na Nog , when he was there, and even The Line of Two, another of his great allies. ANd they were in his way!. He snarled and pointed down at them.
-They claimed that if annny kingdom came to assist in this battle, that Tir Na Nog would be cowards, but they themselves are cowards! THe can't bare the shame of looking your gods in the face, because of what they are! They couldn't make it as you have! They are weaker then you! Now let us show them who the real cowards are!!!!-
Pt18 Forsaken
He walked without word, his demeanor without emotion and his clothes, bloodstained and dirt worn. He rubbed his wrists with care as they pained him so. and he feared what was yet to come.
Even though he had just been let from the dungeons of The Church, after paying for his crimes, he still had more hardships to worry about as rumors had seeped through the cracks in the wall, that he had all but been abandoned by his Viceroy, his very own daughter, and a few other Lords who had pledged their allegeince to him, along with their Champions and followers.
He approached the lands of his kingdom, to find the eight that had and would always remain true.
Arith stood masked with eyes now gleeming green and newly added streaks of the gleam upon his black and yellow armor. His sabers, strangely, laid at his feet.
Ashlon bore a darker shade of forest green and Inirtias now bore the color of the nighty sky as their weapons crossed each other as they peirced the soil.
Kumia stared in the eyes of her former lover as she dawned scarlet leather with her scythe and dagger
Kirshia stood near her side, her bow resting near her mothers weapons as she bore light gray armor.
Raze's Demi Crescent blades rested as if they were just dropped and he new clad was a dark grey.
Gromsors bastard blade stood beside him as his armor showed to be a faded brown text, matching his great beard.
Vrau's spears stuck headfirst in the ground near by as he bore azure armor, with black underlying clothing.
They looked down at similiar times as of in a demi bow, and soon found themselves to their knees. It was an uncommon sight for Enroshia to find his freinds, but he knew all to well the rumors were true.
-My great freinds, I have failed and forsaken you. I could not protect what I have should, as I have should. I have no excuse.-
Arith was the one to stand, ahis voice deep and devilish, -No, they have forsaken us, and planted the blades into our backs.-
Gromsor was nexxt to look up, -It's become a common scenario, these days. Taking loyalty for granted.-
Enro didn't speak but looked up.
-You have done much more then anyone would ever acknowledge. You have led us through thick and thein! And with our roughneck team, thats hard.- His daughter had spoke, and he looked down.
-Don't ask us for forgiveness, and don't think we want apologies. We don't question you. We follow a true leader.- Ashlon had spoke up this time and Inirtias only nodded.
Enroshia only let out a emotionless sigh, as Vrau stood up and walked forward, now carrying two sheathed scimitars, Solo and Vaker. Vaker being a blade that shared Vrau's own blood. The Crimson Feind looked down at them as he was offered them. It was hard to look at them now, but he stared long and hard, as he remembered the promises he made.
He didn't speak, but felt as if the world had dubbed the Forsaken and placed the blades at his hips.
He would try to go on ... for them.
Pt. 19 Alliance
He stood, looking on as they approached, all alone, leaving their protection behind them. It was he, the FORSAKEN One that knealed in they presence, his scimitars, crossed while in his hands. His very own Champions stood behind a bit aback as they listened. They ahd never seen Enro bow before like so and knew that this was very important
-I ask of you, Killalen, Lockswell, and Renny, that ye hear my words. Those that are known as the Forsaken, are Warriors of Fate, but now have the world agaisnt them. WIll you be so as well? I ask that you seek your hearts and see how great we have done together, and ask that you help me bring upon us, a new era... that we so deserve.-
His head remained down and his hair draped to the ground.
Killalen moved first, knealing down, not speaking as his dark persona, didn't give him much of a voice. Lockswell looked to Renny with a feindish glare, his distaste for the cowardly neutrals showing. Renny gave a questionable look towards the man but ignored him and returned to look at the downed warrior.
It was Lockswell that spoke though, -You have been a great ally mand freind, and we ahve had many wars together. I plan to continue our freindship.-
Renny piped in then, - You have heard my words, and your own spies have helped me rid ourselves of a few treacherous ones. We have butted heads befcore, but I know you from Tir Na Nog, when you first showed up. I am glad to have met you and and glad that I have you as an ally and that you have us as an ally.-
Enroshia looked up sering their faces and stood. Killalen stood as well. Words could not express his feelings to have others that beleived in his goal.
-Together, we shall unite Good, and overcome evil...-
Pt. 20 Victory?
He had ordered for the return of his men. Good had won this day. There was no need to continue and no need to surround a kingdom that had nothing left to offer in battle for them.
He stood there, looking out into the hills as the dark clouds casually light with hea lightning, allow the visibility of the army. They had indeed looked battle rigid with planty left to dish out. They themselves reflected pure victory. Their armor tatterd, their blades sheathed or held as high as their heads. They came with hope as it had been desired. His kingdom's people would be joyous to see them return.
He, however, looked into the sky. Knowing he still had a long way to go. There was no longer any true dominant kingdom and that was obvious. The only true unity that he had seen of his allies was their recent obstacle. But he was sure the next time it would be much harder. They had uniformed partially to take on a weakened kingdom that should have had much more resistance.
Now was time for those that had joined to lay low and recover, as should he.
But how long would it last until war beckoned him at his door he wondered. He had been offered a pact and his lords disagreed as did he and he had offered a simpler pact of his own. His kindgoms choice was made by his choice. He was there for a reason, and would not be deterred.
Pt 21 Meet your destiny
He walked upon the joyous celebration, listening to the praises that he and those that traveled alongside him. He felt as if he was no better then anyman here and deserved no praises, yet knew they needed a leader and someone to show them the way to a life that would mean no more violence. But he knew that there was no end to it. There would never be. But as long as they beleived in it, he would make some attempt to ease their lives and get them closer to their dream.
He strode forward ascending a stage, where he was to speak to the crowd. He watched his feet as they rose for each step, pulling his body along with them. The cheers of the crowd slowly died out as he rememberd the dream of his own he had had.
A flame burned bright white.
"You have tooken it upon yourself to claim your title as 'The Chosen One'. It was the voice of the preistest that had called him it before. "But let me show you what you are really chosen for."
Within the flame that seemed to slowly diminshish. An image of a blade slicing across of the back of the a warrior, taking the warrior down to the knees, revealed that the wounded had been himself. His face showed pain and fatigue, as if he had foughten for days without rest, and the background showed smoke and many fallen soldiers of good and evil. The flame continued to get smaller as he attempted to use his twin scimitars to raise himself. His arm weilding Vaker, soon found itself, removed of blade and body as it was felled with a scond slice of a blade. A third cut, dove across the side, issuing forth three wounds that ushered blood from body to soil. His blood would be joined by enemies and foes this day, many times over. Solo was detached from his body with the next cut, and his hair grabbed, yanking his head back.
They crowded around an empty grave. Nothing but a cross baring his emblems. Not even his blades had been returned from evil. His grave was at the head of many filled graves. Many gathered: Kings, Lords, His Champions, Others Champions, even a few of those that chose no true side, and some that pledged to the God of Malice. The flame gave into emberes and became nothing more.
"Are you truely ready to meet your destiny?"
Enroshia looked on upon the crowed as they had silenced and listened for him to speak. He stood firm and looked them all over.
"I look upon ye today, and see five colors and emblems joined together. The Warriors of Fate. The Line of Two. Soldiers of the Grimoire. The Roman Empire. Knights of the Table. I am proud to see our united victory. Together, we overcame a kingdom. Together we started a new path. Together we stood for one cause! Together, we have shown that nothing is impossible."
Cheers had echoed through each mention of each kingdom and with every statement, but with Eirane's magic, they still heard him. Killalen, Lockswell, Renny and Neers stood a his sides as he spoke. Enroshia noted that everyone seemed to cheer at it all, and allowed them to settle.
"But this is a new path, and a new journey. Lucifers Lair may rebuild, or they may not. We have many bridges left to cross and many more wars to see through. The path will be rough, but there are others out there that should see fit to assist you all on this journey. And theremay be those that shall seek to disrupt this path. The Behemoth, Knights Eternal. The Unbreakable, Krackens Guard. The Serpents, Order of The Scarlet Rose. But together, we can overcome anytihng! Together we can overcome any obstacle!"
More cheers came.
"But now I send messengers to others, and request them to show unity to us. Request that they join us for the cause and unite with the Beacon of Light!"
More cheers. That was what he had named the unity a Beacon of Light. They gave people Hope and led a way to what was needed and what was desired. How he had become the head, he was unsure.
'Are you ready to meet your destiny?'
The voice echoed in his head.
He took a deep breath. His voice toned down a bit.
"Let us rest and enjoy the repreive. When the time comes, I will march and ask that you march with me. We will move to show again, that together we can do anything. But whenI march again I hope that I will not see five emblems, but nine united together."
Yet again there was a cheer from his desires. He stood there and said quietly to himself, "Yes I will meet my destiny."
Pt 22 Two stars....
He awoke abruptly his eyes gleaming white as he moved to get on all fours. He moved foward, stretching his body and mosucles, losening the bones in his old rigid body. He gave a long huff and slowly trotted forward, out of the dark and through the mouth of a cave. The stars and moon glistening agaisnt the furs of his old gray skin. How long had his slumber been he wondered?
As he crossed through the forest he had no other thoguhts, except he had a duty. And his old bones would do his duty. He was surprised that he had aged so fast, and would once again be proud to watch over from the stars.
He aproached the clift where a similiar green colored wolf sat, staring into the skies.
The grey one said nothng but opened his mouth and loosed a huge orb of energy. It flew high into the sky growing brighter as it did.
"So he has returned?" The younger looking wolf mused.
"Yes. He was ready." The grey one looked at the green wolf then to the green hue of emerald light that shown in the sky.
"How long?" He asked the elder.
"Not sure. He's in so much pain I wish he would give in."
"Strong as mine it seems", Spoke the grey one.
"Two of a kind, actually. He has grown quite a bit."
"Perhaps. But how will the two handle being on high pedastals and of both with High reputations, I wonder?" Now the grey one looked to the green canine, who in return looked at him.
"It may be trouble, or they may work together. They both stand for the same cause. I guess only time will tell?"
Agreed. Let us go now and watch from a'high.
They turned and watched the white star shine beside the green one and with a wisp of the wind, they were gone.
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Enroshia watched as Marcello and his followers marcked out of the kingdom and into the night sky. Self serving kingdom, Lythia had been called, yet Lithia gave so much to his people.
"One day, you will understand", he muttered into the darkness, "One day."
Kirshia approached him. "Sir Ren has..."
"I know", He said deeply. "And I know Rogue has issued war against him. The others in the alliance have been informed."
Kirshia stood still behind her father surprised.
Enroshia looked into the stars. His eyes set upon the rising star that shown beside a strange green one. He felt connected to the green one and knew imidiately from a howl of two wolves in the distant wind, of what it meant. He was back, and he was coming.
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He rushed out the gates, with a small army following him. So much had happened in such a short little time. Rogue had made a cowardly attempt to trick Lythia into a trap, but had failed. Now Killalen was unprotected, and The Crimson Feind meant to show that Rogue could not out do him, at anytihng.
Arith was already stationed awaiting Rogue to show himself if he truley had the galls to. The alliance moved to defend Ren as well, and the area of battle was set. Others would form with the King of Lythia and make a second army, ready to crush the fool. Ren had ordered his men eastward and Lythia would see that Killalen's army was safe.
If they did not make it safe. Then Lythia Had Ashlon ready to move at the whim to extract vengeance of everyone that had a hand in it.
That was his word.
Pt 23 The stricken
The Crimson Feind stood atop the highest hill looking down as watched the many campfires all about. The day had nearly given into the night, but far off in the distance, the elven born renegade strained to see the already drunken armies that bore the banner of Chaos. A messenger had sought them out on their march to infrom Enroshia that if any that followed under the Righteous God of Good Openly moved east of The Knights of the Table Kingdom Kingdom, it would be thought of as encroaching upon the swamp. It was The Eternal Order of the Shadows unhindered word.
Rogue had sent his men outword attempting to coo Ren into a war. It failed but when it did, Rogue spread ideas and threats and bribes, thinking his kingdom to be almighty. Enroshia, did not hold his tongue stating that it would not happen. Then Rogue had let his word reach Enroshia's ears that he would swear to the Dread God of Evil. Enroshia and Ren had met soon after and decided that Ren would insist that Chaos Legion remove themselves from the small woodland patch near his kingdom, or would be struck down.
Chaos removed themselves but then swore retribution and the destruction of The Knights of the Table Kingdom. Messengers were sent out as soon as Enroshia had heard it, and sent a messenger attempting to hault Rogue, knowing what could befall Rogue, informing him that the Knights of the Table were allies of his. It did nothing to the arrogant King and defensive measures were took. Then the Eternal Order of Shadows had put word in.
Enroshia knew it was not by coincedence. He knew Rogue had his hand in it. But Enroshia had trust in his men and his allies. And they had begun to meet eastward of Knights of The Table's kingdom.
Enroshia only looked on into the night.
"Come Chaos Legion. Come let us tear you apart and open your eyes wide." Enroshia's voice was calm and stern.
His head jerked then behind him as a sharp pain shot in his leg, and found a land serpent hissing at him, fangs bared, and knew he had been bit. With a a flash, The Crimson Feind unsheathed Solo, and offed the ghead of the serpent. Urgency struck the King as he felt his leg numbing. He gathered the strange purple reptilian and dashed of to the nearest medic.
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Arith sat quietly staring into the fire wondering if Enroshia would allow the enemy to bully him back with their threats. He understood that Chaos Legion was their foe, and knew KE had made a declaration, but he did not see how a kingdom could make such a thing, when the closest kingdoms of the swamp were allies of his freind. It was bullying. And seemed as if Chaos Legion and the Eternal Order were one in the same with this project.
He knew something would ahve to be done soon.
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Ren stood there calm and with a straight face. Enroshia, who had recently joined the crowed that Ren had requested, looked a bit pale. The main armies stood behind as the highest ranks stood in front, and Enroshia seemed to be centered. A few kingdom banners seemed to missing, but where en route. He wished they were here to hear what he had to say, but felt now seemed to be the time to say it.
"Ye all have came in aid of my kingdom from the threats of the Chaos Legion. Soldiers of the Grimoire have already assisted and defeated an army that has recently returned, wanting vengence."
Ren saw he had everyones attention. Quite unusual as he felt he was not respected by all, but smiled inside.
"I want to thank you all for coming to our aid, and those still coming. I have found a proud Alliance of the Righteous, and forever am in debt to ye all."
He slowly knelt and pulled his very sword from his hip and held it out. "But to you, Leader of the Warriros of Fate, Head of Fates End, King of Lythia; I thank you for seeing that there was a path of unity, and offer my sword to you."
Enroshia looked tooken aback and surprised. Everyone seemed to have their eyes on him. A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead, as he thought of what the shaman had said.
He pushed the words away from his mind and smiled, "I have two swords perfect for me and will decline the offer of your sword. It is not my style and you would be weak without it as you are fitted for it. But please arise from your knee. I only do as I see right."
Ren slowly arose with his sword ad replaced it with a nod, "Thjank you once more."
"Neigh. Thank ye for having faith."
Enroshia turned and looked about wishing to be alone for the moment sought a few words that might eencourage his men and enacted the spell that would allow him to speak to them all, thanks to Erane.
"They twist our words. They bait us. They think themselves cunning. They are fools. I have seen through their actions and I know what may come. But fear is not shown in these eyes. Nor your own. Prepare. War may come to us."
The golden knight paused as he had slain another knight that had laughed at him when he spoke of his quest for his King and his freind. He looked downat his bloody blade, watching as it dripped onto the staind soil. He turned his head, looking behind him, feeling that dreadful urgency. He looked then, to his left hand, a pale blue glow gave off from the letters =LG=, engraved on the back of his left hand. He turned then in stride and called forth his horse. He was needed, and he was needed urgently!
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He walked silently, his visage one of concern. They had started their new home, and all seemed well. Both his daughters had returned to him and both had adapted well to their roles within the kingdom. Even Warthan, who had been placed as head of the Imperial Sheild's, had returned to aid Enroshia, desiring to protect and assist Enroshia in his road to justice. All that was out of place, was that Arith had still not returned, but the Crimson Feind knew he would one day do so. He had faith.
But for some unknown reason, he had been personally summoned to come here and an omnious feeling had overcome him. Sometihng was wrong, but he hadn't known what, and yet he had a feeling that his lords and champions behind him knew it, but weren't telling.
Up ahead, someone unbeknownst to him, a female with a pasty, yet shining tone, stood in religious garments. Whether she was a a representitive of the Church itself, or of one of the gods, he was unsure, as he saw no Emblem.
She beamed in his direction,"Welcome, Chosen One."
Enroshia moved forward to accept her request to join her company near the alter as the others hung back.
"What's this all for", He questioned.
She continued to smile, "A great Challenge now comes your way, Chosen One."
Enroshia wasn't surprised "Go on."
Gromsor was the one that spoke up. "Eternal Twilight sends forth fifteen thousand men"
ENroshia looked at his direction wide eyed then back to the religious woman.
"Knights Enteral also sends their armies. And Angel Fire doesn't seemed to eager to face them, nor does The Line of Two."
Enroshia paused, understanding that The Line of Two wasn't able to harvest an army of such size to even hinder Eternal Twilights Army. He didn't even think that his own numbers could compare. Angel Fire, perhaps could. But from this news, he pondered.
"What will you Chosen One?"
Enroshia looked back at his men and his daughters, then turned with hie eyes set low, back to the woman, "We will do our best to repel this beast."
His eyes darted to his followers, "Gather all our men and the Kingdom Messnegers outside, I desire an audience."
They nodded and moved out as Enro turned back to the woman who looked bewildered.
"Are you mad!?!?"
"Mad? Maybe. I'm unsure. But I know what I must do."
"But they outnumber you!"
"So? It's not about numbers, but its about showing where we stand! AND WE STAND PROUDLY! As it was the Warriors of Fates End, that have seen it all. It's the Warriors of Fates End that took it among themselves to learn it all. It is the Warriors of Fates End that took beating after beating and gathered more intelegence on the enemy to share with allies then has ever been seen. It is the Warriors of Fates End that would take up sheild and blade to assist any of those known as good. There is no others like us and if we just up and back down, then what have we shown or proven? As it stands, we may as well be knwon of the greatest of good kingdoms, and in my mind, through my men, we very well are."
The woman stood speachless.
Enroshia turned and exited the door. As he did, the woman smiled, a gleam in her eye as she muttered, "Chosen One".
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He stood looking down at the masses, everyone eager to hear what he has to say. He takes a deep breath and lets his voice ring out.
"I have been informed that our greatest threat, approaches us, and that our allies are unsure of taking up this fight. We are greatly outnumbered, alone, but we will fight. We will make our stand. So while I make this stand to you all, I'm sending messegers to all of good, requesting that they take up their weapons and prepare to show evil that we can stand united. I am not a very good politician, as I am a fighter, and I stand to you all true men, stating that we may very well have to go at this alone. And if we do, that through our skills, our enemy will grow stronger as thy defeat us, and when they get through us, they will very well have the knowledge and ability to run through any army that serves under our god with out any problem."
Enroshia looked to the messengers that stood listening and scribing what was being said and spoke even louder as he spoke directly to them for his men to hear, "Now you go now, and you tell All the Kingdoms that serve under the same god as Lyth, and you tell them these words. You tell them that The Warriors of Fate stand. And humbly request that they send their men to stand alongside us. Because if they do not. Then once they are finished with us, not even the greatly numbered Angel FIre will be able to stop them. Because those in Lyth, can make a stand that very well and hold out long enough, that would make real men out of the enemy. Possibly enough to make them all classed as Seasoned, or greater. When we are done with them, alone, they will make Krackens Gurads very own Red Reavers look like a boy compared to a giant. So go tell them now. And go make them understand, that the time for unity is now. Or perhaps it shall never be.
That is all I have to say for now."
Pt. 15 EB
-Sir, Inirtias and the remnaints of Sage have returned. They were attacked by Knights Eternal-
Enroshia looked on from the balcony. It had started. And the Warriros of Fates End had sent the first blow. They had intercepted the assault of Angel Fire, and While Kumia had tooken out An army of Divine Sanction, Gromsor took out two of Eternal Twlighlight's armies before being over come himself. Now Inirtias had been attacked. They had did nothing wrong wrong to anyone. Attacking the innocent, one of his purest. Now that was wrong.
He turned, -Summon the men and their armies.-
The soldier nodded and dashed off.
Enroshia let loose a tear. As he looked at Solo. He wanted to grab it but held off.
-Father, we will help.-
His two daughters appeared, he wiped a sleeve across his yes and turned, with the pupils stil glistening. -No. Mirshia, is to stay with Psyia and atmept to get hhelp some how. Kirshia,I want you far away from this battle, as you being near me or your mother will make you desire to join us, and that will be a distraction to us both. -
They both began to start, but he turned and walked away.
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-Sir Arith and Shlon have moved out! What do we do now?-
Enoshia gave a nod, -We all attack!-
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He cut down another man as a messenger made his way to him. -Unvanquished, Commanded by Raze, have come!-
The Crimson Feind paused. Had he really appeared? If so then he felt pity on his foes. They nowe had to deal with somthing more feindish then themselves. He knew then he had to talk the the crazy one, and with hesitation, he mvoed back, Kumia and others followed.
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They had been defeated, so many battles in so little time. Yet Raze and a few still stood. Blood stained Arith and Enroshia as they wobbled and others attempted to hold them up.
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The survivors stood in the courtyard as Enroshia stood ther with tears, Victories and defeats had been dealt to Lyths men, but Killalen and his men had betrayed him. He felt pain deep and harsh, so bad that no one could ever know.
-Men! You all faught brave... but the time has come, oour chapter has endedm and we difd great! Let us hope that we did great enough. Feel greatful though.... as we GAVE THEM HELL!!! We wounded them and we did our job! I m proud of you all! -
The war torn cheered. Proud of it all. They knew they had stood their ground and knew The Wariors of Fate had set intentions and they out did them.
-You men should be proud! Your god favors us greatly now, protecting those that refused to help. We did our deeds and I am proud of you all. SO many victories, agaisnt so many enemies. You all were perfevct.-
He paused seeing tem replicate his smile...
-Also, Mirshia is now my second, and Kirshia is general. They are away at the moment, but kniow that I'l very proud of you all.... thanks...-
Pt 16 choice
Betrayed, and abandonned, they had moved again. Enroshia now sat at the place that he would die in protecting. They had named it Lythia. His mind raced upon his past, of the other realms and planes. Good was falling. He was failing. His men that dared to go out and hunt for goods were repeatedly at war against greater numbers. A peace had been made with Lucifers Lair. Yet Eternal Twilight and The Order of the Sacred Rose still hounded about his lands, desiring dinner like carrion.
Arith stood alone, outside the Kings chamber's as he thought about the past few batles. He had been in many battles for his freind's and found nothing more fonder then fighting beside them. Yet evil still terrorized the followers of Enroshia. Even his best had not been enough. They kept coming. Kept antagonizing. Kept begging to be slain. His men war war tattered, their morale was not one to be mentioned, as they felt no higher honor then protecting what they beleived in.
And all they wanted to do was attack that which the Warriors of Fate had beleived in. Arith's lip curled up as he thought of it.
Raze stalked about, his mind remembering the eyes of the fallen, both of good and evil. They all were different, showing shock, surprise, pleasure, fear, anger, confusion. But they all had one similariety. They all had that fading glimmer, realization that it was over, and they would be counted of the nameless many, that could not take it. Those like himself, followed a comrade that had gained faith of the higher powers, and by his wishes they could be brought back from such firey deapths. He smiled knowing his foes were shocked to see him alive,after hearing of his demise so many times in that hue war. They called him a ghost of war.
He looked up, his eyes gazing upon Solo. The blade that rested there quietly. He stood up quitly, and lifted it from his reasting place, and placed it on the oposing hip of Vaker. He turned and moved to the portal of his chambers and pushed through the exit, causing Arith to cock his masked head.
-Gather the men, we go to fight!-
Arith stood up.straight an nodded.
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The Crimson Feind fought under Arith for the batlle. Their foe was an army of the Scarlet Rose they had been evenly matched thus far, but himself and Arith had seemed to be the ones thay went after mostly. IT was then, that he noted a club connectedd with Ariths mask, sending it flying to his very own feet. Arith's head and body twisted with the blow and he spun to one knee. he saw the Golden Dragon's eyes. He was bewildered at the blow and had truley been exhausted. His hands shook as he tried to remain grip of his weapons.
It was then that Enroshia fel t the pain deep within. He pulled out solo and called for his men to fall back. Those that gave chase did not last long as he lashed out. They would not prey on victims this time. Blood litered the ground, quenching its thirst more so as he protected his men
As the split and Arith was helped to his steed. The King sheathed his blades nd caught eyes with the general.
-Tell ur lords and Kings Iwe wish only the simplicities, without being hounded. If I have caused them greif then I apologize. I will not see my innocent men die anylonger. We are done here.-
Pt 17 The Beacon
He stood atop of the mountain, his men behind him waiting. He looked south east to see the kingdom standing there, a traitorous site indeed.
Dragons breath.
The Chosen One stared calmly, thinking that a dragons breath could not have a stench that could touch that kingdom. A dragons breath could be Fire, Ice,Poison, energy, and other things, but not treachery. No it wasn't so.
Enroshia looked to the battle ground, where Snookerking's Champion contested with Never's Champion, along with their armies. He turned and looked to his men and raised Solo and Vaker, pointing them both at the battle and the kingdom.
-There lies a Traitor and his men! That which use to be of Angel Fire, The Line Of Two, Grail, and what else have you, stand there. And they attack Tir Na Nog. They started this! They insulted our God, our history, our allies, and they insulted us! We are the defenders of good! WE ARE THE BEACON OF LIGHT!-
They cheered loudly at the statement and many looked up to see the banner of the Warriors of Fate. An army below moved and attacked yet another army of Tir Na Nog, it's banner bore the insignia of Renny, one who use to be of Tir Na Nog , when he was there, and even The Line of Two, another of his great allies. ANd they were in his way!. He snarled and pointed down at them.
-They claimed that if annny kingdom came to assist in this battle, that Tir Na Nog would be cowards, but they themselves are cowards! THe can't bare the shame of looking your gods in the face, because of what they are! They couldn't make it as you have! They are weaker then you! Now let us show them who the real cowards are!!!!-
Pt18 Forsaken
He walked without word, his demeanor without emotion and his clothes, bloodstained and dirt worn. He rubbed his wrists with care as they pained him so. and he feared what was yet to come.
Even though he had just been let from the dungeons of The Church, after paying for his crimes, he still had more hardships to worry about as rumors had seeped through the cracks in the wall, that he had all but been abandoned by his Viceroy, his very own daughter, and a few other Lords who had pledged their allegeince to him, along with their Champions and followers.
He approached the lands of his kingdom, to find the eight that had and would always remain true.
Arith stood masked with eyes now gleeming green and newly added streaks of the gleam upon his black and yellow armor. His sabers, strangely, laid at his feet.
Ashlon bore a darker shade of forest green and Inirtias now bore the color of the nighty sky as their weapons crossed each other as they peirced the soil.
Kumia stared in the eyes of her former lover as she dawned scarlet leather with her scythe and dagger
Kirshia stood near her side, her bow resting near her mothers weapons as she bore light gray armor.
Raze's Demi Crescent blades rested as if they were just dropped and he new clad was a dark grey.
Gromsors bastard blade stood beside him as his armor showed to be a faded brown text, matching his great beard.
Vrau's spears stuck headfirst in the ground near by as he bore azure armor, with black underlying clothing.
They looked down at similiar times as of in a demi bow, and soon found themselves to their knees. It was an uncommon sight for Enroshia to find his freinds, but he knew all to well the rumors were true.
-My great freinds, I have failed and forsaken you. I could not protect what I have should, as I have should. I have no excuse.-
Arith was the one to stand, ahis voice deep and devilish, -No, they have forsaken us, and planted the blades into our backs.-
Gromsor was nexxt to look up, -It's become a common scenario, these days. Taking loyalty for granted.-
Enro didn't speak but looked up.
-You have done much more then anyone would ever acknowledge. You have led us through thick and thein! And with our roughneck team, thats hard.- His daughter had spoke, and he looked down.
-Don't ask us for forgiveness, and don't think we want apologies. We don't question you. We follow a true leader.- Ashlon had spoke up this time and Inirtias only nodded.
Enroshia only let out a emotionless sigh, as Vrau stood up and walked forward, now carrying two sheathed scimitars, Solo and Vaker. Vaker being a blade that shared Vrau's own blood. The Crimson Feind looked down at them as he was offered them. It was hard to look at them now, but he stared long and hard, as he remembered the promises he made.
He didn't speak, but felt as if the world had dubbed the Forsaken and placed the blades at his hips.
He would try to go on ... for them.
Pt. 19 Alliance
He stood, looking on as they approached, all alone, leaving their protection behind them. It was he, the FORSAKEN One that knealed in they presence, his scimitars, crossed while in his hands. His very own Champions stood behind a bit aback as they listened. They ahd never seen Enro bow before like so and knew that this was very important
-I ask of you, Killalen, Lockswell, and Renny, that ye hear my words. Those that are known as the Forsaken, are Warriors of Fate, but now have the world agaisnt them. WIll you be so as well? I ask that you seek your hearts and see how great we have done together, and ask that you help me bring upon us, a new era... that we so deserve.-
His head remained down and his hair draped to the ground.
Killalen moved first, knealing down, not speaking as his dark persona, didn't give him much of a voice. Lockswell looked to Renny with a feindish glare, his distaste for the cowardly neutrals showing. Renny gave a questionable look towards the man but ignored him and returned to look at the downed warrior.
It was Lockswell that spoke though, -You have been a great ally mand freind, and we ahve had many wars together. I plan to continue our freindship.-
Renny piped in then, - You have heard my words, and your own spies have helped me rid ourselves of a few treacherous ones. We have butted heads befcore, but I know you from Tir Na Nog, when you first showed up. I am glad to have met you and and glad that I have you as an ally and that you have us as an ally.-
Enroshia looked up sering their faces and stood. Killalen stood as well. Words could not express his feelings to have others that beleived in his goal.
-Together, we shall unite Good, and overcome evil...-
Pt. 20 Victory?
He had ordered for the return of his men. Good had won this day. There was no need to continue and no need to surround a kingdom that had nothing left to offer in battle for them.
He stood there, looking out into the hills as the dark clouds casually light with hea lightning, allow the visibility of the army. They had indeed looked battle rigid with planty left to dish out. They themselves reflected pure victory. Their armor tatterd, their blades sheathed or held as high as their heads. They came with hope as it had been desired. His kingdom's people would be joyous to see them return.
He, however, looked into the sky. Knowing he still had a long way to go. There was no longer any true dominant kingdom and that was obvious. The only true unity that he had seen of his allies was their recent obstacle. But he was sure the next time it would be much harder. They had uniformed partially to take on a weakened kingdom that should have had much more resistance.
Now was time for those that had joined to lay low and recover, as should he.
But how long would it last until war beckoned him at his door he wondered. He had been offered a pact and his lords disagreed as did he and he had offered a simpler pact of his own. His kindgoms choice was made by his choice. He was there for a reason, and would not be deterred.
Pt 21 Meet your destiny
He walked upon the joyous celebration, listening to the praises that he and those that traveled alongside him. He felt as if he was no better then anyman here and deserved no praises, yet knew they needed a leader and someone to show them the way to a life that would mean no more violence. But he knew that there was no end to it. There would never be. But as long as they beleived in it, he would make some attempt to ease their lives and get them closer to their dream.
He strode forward ascending a stage, where he was to speak to the crowd. He watched his feet as they rose for each step, pulling his body along with them. The cheers of the crowd slowly died out as he rememberd the dream of his own he had had.
A flame burned bright white.
"You have tooken it upon yourself to claim your title as 'The Chosen One'. It was the voice of the preistest that had called him it before. "But let me show you what you are really chosen for."
Within the flame that seemed to slowly diminshish. An image of a blade slicing across of the back of the a warrior, taking the warrior down to the knees, revealed that the wounded had been himself. His face showed pain and fatigue, as if he had foughten for days without rest, and the background showed smoke and many fallen soldiers of good and evil. The flame continued to get smaller as he attempted to use his twin scimitars to raise himself. His arm weilding Vaker, soon found itself, removed of blade and body as it was felled with a scond slice of a blade. A third cut, dove across the side, issuing forth three wounds that ushered blood from body to soil. His blood would be joined by enemies and foes this day, many times over. Solo was detached from his body with the next cut, and his hair grabbed, yanking his head back.
They crowded around an empty grave. Nothing but a cross baring his emblems. Not even his blades had been returned from evil. His grave was at the head of many filled graves. Many gathered: Kings, Lords, His Champions, Others Champions, even a few of those that chose no true side, and some that pledged to the God of Malice. The flame gave into emberes and became nothing more.
"Are you truely ready to meet your destiny?"
Enroshia looked on upon the crowed as they had silenced and listened for him to speak. He stood firm and looked them all over.
"I look upon ye today, and see five colors and emblems joined together. The Warriors of Fate. The Line of Two. Soldiers of the Grimoire. The Roman Empire. Knights of the Table. I am proud to see our united victory. Together, we overcame a kingdom. Together we started a new path. Together we stood for one cause! Together, we have shown that nothing is impossible."
Cheers had echoed through each mention of each kingdom and with every statement, but with Eirane's magic, they still heard him. Killalen, Lockswell, Renny and Neers stood a his sides as he spoke. Enroshia noted that everyone seemed to cheer at it all, and allowed them to settle.
"But this is a new path, and a new journey. Lucifers Lair may rebuild, or they may not. We have many bridges left to cross and many more wars to see through. The path will be rough, but there are others out there that should see fit to assist you all on this journey. And theremay be those that shall seek to disrupt this path. The Behemoth, Knights Eternal. The Unbreakable, Krackens Guard. The Serpents, Order of The Scarlet Rose. But together, we can overcome anytihng! Together we can overcome any obstacle!"
More cheers came.
"But now I send messengers to others, and request them to show unity to us. Request that they join us for the cause and unite with the Beacon of Light!"
More cheers. That was what he had named the unity a Beacon of Light. They gave people Hope and led a way to what was needed and what was desired. How he had become the head, he was unsure.
'Are you ready to meet your destiny?'
The voice echoed in his head.
He took a deep breath. His voice toned down a bit.
"Let us rest and enjoy the repreive. When the time comes, I will march and ask that you march with me. We will move to show again, that together we can do anything. But whenI march again I hope that I will not see five emblems, but nine united together."
Yet again there was a cheer from his desires. He stood there and said quietly to himself, "Yes I will meet my destiny."
Pt 22 Two stars....
He awoke abruptly his eyes gleaming white as he moved to get on all fours. He moved foward, stretching his body and mosucles, losening the bones in his old rigid body. He gave a long huff and slowly trotted forward, out of the dark and through the mouth of a cave. The stars and moon glistening agaisnt the furs of his old gray skin. How long had his slumber been he wondered?
As he crossed through the forest he had no other thoguhts, except he had a duty. And his old bones would do his duty. He was surprised that he had aged so fast, and would once again be proud to watch over from the stars.
He aproached the clift where a similiar green colored wolf sat, staring into the skies.
The grey one said nothng but opened his mouth and loosed a huge orb of energy. It flew high into the sky growing brighter as it did.
"So he has returned?" The younger looking wolf mused.
"Yes. He was ready." The grey one looked at the green wolf then to the green hue of emerald light that shown in the sky.
"How long?" He asked the elder.
"Not sure. He's in so much pain I wish he would give in."
"Strong as mine it seems", Spoke the grey one.
"Two of a kind, actually. He has grown quite a bit."
"Perhaps. But how will the two handle being on high pedastals and of both with High reputations, I wonder?" Now the grey one looked to the green canine, who in return looked at him.
"It may be trouble, or they may work together. They both stand for the same cause. I guess only time will tell?"
Agreed. Let us go now and watch from a'high.
They turned and watched the white star shine beside the green one and with a wisp of the wind, they were gone.
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Enroshia watched as Marcello and his followers marcked out of the kingdom and into the night sky. Self serving kingdom, Lythia had been called, yet Lithia gave so much to his people.
"One day, you will understand", he muttered into the darkness, "One day."
Kirshia approached him. "Sir Ren has..."
"I know", He said deeply. "And I know Rogue has issued war against him. The others in the alliance have been informed."
Kirshia stood still behind her father surprised.
Enroshia looked into the stars. His eyes set upon the rising star that shown beside a strange green one. He felt connected to the green one and knew imidiately from a howl of two wolves in the distant wind, of what it meant. He was back, and he was coming.
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He rushed out the gates, with a small army following him. So much had happened in such a short little time. Rogue had made a cowardly attempt to trick Lythia into a trap, but had failed. Now Killalen was unprotected, and The Crimson Feind meant to show that Rogue could not out do him, at anytihng.
Arith was already stationed awaiting Rogue to show himself if he truley had the galls to. The alliance moved to defend Ren as well, and the area of battle was set. Others would form with the King of Lythia and make a second army, ready to crush the fool. Ren had ordered his men eastward and Lythia would see that Killalen's army was safe.
If they did not make it safe. Then Lythia Had Ashlon ready to move at the whim to extract vengeance of everyone that had a hand in it.
That was his word.
Pt 23 The stricken
The Crimson Feind stood atop the highest hill looking down as watched the many campfires all about. The day had nearly given into the night, but far off in the distance, the elven born renegade strained to see the already drunken armies that bore the banner of Chaos. A messenger had sought them out on their march to infrom Enroshia that if any that followed under the Righteous God of Good Openly moved east of The Knights of the Table Kingdom Kingdom, it would be thought of as encroaching upon the swamp. It was The Eternal Order of the Shadows unhindered word.
Rogue had sent his men outword attempting to coo Ren into a war. It failed but when it did, Rogue spread ideas and threats and bribes, thinking his kingdom to be almighty. Enroshia, did not hold his tongue stating that it would not happen. Then Rogue had let his word reach Enroshia's ears that he would swear to the Dread God of Evil. Enroshia and Ren had met soon after and decided that Ren would insist that Chaos Legion remove themselves from the small woodland patch near his kingdom, or would be struck down.
Chaos removed themselves but then swore retribution and the destruction of The Knights of the Table Kingdom. Messengers were sent out as soon as Enroshia had heard it, and sent a messenger attempting to hault Rogue, knowing what could befall Rogue, informing him that the Knights of the Table were allies of his. It did nothing to the arrogant King and defensive measures were took. Then the Eternal Order of Shadows had put word in.
Enroshia knew it was not by coincedence. He knew Rogue had his hand in it. But Enroshia had trust in his men and his allies. And they had begun to meet eastward of Knights of The Table's kingdom.
Enroshia only looked on into the night.
"Come Chaos Legion. Come let us tear you apart and open your eyes wide." Enroshia's voice was calm and stern.
His head jerked then behind him as a sharp pain shot in his leg, and found a land serpent hissing at him, fangs bared, and knew he had been bit. With a a flash, The Crimson Feind unsheathed Solo, and offed the ghead of the serpent. Urgency struck the King as he felt his leg numbing. He gathered the strange purple reptilian and dashed of to the nearest medic.
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Arith sat quietly staring into the fire wondering if Enroshia would allow the enemy to bully him back with their threats. He understood that Chaos Legion was their foe, and knew KE had made a declaration, but he did not see how a kingdom could make such a thing, when the closest kingdoms of the swamp were allies of his freind. It was bullying. And seemed as if Chaos Legion and the Eternal Order were one in the same with this project.
He knew something would ahve to be done soon.
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Ren stood there calm and with a straight face. Enroshia, who had recently joined the crowed that Ren had requested, looked a bit pale. The main armies stood behind as the highest ranks stood in front, and Enroshia seemed to be centered. A few kingdom banners seemed to missing, but where en route. He wished they were here to hear what he had to say, but felt now seemed to be the time to say it.
"Ye all have came in aid of my kingdom from the threats of the Chaos Legion. Soldiers of the Grimoire have already assisted and defeated an army that has recently returned, wanting vengence."
Ren saw he had everyones attention. Quite unusual as he felt he was not respected by all, but smiled inside.
"I want to thank you all for coming to our aid, and those still coming. I have found a proud Alliance of the Righteous, and forever am in debt to ye all."
He slowly knelt and pulled his very sword from his hip and held it out. "But to you, Leader of the Warriros of Fate, Head of Fates End, King of Lythia; I thank you for seeing that there was a path of unity, and offer my sword to you."
Enroshia looked tooken aback and surprised. Everyone seemed to have their eyes on him. A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead, as he thought of what the shaman had said.
He pushed the words away from his mind and smiled, "I have two swords perfect for me and will decline the offer of your sword. It is not my style and you would be weak without it as you are fitted for it. But please arise from your knee. I only do as I see right."
Ren slowly arose with his sword ad replaced it with a nod, "Thjank you once more."
"Neigh. Thank ye for having faith."
Enroshia turned and looked about wishing to be alone for the moment sought a few words that might eencourage his men and enacted the spell that would allow him to speak to them all, thanks to Erane.
"They twist our words. They bait us. They think themselves cunning. They are fools. I have seen through their actions and I know what may come. But fear is not shown in these eyes. Nor your own. Prepare. War may come to us."
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I refuse to lose this battle,
Let whatever come my way.
I am stronger then my rival,
No, I will not fall today...
Let whatever come my way.
I am stronger then my rival,
No, I will not fall today...