Mortekai sat next to the campfire next to his friends after yet another hard day battling the minions of the Devil. He seemed to be deep in thought and he watched the others for a while, one by one as if deciding something. Then he says:

“Brothers…I have had a vision.”

The statement is short and blunt and the others suddenly get quiet and watch him.

“Last night when we fought the minions of the Devil outside Town and I took that blow that almost had me meet my maker…just before Cedron was able to heal me…I had a vision. I saw how the angels in heaven wept for us, their tears dropping down on us as raindrops to ease our sufferings…I saw you and all the allies of the Holy Knights standing before The devil himself, battling the minions and trying to strike down the devil. I saw you all perish, struck down, one by one and I knew that this could not be true; it had to be a mirage triggered by the fever in my body… Then Tyrael spoke to me through the pain that poisoned my body. He told me that somewhere in the hills of Mount Arreat lay ancient artefacts, once worn by the greatest Knight alive…. the great Erin himself. He told me that without this treasure we would have no hope to destroy the devil completely, we would only be taking his earthly form from him. Tyrael then asked me if I would take up this quest to find the items of Griswold and use it to finally destroy the devil and I told him…no.”

Mortekai stopped for a while and tears of bitterness start to fill up his eyes.

“I looked Tyrael into his eyes and told him I was unfit, unworthy of such a quest and that he should ask someone more worthy…He told me that all creatures under the sky has a purpose in life as well as in death and that this was mine. I told him I was unable to do what he asked of me, I simply could not perform such a miracle alone. He then told me that I was never alone…I had the guidance of the heavens at my disposal and a group of friends to stand by me, for better or worse…the Holy Knights of Westmarch.”

A tear drops down his cheek and into his armour, soiled with the foul blood from the last battle.

“I tried to explain to him that even though the Holy Knights are my friends I am not a member of their brotherhood and that I can not ask or demand that any member of their brotherhood to step down from their battle against the devil to go out on a quest while the people in our very city are suffering!!”

He let his head slope and wipes away another tear, leaving a bloody trail across his face from his gauntlets.

“I never heard his reply…My next image was of Cedrons smiling face as he retuned me to the land of the living…”

Mortekai looks around the men around the fire and smiles sheepishly, feeling stupid.

“I am lost here brothers…I have been given an impossible task by Tyrael himself, but I fear I will fail. Not just him, but you as well…But I have no choice, tomorrow morning I leave to find the sacred artefacts of Griswold. I do not expect to return….”

He stands up abruptly and walks away to his bedroll to prepare for departure and to pray one last time, leaving his friends to their thoughts.

Mortekai’s tale chilled Rainarks neck to the bone and he sat in a moment of thought. In a rush he stood and made his way to where his gear rested.

“Well my friend I think its time for a quest”

Rainark said looking down at his trusty translucent blue sword.
Strapping on his armour he made his way to where Mortekai now prayed. Rainark paused to work up the nerve to interrupt the Great Mortekai

“Hail Milord, I wish to ask your permission to join you in your quest.”

He felt out of place but knew in his heart that he must join Mortekai in his quest. So he stood waiting for an answer.

Mortekai replies,

“You don’t need my permission Rainark, but what will happen to your duties here?

Moved by the words of their honourable friend, Graywind, Rainark’s brother, makes his way to the nearest commander…

“I offer my sword in Mortekai’s quest, but know I may be needed elsewhere. Please, my lord, tell me where I may be best used.”

With a brief glance towards his brother Rainark, Graywind hopes to go with him… I must not let the tragedy of Odel repeat itself he thought,

“Rainark must not die…not my last kin”

Also knowing that his duties are important and his absence could cause the deaths of others, he is torn, and so relies upon his commanders for guidance and orders.

Sentarius, the commander at town, replies to Graywind,

“It is true that your duties here are important, but I was actually about to tag you for the next three-month defence shift at the compound. I am returning in two days, and had planned on gathering the men I wanted to accompany me then. You are temporarily relieved to take part in this quest. Report to me at the compound exactly one month from now at the latest. Effective immediately, you are dismissed from this camp.”

Graywind snaps a salute and can’t help to breathe a smiling sigh. “Aye commander, and thank you!”
Making his way over to Rainark and Mortekai, Graywind reflects on the seriousness of this quest…

At Mortekai words Rainarks Eyes filled with joy of acceptance.
“Thank you Great one, now ill do as you said and see about my duties”

Rainark stood and saw Graywind talking with Sentarius and made is way over there.

Putting his hand over Graywinds Shoulder and looked his Commander in the eyes.

“Sir I wish to leave on Mortekai’s quest”

Looking at Graywind he saw that he had eyes of sorrow. He lended over and whispered.

“Tis ok Brother, Tis ok”

“You are still in the field rotation, warrior. You will need the authorization of the field commander.
Dismissed.” Sentarius replied and went back to his duties.

“Aye sire, can you tell me please who is the field commander at the moment?” Rainark asked looking about.

Feeling at pat on his shoulder Graywind smiled a little, slowly turned his head and gave Rainark a firm nod of determination.

Sitting alone in the shadows, just beyond the campfire, Kalandorno Looked up from the demon skull about the size of an apple he was etching with dark symbols and looked over towards the circle of Knights, his sharp hearing caught the tale that Mortekai just told, and he felt something he had not felt in a long time - a purpose in life. Picking up his Long deep coat, and tucking his Ashan`dari over his shoulder, he got up and walked over towards where Mortekai and Rainark were talking quietly. Still holding the demon skull in one hand he looked at the two Knights and in his foreign accent said,

”It seems to be that ye are off on some quest again. I do nay know why, but I do feel drawn to this quest, so if ye do nay mind, I should like to join ye on this quest.”

Waiting for the knights to finish their prays and talks, Kal sat down a few yards away, and continued with his engraving for he knew that joining them in pray would do them more harm than good. As he finished the last of the runes, he took the necklace of preserved demon ears hands and skulls off from around his neck, and added a new one too it. Smiling too himself, he placed the necklace back over his head, and began going over a few spells in his head, while nonchalantly checked his enchanted bone armour he wore under his coat for any chips.
Mortekai looked up toward the stranger trying to place the face to the name,

“Your name is well known to us Kal and your offer is most welcome as is your knowledge in the arcane arts. I fear that they will be in demand on this quest. We intend to leave at first light tomorrow, be ready then.”

A small smile flickered across Kal’s lips. Unspoken words of “I’ll be there” passed from him.

Looking at the increasing party of Holy Knights, and their allies. Mentally preparing himself for the weeks of hardship ahead he meditated on ways to help. What to do, and where to be. Stroking one of the runes around his neck he looked at his allies.

“I do think I shall retire for the night. I shall see you all at first light”

Looking at the fire, “Shrakan de aunatum sha rankan” flowed softly from his lips. From the fire a small flame seemed to separate itself, slowly growing until it was about the size of a man, then arms, legs and a head emerged from the body of flame and the monster made entirely out of fire took its guard for the night outside Kalandorno’s tent.

Night had fallen on the castle walls of Camelot, and Shera had settled in for the evening. Sleep would not come easy this night, for something was troubling her, a sense that something was not right that tickled at the edges of her consciousness. As she finally fell into slumber, a vision appeared to her in a dream. She was standing upon a golden field, butted against great hill that shined with the green of fresh foliage. A great hall stood on a hillside in the background, and it was built with golden columns, and stood as an impressive figure on the lush, green hillside. As she stared at the scenery surrounding her, a rider could be seen approaching from the direction of the hall. A great black steed with wings on its sides came toward her, riding inches above the ground below. As the rider grew nearer, Shera could see that the figure upon the great horse’s back was a mighty warrior woman, clad in gleaming armour, and she carried an air of power about her. Before Shera could ask whom the rider was, the mounted figure spoke.

“I am Brynhildr, a Valkyrie of the highest order, and I have brought you here, Shera, to give you an important quest.”

The rider said in a voice that seemed more thought than words.

“Your world has become in danger of being overrun by the forces of darkness that have been unleashed by those foolish enough to mess with that they do not understand and have no means of controlling. There is one that seeks to end this threat to your world, but he needs allies in this quest. You are to be our representative on earth for this quest.”

Shera stood stunned, for she had heard of the valkryies, and had believed in them from childhood, but never imagined that she would see one before her final battle.

“Gather your gear and head to the mountains where you will find one name Mortekai.” Continued Brynhildr, “He is tasked to find the sacred armour of one of the greatest Knights to ever walk the mortal plain. Assist him in anyway that you can, and know that your part in this quest assures your place in Valhalla.”

Upon saying this, the rider gestured back toward the great hall in the distance. Suddenly Shera knew where she was, and the thought of being here overwhelmed her for a bit. She staggered for a second; closing her eyes as if the sight of the fabled hall of heroes would blind her. When she regained her composure, she was back in her own bed, within the halls of Camelot.

“Was it all a dream, or a real vision?” she thought. As if on cue, her mind was filled with the vision of a warrior that she had never seen before, a powerful warrior with a determined look upon his face. Shera gathered her gear and grabbed some items from her chests.

“Perhaps now I will know what these runes are to be used for.” She thought as she gathered a few of the odd stone tablets that she had gathered in the weeks past.

When everything was packed, she saddled her horse and set out to the mountains to seek out the man that she saw in her head, the man she had never meet. Passing through the portals of Camelot, she knew that this quest would be long and arduous, but that had never stopped her before. As she rode toward the hills, a feeling of being something more than alone came over her, as if someone where with her that she could not see. Riding towards the mountains, she set her mind to task at hand and the perils that await her.

It had been many years since he had seen the incantation for the summoning of a great Fire Golem. Ever since Baal began his attack upon the Worldstone in his homeland, the presence of these mysterious necromancers had diminished greatly. With a small rustle in the brush, a great grisly figure stepped into the light of the campfire. The axe in his hands shown greatly in the dim light. The mask and golden ornate armour dented and marred from battle.

“Greetings fellow warriors. My name is Demandred. I am a Warrior of the Shadow Wolf Tribe. I have been given the quest by my elders to seek out the “Protectors of the Word” to assist us in our battle against the evil demon Baal. As I passed your Battle Chambers earlier on this very day, I could not but help to overhear the great one you call “Mortekai” speak of help from a “singing” warrior in his search for the armour of ancient Griswold. While I do not hold with these petty “singing” warriors (PAH), I knew in my soul that you were those who I was sent to search for. It would be of great honour to me and my kinsman if I could accompany you in your search for Griswold and the destruction of Baal.”

Looking curiously upon the praying of the holy knights, Demandred took a seat at the base of a nearby tree, polishing his battle worn armour, awaiting a decision from their leader.

Mortekai has just ended his prayer when Demandred enters the camp and after hearing his initial statement he steps forward to greet him.

“Welcome friend, I am Mortekai. Perhaps not as great as you might have expected though…”

He smiles gently and extends a big sturdy hand in a friendly greeting.

“However I am most honoured that the gods have decided to send you and your kinsman to participate in this Quest. Please make yourself comfortable here and get some sleep, we leave tomorrow at first dawn.”

He shakes Demandreds hand with a firm grip and then walk away to find his old friend Morkai before he leave. On his way to the Commanders tent a small shadow catches his eye, just at the far end of the camp. The small shadow moves slowly, as if to catch his attention and as he starts walking towards it, it moves quickly outside the camp and further into the hills. He walks towards the sentry and quickly nods to him as he run after the small thing, having a suspicion of what it can be and he pays little attention to the guard warning him to venture outside the camp unarmed and with no protection.

The chase drags out and he starts to despair and his mind keeps wandering and he is now unsure if this is a trap or not….

Finally the chase ends in a large cave and he can see a small fire, just enough to provide luminance, deep inside. He curses himself for running of without a weapon or at least a shield and he send a quick prayer to Tyrael as he venture inside…hoping that his initial belief was correct, or his quest will end before it even begun…..

His voice is weak as he whispers softly into the shadows on his way inside…

“Kayla? Is that you?”

Outside the darkness has reached its darkest hour and in the far distance a wolf howls in rage…

The Sun was shining brightly on this perfect day. Gawain, as was his wont, was by the river sleeping off a night’s dalliance with a village lass and a big lunch. He dreamed. Dreams, fitful and disturbing, Evil beings strode the Earth spreading death, disease and pestilence in their wake.

He saw a mighty battle raging and warriors falling in the stench and decay of Evil magic, Chaos reigned supreme and unfettered. The forces that stood against this dark tide seemed to be overwhelmed, small in number they were, weary from long battle. In their midst stood one who shone with a great Light amongst the lesser Lights of his peers. And as Gawain watched, this mighty warrior stood forth to give battle to the mightiest of the Evil host, a dark Demon cloaked in shadow, his features hidden from mortal sight. When his comrades saw him approach this dark Demon, showing no fear and faltering not, they took heart and surged forward to do new battle with their foe, a cry upon their lips, ‘for GRISWOLD and the LIGHT!’ echoed across the field. The light shone brighter from this Holy host of Paladins their faith renewed they did battle bravely, and many of the enemy were destroyed or banished from this dimension and it seemed for a time that the tide had turned.

The might warrior, Griswold his name, from the cries and shouted encouragement of his comrades, gave blow for blow with the Demon from the pits of Hell, but as he seemed to gain the edge and was beating the beast down, a change came upon the Demon and he grew immensely until he seemed to overshadow the entire host, the shadows departed from his form and his features became clearer to behold, a massive red armoured beast he was, the Lord of all Demons. His features terrible to behold, struck fear into the hearts of the Noble Paladins, but Griswold stood firm and gave no ground. A terrible laughter issued from what must be his mouth and an Evil voice proclaimed, ‘Many of my Host have you and your Knights banished or destroyed Griswold, but it is not YOUR Destiny or POWER to destroy ME! And though I cannot take your Soul this day I CAN take your mortal shell!’ and with those words he reached faster than humanly possible a great clawed hand to Griswold’s chest and grasped his mortal Heart, tearing it, still beating from his flesh.

Griswold stood stunned for a moment and then sank to his knees, still alive and aware but weakening rapidly, the closest of his comrades leaped to his aid but he held up his hand and said ‘Touch me not comrades for it is Divine aid I require now, for this is my destiny, and I would not forsake it, nor deny it, I will face it with my TRUE HEART which this Demon can never take’ he then looked up at the mighty Demon, and spoke again, the Light upon him growing stronger ‘Demon I know not your name but know this, I knew this day would bring my death, for the Angels of the Light visited me and told me to be prepared, for there was one last task that I must perform… To give my mortal Heart so my Greater Heart could shine forth as a beacon for all who would follow the LIGHT! Your deed this day has served the LIGHT, as it is YOUR Destiny to do, willingly or unwillingly, YOU cannot escape it. Know this, the one who will come for your black Heart, and to lead a mortal Host upon your brothers will be wearing MY Heart upon his chest. For that is Destiny, and I am given to know this at my final hour. So Demon do that which is in your Heart and be done with it for I am expected in the Lords Host anon, and would be there to serve and tarry here no longer!

At this outburst or strength from one seemingly defeated the Demon gave a scream of anguish and crushed the Heart in his claws till the blood poured forth upon his hide, whereupon he screamed again as the blood began to glow and burn with a mystical Light ‘It BURNS! The Demon screamed, HOW is this! He flung the mangled flesh in his claws at Griswold in anger. As it moved in the air toward him it seemed change shape to become a golden/red cloak of Light spreading itself thinly to enwrap Griswold as it came to him and flowed about him in a golden red corona, ‘MY HEART!’ Griswold cried out, as he fell to the ground his mortal shell empty of Spirit, and a blue/white Light merged with the red/gold corona and grew rapidly, expanding until the dark host began to give way to its Purity and Power, the Paladins fell to their knees in ecstasy, a wave of Divine Grace permeating their beings. The Demon seeing this gave a cry of outrage, opened a dimensional gateway and fled, abandoning his host to their own fate.

The corona around Griswold took shape and became a being of Light with wondrous wings and a host poured down from the Heavens to join with him. The evil host unable to bear the energies of Purity so concentrated were banished to their own Realm. The being that Griswold now was looked upon his former comrades and spoke ‘I leave you now to take up my Mantle in this Host you see before you, grieve not, know that I am ever with you as is the Light we serve, and I am charged with this, to leave a part of my Self in this Realm, guard it well for it will yet serve the Light’ as he spoke those final words the red/gold aspect to his being separated and flowed back towards his mortal shell and permeated his armour and weaponry which began to glow with the same Light.

In Gawain’s mind the Light from the armour and weaponry became stronger and stronger until it filled his vision and burned his mind with its intensity. Suddenly he was awake, sweat pouring from his body and shaking he leapt up, and in confusion, not yet realising where he was, he stumbled forward into the river. Which proved fortuitous as within seconds he was alert and recovered himself. What was that all about he wondered to himself, not at all the kind of dream I usually have. I wonder if it means anything. Looking around himself he noted the sun was lower in the sky than it should be and he had better get back to the village to complete work set for him by his father at the Smithy or there would be hell to pay!

“Ah! There you are Gawain, the old hermit was here looking for you earlier, he wouldn’t say what it was about, but he seemed anxious to find you, he said he would return on the morrow. Now you had better get started on those repairs I asked you to complete today, the customer will be coming in the morning to collect, so they must be finished before sundown.”

“Yes Father, I will get started right away.” replied Gawain, wondering what on earth the strange hermit would want him. Oh well… he thought, it has been a strange afternoon and no doubt the morrow would bring either answers or more questions or both, meanwhile there was work to be done and a lovely lass who wanted company at the end of it, and far be it from me to disappoint her.

Waking to a shrilling bird song, Kalandorno looked up to first light, just before dawn. Rolling out of his covers, he suddenly realized “Today is the day we go. Today something happens. Today my life begins to have purpose again”. Picking up his bone armour and his Ashan`dari, he went to check on the outer sentries, not for any particular reason, just because he did not feel right doing nothing. As he reached the last sentry, he asked, “Hail knight, has thee night have any trouble?” The look of hate he got from the man reminded him that not every Knight of Westmarch accepted him.

Kalandorno turned to walk away, thinking that it was easier to avoid trouble, when his enhanced hearing picked up horse hooves riding towards him it a goodly pace. Turning once more he looked up into the dust cloud approaching. Who could this be? Was it a friend or a foe? Preparing himself for a battle with this creature, Kal waited. After a few moments he could make some-what coming towards him. Could it be an Amazon, the warrior women? He had not seen one in a long time, and why was she running towards them so fast?
The smirk on the sentry said all of what he thought. One woman, what could she do?

A fortnight had passed since Shera had left the castle in search of the man from her vision, and the search had taken her too many parts of the wilderness. All she knew from her vision was that he could be found in the hillsides, and that she also had seen the image of a griffon, though its meaning was lost until last night. Stopping at an inn for a rest, she had seen an old banner mounted atop the fireplace in the great room, and on it was the very symbol that she had seen in her visions. When asked, the innkeeper told her that in his youth, he had been a part of a group of warriors who sought to keep the evil at bay in the world.

“They camp to the north of here”, the man told Shera, “And I hear that they prepare for some quest, though what I am not sure.”

This is what she had been looking for. Gathering her gear, she tipped the innkeeper and thanked him for his information. She rode to the north, and soon saw the fires of a camp in the distant. As she approached the encampment, the sentry took note of her, and studied her with an eye of uncertainty. Behind the sentry, another man also watched her, but this man had a dark look to him, unlike the sentry. She wondered what adventures awaited her upon her arrival.

Watching the Amazon ride in Kalandorno hailed to her “Friend or Foe” the barking laugh of the sentry told him what he thought of that. Waiting for her answer, Kalandorno noticed the early morning fog starting to thicken. “This does have an odd sense of foreboding about it”. Turning towards the sentry he told him, “Prepare yourself for battle man, it might come soon” Looking back towards the Amazon, he hoped for another ally, the light know they might need her.

As Shera approached the camp, the dark figure called out to her. “Friend or Foe?” was the question asked of her by this strange person. The guard turned and started to laugh at the man behind him for some reason.

“I come on a quest given to me by the Valkyries themselves” answered Shera. “I seek the one who has been charged to find the relic armour of Griswold. Can you tell me if this is where he is camped? I have ridden for over a fortnight in search of him, for I am to offer my loyalty and assistance to him in the name of the Valkyries for this quest.”

Being a light sleeper, Graywind found himself staring at the dark wooden ceiling of his Spartan room. Glancing at the small window he noted the dark blue sky was brightening. Dawn would meet the great hall soon. Taking this moment before dawn, he considered his morning preparations: A last equipment check, any new orders and most importantly his morning prayers.

Slowing standing up, he washed his face and hands with the cool water of the washbasin. He then dressed quickly deciding to make his prayers first–comfortable plain woollen clothing for now. He buckled a short sword to his waist, checked that his silvery holy symbol was there at the end of his mother’s silver necklace that he wore, and strode out of his room. Having complete trust in his fellow knights he left his door open–a sign to those that know Graywind that he would be back soon.

Crossing into the chapel of the hall, Graywind felt the powerful energy of goodness embrace him, as always. A tear ran down his cheek, and he brought his silvery symbol to his lips in a show of his faith and reverence.
Kneeling there he began to pray. Soft murmurs escaped his lips at first, causing slight echoes across the chamber. Lost in his commune with the light, Graywind did not notice the echoing. A small waft of blue energy escaped from Graywind’s clasped hands where he held his treasured holy symbol. Lifting his voice higher the energy of the light was strengthened in the room. Moats of blue energies began to pour out from Graywind, soon covering his kneeling form in a calming aura. His heart at rest, and his soul alive, Graywind did not wish to stop his prayers…

After not getting much sleep Rainark moved about his room. Taking his sword’s sheath he slung it around his shoulder and fitted the strap cross his chest. Grabbing his sword in his hand he lifted it over his head and put it into the sheath that now cover his back. Graywind awakes, Rainark thought to him self as he put in this Cloak.
Looking down at his self Rainark saw all of his friends and family with him. The ring of his mother gave him hope and the feeling of love. The armour of his Father gave strength and honour. The cloak from his friend Pallas gave him cover from the dark forces. Last of all Rain tied a bandana to his forehead, this item was from Terra and it gave him a since of Love and happiness that would have to carry him from the hard times of battle. Knowing that his Brother would have his morning Prayers he moved his way to the Hall. Hearing a soft murmur Rain closed his eyes on his brother now starting his Prayers. Putting his back to the wall at the fair end of the chapel behind Graywind, Rainark closed his eyes and listened. Soon Graywind’s prayers started to inter Rainark’s mind and a wave of blue energy start to emit form his being. Bonded to his brother at this time completed his preparations and he now was ready to do whatever it took to complete the quest, and by all means make it a success.

The older of the two, Graywind noticed a presence in his soul that made him awake from his commune. Keeping his prayers going, he let his surrounding come into his consciousness. A slight smile appeared on the eldest lips as he recognized the presence as his brother Rainark. A few moats of white light appeared around the silver necklace Graywind wore. Letting his voice soften and prayers diminish, Graywind completed his prayers and stood up.

“Good morning, my good brother” he said and turned around to clasp hands with his brother and gave the formal knight’s salute.

Mortekai came walking back from the hills and the guards that recognize his large figure. His walks quickly as if in a hurry, but for once he doesn’t run which is a bit uncharacteristic for a man that is known as the running wolf by the cannibalistic tribes. When he comes closer the guard notices that he is injured with a bloodstained shirt and blood in his face and he cries out for medical assistance for the now obviously limping Mortekai. Even closer the guard and anyone else rushing to the location can see that he has obviously been in some kind of battle, but most of the blood seem to belong to someone else. His left arm however is badly cut and scorched from foul acid and his right calf has a nasty puncture wound going almost straight through it. To end it all his face has a minor cut just below his left eye and his knuckles are all cut to the bone. Mortekai rushed past the guard and give anyone approaching him a look that makes people freeze in their tracks and shut their mouths from any comments or concerns they were just about to utter. His emerald green eyes seem to burn with a cold intense fire of repressed rage and he storms up to his tent, grabs his mighty 2 handed sword and unsheathed it in a swift movement, turn his heel around and marched straight to the captains tent whit the huge sword in one hand and ripping of his torn shirt with the other.

Outside Captain Morkai’s tent, he pushed the guards away abruptly and steps inside.

“Morkai, get your pants on and gather the commanders…there is an army coming this way…They are passing the Gauntlet bridge as we speak.”

He walks out the tent again, ignoring Morkai’s sleepy moans and grunts and then quickly attach the wrist band to his mighty sword so he will not loose it in battle. He grabs Cedron quickly as he walks past him and put a large gold coin in his hand before he has a chance to speak.

“Keep this one for me Cedron, if I do not get back then bury it next to my sister in Big Oaks. Morkai know where it is. I will do my best to get back through, so do not loose it.”

He flashes a smile and gives Cedron a friendly pat on the shoulder in farewell and then starts heading towards the hills again, running quickly now, apparently with no pain from his injured calf. Halfway up the hills a huge black and grey wolf joins up next to him and starts running with him….

At the same time the signal horns from the scout’s sounds a call to battle as yet another of the devil’s army marches against their camp. Jiian, leader of the most fearsome warriors of the land, yawns and picks up his huge axe and put on his helmet.

“Well, wake up you lazy peasants…Its yet another glorious day here in the highlands…grab your gears and prepare to die on the battlefield of glory, or if you live to see the end of it…A large keg of beer and a busty lass!! Today is a glorious day, lets not waste it…Make me proud men!!”

“Well, wake up you lazy peasants…Its yet another glorious day here in the highlands…grab your gears and prepare to die on the battlefield of glory, or if you live to see the end of it….A large cag of beer and a busty lass!! Today is a glorious day, lets not waste it…Make me proud men!!”

The Barbarians are quickly battle ready and smiles happily towards the Amazons that take slightly longer to get battle ready since they, unlike the barbarians, have clothes and armour to put on…

Within a few minutes they are also ready however and they form up in a perfect battle formation, ready to let their arrows and spears pour down on the savage minions of Baal….

High above all of this the sun slowly made its way, heating the ground with its warm rays…Slowly the fog started to thicken….