The Fellowship (IC)

[Zeinbrad]

It was Another Great victory for Silchas. The Army of Kelenor has been defeated the remaining forces fleeing to the city of Jokel one of the last cities under there control. Now all that was left was the city watch but there where not enough to stop the vast army of Orks,Goblins, Trolls and evil men. The city's archers fired their bows a mixture of Long and short bows at Silchas army as they charged with a battering ram focused on the front gate and many ladders. Silchas army raised their shields to block any arrows as the battering ram wailed on the gate. The ladders where set in place and Silchas army climbed on then to the walls. The walls where taking in seconds and then the gates fell allowing more Ork warriors to charged through. The city was lost their was no hope only death for the men and slavery for the women and children.
In the kingdom of Condoa the white city
A man in grey and sporting a very thick white beard walked into the throne room of the white city where the king stayed. "What do you want wizard?" The King asked shooing away his steward. "Silchas has returned King Sko his army has already almost conquered Kelenor " The Grey wizard said staring at Sko with his green eyes. Skos eyes turned wide "is Kelo... Died?" he asked. "Yes he was killed by a ork warrior"

The grey wizard answered "At least it wasn't a Goblin or the god of war would be laughing at him" Sko said relieved "Don't underestimate a Goblin they are great archers" The grey wizard said "Ha they are nothing compared to a Elf and their arrows can not penetrate our armor" Sko said proudly. The grey wizard sighed "Well anyway we need a group of heroes to fight Silchas, I already have some in mind" The wizard said, he then banged his staff on the marble floor and blue pictures of the heroes appeared. He went though each and every hero name their strengths and weaknesses and even their everyday lives. "I need your vast spy network to find them and send them to the hillbarry tavern,Can you do this?" The wizard asked. "Yes for Ismere sake" Sko said. The wizard smiled and walked out the throne room

OOC Okay Villains do whatever you want Heroes just say the spies gave you the message.

[Nuridia]

After reading the letter her spy had handed her, Penelope sharpened her double headed spear and packed some bombs into her belt before tying her long black hair behind her. A small, red headed woman ran inside the room and took Penelope's hand. "Be careful, Penny. Laila still wants us dead." Penelope laughed a little. "Don"t worry Mother, I'll be alright. With Faris' training and my self-taught magic, I'll return a victorious warrior, maybe even a wife and mother if fate is willing." Lily sighed. "Well, if you're sure." Penelope kissed her mother's cheek and checked the bags she packed with provisions. Out of the window, she leapt from the tower of their cold dreary castle. Her mother had been King Faris' lover, and it was an open secret that the brown eyed girl was his child. But the king's wife didn't take too kindly to that, so he sent mother and daughter away. She landed on a balcony and jumped from balcony to balcony like stairs until she landed outside their stables, a black horse neighed in greeting. "Come along, Noche. Adventure and glory await us." She mounted the horse and snapped the reins as the two rode off into the cool summer evening,

[Fowlick]

Genevaltor laughed as his private regiment terrorized the small village."Torch the buildings after raiding them. Kill all the men. Scatter the children."He yelled this then smiled."Then do with the women as you wish."Genevaltor laughed as he sat on his horse. His orc troop and troop of men raided the buildings as the elves sniped all the men in the region. The children ran and many elderly died of fright. After the village was in flames the regiment ran in and captured the women. Genevaltor smiled and turned yelling."throw them in the rolling cage. We will take them to the service station."He laughed as a cage on a cart rolled by with 20 women inside.

[Lewina]

Yapul was so close to his home, just a few hundred meters. He was happy to be returning. After years of war he was becoming a cold-blooded killer. The men he had fought with were sad, happy, and jealous of him leaving the army. He... Well this may have been one of the best days of his life. He finally reached the gates. He looked up at the guard, who starred back. "Y-Yapul?" He asked confused looking down at him. It was his best friend Nagbar. "Yes... It's me," he said giving a slight smile. Nagbar suddenly was shouting his name out to everyone, the whole place roared to life. Even the children that never knew him seemed to be excited. After being greeted by old friends and getting into conversations he reached the wise mans ten. He knew that starting a new life here would mean talking to him. He entered the tent to find a hooded man sitting next to him. "Sit down," said the wise man. "This here is a spy for the Kingdom of Condoa. He has news for you," he said letting the spy hand him a letter. Yapul silently read the letter. "Why should I go to this tavern?" He asked looking up with the letter in his hands. "You'll see," said the spy as he left the tent. "What does he mean?" He asked the elder. "I don't know much besides that he said that you are going to fight evil. "The leader at Yagmand told me about something like this. I have to go," Yapul said exiting the tent and being greeted by the anxious crowd. He stepped on a tree stump and said, "People of this small tribe, I know you are all eager to hear about me, but... But I must leave again. The reason for this I don't know. But I will get back here either alive, or dead. I'll be sure to write about my life and keep a book with a trusted friend and make sure it gets to you." And with that he left the tribe on his quest to find the tavern. (Which he had a map leading to it.)

[Damak Var]

Covland

King Henry was riding up and down the line of soldiers rallying his men. "...and no man in Ismare shall be able to look down upon you. For you will tell them that you stood on the field at Drenton, fighting for a free Covland..." He continued while the men of his army cheered him on.

When the King called for the abolition of slavery and equal rights to all races of Covland, a rebellion broke out. Duke Conrad the traitor and his supporters raised an army of their own to fight the King. It had been a long war. But finally, Henry and his loyalist forces were winning. If they could beat Conrad's army here it would be just a matter of time before the war was won.

So there was James, a lowly archer in the army of King Henry. Bow in hand, with a few bodkin arrows stuck head down into the ground.The King finished his speech followed by a loud cheer and rode of to take his place in the line. Henry was a warrior King, one who fought in the front lines with his men. His visor on his helmet always raised so his troops could see his face. The men loved him for it.

Duke Conrad's army was steadily marching closer. King Henry's had marched to catch them so they were tired. Little did they know, Conrad had raised fresh levies and had rendezvoused with them already. The rebel army, suddenly outnumbering the loyalist forces now had the gall to take the fight to them. But Henry refused to run at the behest of his commanders. His army was battle hardened and the King's fervor in the cause unbreakable.

"Nock arrows!" A commander yelled from behind. James took an arrow out of the ground and readied it in his bow.

"Draw!" He raised it high while pulling the cord all the way back to his ear, feeling the intense power of his longbow which was larger than most others. Covland had always been able to field mass quantities of superb archers in the field. Maybe even better than the elves. The Covish certainly claimed to be but who knew. The Elves certainly had a natural talent to it. Though the Covish made up for it with year of training and the elves certainly did not have the strength to draw a longbow.

"Loose!" James let go and watched as his yard long arrow, along with thousands of others sailed into the air.

[Lewina]

It was the middle of the journey, Yapul had bought a horse. He was walking along with it when he heard screaming. He rode to where it was. There was a woman about to be rapped, the children in a cage, the father... Dead. Looking at all the men it was about five of them. He charged at them hitting a mans neck with his sword. The speed of the horse had took off the mans head and it fell to the ground. A man pulled out a spear about to kill his horse, he threw a axe at his direction and killed him, the axe in his lungs. One man was running away only to be meet by the sting of Yapul's sword. A man started charging Yapul. Slidding off his horse he stabbed the man in the gut pushing him off the blade. The other one stood there, Yapul walked over and started swinging at the man. To Yapul's suprise the man wasn't giving up until Yapul hit the top of the mans head with a very bloody blade. He took the keys to the cage from him and unlocked the cage with the kids. He ran away on the horse hearing thanl you's and crying.

[Sacheyenya]

Silver coins clattered on the table of a derelict building somewhere in Malanacre. A derelict building, run down to the point where half the door had been buried under the sand, the windows broken, and the gruesome reminder of the crimes once committed in this small stone hut were just faded crimson stains. It had been a long time since the Orks had been forced from Malanacre, but many small villages were still abandoned. To a tourist, this was an eyesore. To Alexander Tiful, this was home. The village was deserted during the siege, save for Alexander and his team of bandits. But coins from that days job were not the only thing on the table. Alexander studied the letter closely, looking for anything that vaguely resembled something that would rouse suspicion.
Upon finding no suspicion, and sensing a great payoff ahead, Alexander 'borrowed' a camel from a nearby town, and began on his way to Condoa. He hid daggers wherever he could, and kept a pair of Falchions on full display, just in case. Also on full display was a flask of Red Mead at his side, displaying his full disregard for the laws of Malanacre, a dry country. As long as he stayed off main routes and out of the larger cities, however, no one truly cared. He only did this to signify his status as a thug, and someone to generally not be trifled with; Halfling or not.

[Nuridia]

Penelope stopped at a small forest miles outside the kingdom and Noche drank from the river and she picked some berries to eat later. After filling their water bottles, they set off again until a rustle was heard from the bushes. Penelope read the map. "Okay, so the tavern should be just west from here, what was that?!" She ignored it and rode on, but the rustle was heard again, followed by a gray blur, a group of tribal archers, all zombified, sprang from the growth. Her first gut instinct was to shriek, but that would make them attack even more. Not wanting to use up the few arrows she had, she fired a grenade instead, but that did little to startle them and they rushed the girl. She hopped off her horse and smacked his flank, making him gallop away. Penelope muttered a spell and the archers were bound by thick, tangled vines rendering them immobile. Noche galloped back and Penelope mounted him as they hurried through the forest. A little more riding and they saw a village just beyond the vale. "That's the place." she muttered and they trotted slowly to their destination.

[Damak Var]

The battle was won. Conrad and his rebel forces routed and hid away in the few castles they had left. But before James could go about looting the dead King Henry had summoned him....

"Condoa? I'd rather stay here and fight rebels with you." James said frustratingly. They stood on the battlefield littered with dead.

"That's flattering James. I thought this would be the war that defined my reign. But it seems not to be. A threat grows from the South. They want me to send a man and I think you're the best for it." King Henry told him. It was Henry who took him personally into his service and that's how James the low born commoner knew him.

"Why me? Why not send a knight?" James replied.

"Ha! Knights are good on the battlefield, but this mission requires a bit more tact. You can track, you can move quietly, and you can draw the bow better than any man I've seen. You're the best forester and scout I have. And before you go, I'll give you your fathers sword."

Hillbarry Tavern

James tied up his horse. His father's Templar sword tucked away for he was more accustomed to carrying the dirk and axe on his belt, along with the arrow bag. Only fools kept a quiver on their backs. They would only fall out when you had to run. One day, he would have to learn how to use a sword. James wore the livery of the royal house Covland, being employed directly in the King's service. It was a silver stag and star on a green background. Surely the Condoans would know what it was and he thought it would give him less trouble from the locals. Beneath it was a shirt of chainmail, then another layer of clothing.

James entered the tavern with his tall bow in hand. He immediately went and found himself a dice game to enter and set his purse of coins down. The men at the table looked at him with malice but when they saw that he had money they obliged him. Might as well win some money while he was here. When James was not warring or foresting, gambling and drinking was his activity of choice. He ordered himself a tankard of ale and began to enjoy himself.

Whoever he was suppose to meet would recognize him but hopefully the man would not show. There was plunder to be had from the war against Conrad. Though if he did his job here well, James was hoping the King would reward him. Perhaps a knighting and land. A man could not be a forester and soldier forever. He took comfort in the prospect.

[Nuridia]

The young lady stopped at the tavern, it looked warm enough. She tied Noche up outside with a magic bridle in case of thieves and, adjusting her cloak about her, entered the tavern and asked the server. "Excuse me, sir. Do you have anything non-alcoholic like juice, or water?"

[Damak Var]

"Cheating? You're just angry because you're a piss poor at dice. Quit now friend." James, now thoroughly intoxicated, said to the man across the table. Him and his two friends gave him a look that said James might have to defend himself soon. The young archer only responded with impudence making them angrier. He looked around the room to see if they had any other friends seeing a girl in a cloak enter. It seemed it was just the three of them.

"I don't know how you are doing it but you're cheating! I've never played a man who's won so bloody much!" The ugly man across the table from him was yelling now. Though James was cheating he was not about to give up his winnings which were worth a two week's wages in the King's army. It was no paltry sum.

"Don't be angry with me mate. You should direct your anger at your God's for making you the ugliest bastard in Condoa. Must have taken a bold man to bed your mother. Best you yield with some dignity." That was the last straw. They sat eyeing each other for a bit. James took finished his tankard of ale knowing what was to come. It would help numb the pain. The man shot his hand out to grab at the pile of coins which was his winnings. James responded by quickly grabbing his arm and throwing a wild drunken punch into his face. A good fighter would have seen it coming a mile away but man being drunk himself was not expecting it and the blow connected perfectly. In one swift motion James scooped up his coins and flipped the table sending tankards of ale and flood flying everywhere. He quickly stuffed the coins into his pocket and picked up a stool. One of the man's friends came rushing in and he broke the stool over his side. But while he did that, his other friend jumped the table and gave him a good punch to the face making him see stars. Another blow came immediately. The man then grabbed James by the collar and threw him across the table making a few other patrons cry out. He rolled over and fell to the ground. James fancied himself a good fist fighter and this certainly was not his first tavern brawl. Nor his last. But his intoxicated state got the better of him and usually he had a few friends to help him as well. The two blows he received would certainly give him a bloody lip, nose and a black eye.

The whole tavern was watching the scene now. He took the brief moment he had to pick himself up and recover as best he could. But not fast enough, and two of men grabbed him and held him against a post. He was still too dazed to respond. The man who had called him a cheater walked up slowly. "Now you'll learn some respect, bastard." He said with a grin and a blow the James' face which hurt fiercely. But before he could wind up for another James gave him a good kick to the groin and then head butted the man to his left sending him reeling. He quickly used his free hand to punch the man to his left. Now free he drew out the dirk on his belt. His three assailants recovered and faced him now. He held up his dirk.

"I've used this dirk plenty of times to open men up from balls to brains. Spent the last three years fighting King Henry's war in the north. You might have heard of it." James said with an evil grin but had to spit out some blood right after. It dribbled down his chin along with his blood coming out of his nose. No woman would be impressed by his looks for at least a week. His assailants, deciding it was not worth the trouble just growled at him and left.

"Bring me another tankard!" he yelled and the other patrons cheered. They went back to their drinks right away. James sat down at another table, grimacing at the pain in his face. Thankfully his nose was not broken. He realized his body ached too from being thrown. Ale was soon brought to him and went back to his drinking. That would take the pain away.

OOC: character building post, ha.

[Fowlick]

Ships from the shadows plain landed at a small seaside village at night. The village was in Mlekor. The small village was raided quickly. The men were killed, the children ran, and the women were taken. The elderly all died of fright. The village burned as elves, men, and orcs ran out of the city with large bags of loot. They returned to their boats with their prizes. They threw the women below deck and chained them together. They then sailed away quickly, and the sun rose on the smoking remnants of the city with children all around crying.

OOC:yeah, nation building post.

[Videssos]

Silchas Karosias,
Kelenor

Silchas watched, with an avaricious glint in his eyes, from atop the large black Hrulgin stallion, armoured in dark plate armour. One of Kelenor's last free cities was a burning smoking ruin. The sky was clear for some distance, apart from the smoke, yet several miles away, a large, roiling storm was gathering. The walls were shattered, as were many of the buildings within. The dead lay in mounds, mostly composing of Kelenor's own, defending forces. The attempt at resisting the Eternal Emperor's hosts was inevitably doomed, and utterly futile. Men, some Elves, goblins, Orcs and trolls could make short enough work of the kingdom's forces, especially the heavily armoured, mace-wielding Olog-Hai. That particularly fierce breed could cleave through many a warrior with almost casual disdain and indifference. The sorcery of mages and sorcerers within the Emperors' own forces did help, too. Especially that of the more powerful ones, including a number of the K'risnan. Not to mention Silchas' own sorcery, too.

Some of the massive host moved to make way for a rider. The tall man sat upon a black stallion was armoured in black, sloping, segmented plate armour, with a long onyx blade featuring a ruby set at its hilt, sheathed at his side, and an even more ornate, intricately carved staff in his right hand, ending at the bottom with a spike, and at the top with a clawed hand encompassing a jade sphere, and a fiery two-headed phoenix emblazoned on the chest of his armour. The seemingly young man, was high in the K'risnan, and sometimes known as the Emperor's Right Hand. Anaster Jael almost always showed cold arrogance to those he met, save the Emperor, of course.
The man's blue-grey eyes surveyed his surroundings, even as he quickly dismounted and knelt before the Emperor, who was still mounted upon the armoured Hruglin, the predatory equine beast, possessing eyes like embers, and fangs and claws, instead of hooves and teeth.
"My liege. All of Kelenor, save a little territory near the northern border with Condoa, is ours. The kingdom's armies are smashed asunder, and what little other resistance offered has been annihilated. As per your orders, Lord Kelras Geharyan has moved a host of seventy six thousand into the north-west of Kelenor, after capturing the Kelenor's centre of trade, Val Erain. Soon, the kingdom will be entirely under your control, and we shall be able to mobilize forces to move into Condoa, whilst leaving behind some to consolidate our control here."

Good indeed. The array of battle-plans have worked almost seamlessly, which is a rarity enough of itself, in war. Silchas nodded, before replying. His voice, much like him, emanated power and confidence, as it did possess an aura of command. "Most gratifying. Ensure that the invasion is timed with the advance forces of Amaron Nebrahl. He has already moved into the border of Condoa, mainly with the legions utilised for the purpose of infiltration, as well as scouting and marking out an array of features concerning Condoa; terrain as well as military composition. His main force will enter two days from now. Remember that. You may leave now."
Anaster rose, bowing, even as he murmured. "As my Emperor commands. The Dread Emperor's will be done." With that, he turned and lithely mounted his dark stallion. As the K'risnan Sorcerer left, Silchas once more returned to surveying the horizon. He felt a new age was coming, one in which he would rule supreme. If any were fool enough to challenge him; be it a nation, or a motley assortment of "heroes", then he would give them no quarter. He wouldn't blink before killing them, if they stood before him. The Crippled God spoke to him sometimes, telling him that pain and suffering was all the world deserved. Silchas knew more, though. The Fallen One simply wanted the world to feel what he had. This was a fate that was inevitable, unless Silchas decreed otherwise.

[Damak Var]

Ships from the shadows plain landed at a small seaside village at night. The village was in Mlekor. The small village was raided quickly. The men were killed, the children ran, and the women were taken. The elderly all died of fright. The village burned as elves, men, and orcs ran out of the city with large bags of loot. They returned to their boats with their prizes. They threw the women below deck and chained them together. They then sailed away quickly, and the sun rose on the smoking remnants of the city with children all around crying.

OOC:yeah, nation building post.

Ooc: a really terse one and hardly anything we cant discern from the app. I dont think you started your sentences with "the" enough either.

[Nuridia]

Penelope thought to herself. "Is this the place the fellowship is supposed to meet?" "The spy said this was the place." She was broken out of her thoughts by two men fighting. She waved her hands and a shield made of green energy surrounded her, blocking a tankard from hitting her head.

[Lewina]

Yapul finally had reached the Kingdom Of Condoa. People steered clear of him because he was an orc. He reached the gates without meeting any guards. The guards starred at him for a minute. After finding out his armor was armor of the orc army that for years protected kingdoms like this by defending the land against the orcs of the evil army's. He reached the bar after a long time of navigating the streets. He opened the tavern door and found much chaos happening. He decided to sit on a stool and watch what was about to happen.

[Nuridia]

After releasing her shield, Penelope took off her cloak and slung it over her chair, revealing her plain wardrobe.

Penelope in her tavern outfit: http://aiko-phoenix.deviantart.com/art/ ... g-45364363

[Damak Var]

James took a drink from his tankard. His face hurt terribly but at least the bleeding had stopped though you could still see the blood on his face. He did not bother to wipe it off and it was beginning to dry. While his right eye was slightly swollen. It would be blackened by tomorrow. Leaning against the table was his tall longbow. If there was one thing he was proud of it was his status as a Covish archer and James made it a point to display it for everyone to see. Even the strongest men who had not been trained to do so could only pull back the cord to half draw let alone shoot the weapon accurately. To carry a bow was to show you had that strength and ability but the Condoans were probably ignorant to the matter.

Looking around James saw an Orc in heavy armor who must have been a warrior. In comparison his shirt of light cheap chainmail which he looted of a dead body seemed pathetic. It would stop a feeble slash but any well placed thrust or blow and he'd be standing in front of the Saints in the afterlife. His clothes while practical looked ragged. The result of spending the last three years on campaign. The only thing that made him look somewhat respectable was the green surcoat of King Henry and even that was a discolored mess. But the chainmail suited James for he was a scout and an archer, not a warrior. Despite the occasional tavern brawl he believed honor was for fools and never had any qualms running away when enemies got too close for comfort. Running is certainly easier in lighter gear.

The Orc did look fierce however and James wondered if he got a strange letter as well.

[Lewina]

Yapuls armor was good but not great, after years of fighting arrows had pierced it and slashes of swords had hit it. Actually the smith that made this hadn't made it to heavy and not to strong. So Yapul could run slowly but run and still have a good amount of protection. Noticing someone with blood dripping down his face and a huge long bow next to him Yapul decided to buy him a drink. His red war paint wasn't as noticable in the candles but his scar was. After getting the drink he walked over to the seat next to him and handed him the drink. "How did you get yourself in that mess," he said in his gravely voice pointing to the mans face.

[Zeinbrad]

OOC Just waiting for the rest. If you can not post tell me via TG
The City of Helo last city of the Kelenor
King Joko last king of Kelenor was pondering on the vast army destroying his land. He sitting in a red throne with gold and emerald engraved in it. A messenger came running though the door . The messenger stop and kneeled "My leige another city has fallen" He said breathing heavy. Joko slammed his hand on his Thrones arm "Great... Well there is nothing else but to retreat to Willows Keep" He said. Joko stood up "Tell every men,women and children to retreat to Willows keep Expect the Guard" He ordered. The messenger nodded and walked away to tell all the remaining people of this kingdom to retreat to the refuge of Willows keep. king Joko son came in "Father what do you mean by everyone expect the guard?" he said.

Joko son then realized what he meant "No! You can't you'll die" He screamed running for his father. Joko stopped him "Son you are Seventeen now you are a man,A man ready to command a army." Joko said putting on his helmet and armor then getting his sword. "But father you stand no chance against Silchas army 500 men against thousands" His son protest. "I know" Joko said as he walked out the door.

Joko inspected his men all 500 of them. They all knew they where going to die this day but they would fight for the sake of all that was good in this world. They stood on Helor field on the only road to Willows deep and where Silchas army would come to siege the evacuated city. King Joko gave a speech telling the men that they would be thanked by the people of Kelenor in the Afterlife and shall hold there ground to the last man.
OOC Okay just say you meant Joko in the field of battle and killed him Vid.

[Videssos]

OOC: Okay, then. Should I say that Willows keep is being besieged, or should I say that it's conquered? Obviously Joko's army has been destroyed, but perhaps that fortress (Willows deep/whatever) they fought to protect will fall too, right? I'll edit if it has to be edited. For now, though, I'll be attacking the keep. With a lot of powerful sorcery, some of it aided by Silchas himself.

Silchas Karosias,
Kelenor

Silchas paused momentarily, glancing disdainfully towards the corpses of the meagre force that had tried to retreated from Kelenor's last city, and assembled to protect the fortress which held civilians aplenty. They had been obliterated, of course, and some of them even died by his own hand. The last of the king's honour guard, as well King Joko himself. The man had seemed resigned to his fate, yet determined to put up at least a little fight. The king of Kelenor was hopelessly outmatched by Silchas, and had lost his head within half a minute of the duel, whilst the others were destroyed by the Emperor's innumerable legions.
Soon, he felt; he would see Condoa- bordering what little of Kelenor remained as it did, become the next part of his conquests.

First though, he would direct a magical enfilade upon Willow's deep, which was already beginning to crumble under attacks both mundane as well as sorcerous in nature. Demons had been summoned, and they would lead the vanguard to wreak havoc within the bastion. Some distance away from him, the demonic conjurations towered, hulking and motionless as they waited for the commands to move on from the wreckage of the tiny army that had opposed them on Helor field, and towards Willow's deep. The demons were in full armour of bronze scales, green with verdigris, with heavy helms, the cheek guards of battered plates that reached down past the jawline, their faces hidden. Polearms, glaives, double-edged axes and maces, an array of mêlée weapons, The creatures were bound, doomed to fight in a war not of their own making, where the only release was annihilation.

The Kenryll'ah demons were ready to move towards this last bastion of Kelenor, and as soon as Silchas gave the order to finish off the remnants of Kelenor, they begun the march towards the fortress. Smoke billowed out from the walls, and from the keep within, as catapults and trebuchets unloaded rocks and burning balls of peat and tar upon the place. Sorcerers brought down a fierce storm from the sky, silver lightning, and obsidian lighting flickered towards the fortress, whilst spheres of flame fof almost every colour imaginable flew in the direction of the fortress. Billowing fields waves of ice sorcery roared towards the keep. There would be no survivors, whatever happened within the fortress, none of Kelenor's own would survive. K'risnan used chaos sorcery, in a deadly enfilade that would destroy the last of Kelenor's warriors, defending the battlements even as a multitude of sorceries hurtled towards them.

The K'risnan drew upon the sorcery, and tendrils of grey mist swirled around them, forming a fluid web that began to thicken, then rise. Thread-thin strands snaked out, intertwining and thickening with every second. In a billowing, grey wall, the sorcery burgeoned. The grey skein rushed out, in explosive columns, moving towards the keep, pillars that spiralled with silver fire. If one looked closely enough within the flames, one would see the gleam of bones. Thousands, as if the fire's very fuel had been transformed. Towering higher, fifty-man-heights, then a hundred, two-hundred, filling the sky. The conjoined wave then began toppling. Fiery pillars heaving over, towards the defences, and the walls of Kelenor's last fortress. Even as the sorcery plunged towards Willow's deep, the Kenryll'ah demons charged...

[Damak Var]

It was a pleasant gesture and James smiled in return. Ale at these prices were hard to come by in Covland due to the war. That and he could use another drink to numb the pain in his face. Looking closer he realized the Orc's armor definitely had seen plenty of action. This Orc was no pretender, he had been in quite a few scuffles from the looks of it. Brawling with tavern drunks is one thing, a fight with a battle-hardened warrior was another. That or he took it off a dead man on the battlefield like James had with his own chainmail. He decided it was best not to trifle with him.

"Had a brawl with some sore losers over a dice game. Not completely uncalled for because I was cheating but they couldn't have known that." He said to the Orc with a grin. "James Wallstrick. Archer and scout for the King's royal army. King Henry that is." James introduced himself making sure to verify which King if it was not obvious enough by the surcoat he wore. Surely the Orc would know who that is. King Henry was fighting a civil war to free the nonhuman races of Covland from slavery and oppression. That included Orcs so hopefully the man in front of him could appreciate that.

[Lewina]

"I'm Yapul, retired veteran of the army in Yagmand, pleased to meet you. So what brings you here anyway?" He asked taking a gulp of his ale. Why would this man be getting in fights in a bar? Surely scouts got a good pay. Right? The mans face was swollen dry blood filled his face. Yapul appreciated archers, they were the main part in battles. Archers had saved him, archers were the key to battle. If you have a whole army of hand to hand soldiers most of them would die by archers before they got to the enemy. He loved archers.

[Sacheyenya]

Alexander hated being late, and yet under these circumstances it simply couldn't be helped. He didn't know if he was late, but he felt guilty regardless. As he tethered the camel to the outside of the tavern, he drained the last few drops of the red liquor he had brought with him. Stepping inside, he removed the hood of his shawl and took a seat at an empty table. Kicking back, he calmly awaited whatever he was supposed to wait for.

[Zeinbrad]

OOC okay looks like everyone has arrived.
In the corner of the tavern sat a man in grey clothing and hat sitting down eating eggs and bacon. Sitting with him was a man in tree guard armor the condoan version of knights. The Man in grey clothing nodded to tree guard and the tree guard stood up and yelled "Alexander the halfling Yapul the Ork James Wallstrick and Penelope please come here" He yelled in his booming voice. The Grey man put blades on the table.