Thread: Stranger things.....(Razgriz x Lady Bloody Ava)

Swords and the like clashed with screams and cries filling the air from both sides as throats were slashed and barbed tips of arrows pierced flesh with ease, whenever the archer was lucky enough to land a hit. Morgana rode upon the black mare at the back and dashed back to the city with great hast to report the news to her king. The human's more than double the amount of their own kin. The humans had made it past the border and some of her kin had made it past the bridge. How for could they push. A bolt of lightning cracked through the sky and touched down somewhere in the crowd. Be careful Thalos. The old mage was powerful, but his body was not, or so she thought, physically fit for such a battle. The messenger nearly choked on the smell of blood already. The distinct and sadly familiar scent of burnt flesh hinted in the air. Hooves clapping along the cobblestone road until it split in three ways and she continued on towards the city. The doors to the opened to the throne room and Queen Araana walked along side an ornately dress drow. Knight Commander Sybal Uthal, more commonly known as 'The Dark Queen'. Araana thought of her as a sister and , no matter how much the king hated it, she treated him as a brother. While the Drow were beneath the king's ruling, they kept mostly to themselves and were beneath the watchful eye of Commander Uthal. What is the meaning of this Otho!! The woman with the commanding and informal tone of voice dawned dark scaling armor with an ebony sword at her side. Ornate gauntlets and a long crimson cloak draped about her shoulders. I sent word to you ages ago--- The armored female drow cut her king off with the raise of a gloved hand. I wasted no second gathering up my men, leaving Knight Sergeant Rembrandt in charge of defending the keep should the meat puppets decide to take aim at our haven. Room is being made in case of an evacuation as a last resort. The king relinquished a sigh of relief. The thought of sending his daughter to the Drow had been tossed out earlier because there had been no response. This was a far more comforting solution than leaving her in the hands of humans be they friend or enemy at this time. King Sylvari nodded his head. Further more, I brought a some Argonian mercenaries with me. Figured they'd prove of some use. Hugo! At the drow queen's word an reptilian humanoid being passed the threshold and into the room. Well worn armor dawned the dark green body cover in natural armor in the form of scales over thick flesh with spikes jutting out of his jawline and adorning the crown of his head. A long thick tail sweeping behind him with spikes growing in size all the way down to the very tip. He approached and kneeled on bended knee before the elven king. We are at your service, Your Majesty. The creature hand a deep voice with a bit of a hiss we pronouncing 's's. Give them the coin and they'll do almost anything. Almost anything. King Sylvari was aware of the Argonians. The reptilian denizens of the Black Marsh. Little is known and less is understood about them. Years of defending their borders have certainly made the Argonians experts in guerrilla warfare, and their natural abilities make them equally at home in water and on land. They have are said to possess natural immunities to the diseases and poisons that have doomed many would-be explorers and conquerors of the region. Their seemingly expressionless faces belie a calm intelligence, and many Argonians are well-versed in the magical arts. Others rely on stealth or steel to survive, and their natural agility makes them adept at either. They are, in general, a reserved people, slow to trust and hard to know, yet they are fiercely loyal, and will fight to the death for those they have named as allies. I thank you. The king sounded. A young squire charged through the door and bowed before his king. I beg of you. Your Highness, forgive my sudden intrusion but the King of Fae sends word that his priestess should be arriving soon to see how to aid in this fruitful endeavor. It continued to be one thing after another as Morgana arrives and waits for all conversations to die down and give the king a moment to collect his thoughts, but apparently he did not need an abundant amount of time as he spotted her familiar face. Ah! Morgana! What word have you? The golden haired knight approached with her armor tucked beneath one arm. Your Majesty, the humans outnumber us greatly. Thalos seems to be making great use of his skills and General Mordyval... She was not sure what to say and the King showed a bit of fear for a second. General Mordyval is in the heart of the battle and his blade continues to swing with pride. I know not how man we have lost, but our men stand strong and continue to push past the border. King Otho slammed the palms of his hands upon the table at the bit of good news. Thank you Morgana, bring me more news. She dawned her helmet once more and headed off to the battlefield.