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

It was a few hours later that the Dark Army of Dregamar arrived and filled the barracks and the courtyard with horses and weapons. All clad in ebony armor and many sporting red eyes. As we speak they arrive, King Sylvari. We must have a new plan of attack. The last report was grim, and the plan is broken and must be fixed. The Drow general sounded in a urging strong tone. as they continued mapping out plans. Time was lost as blood was shed. How long had it taken the Dark Army to arrive? It was unknown, for now the King awaited more news. Something better than he had been receiving. Thalos, the mage, had been brought back on the back of a horse. The man was just barely alive and any mage that could be salvaged had to be, especially Thalos. It would take weeks before the mage could even move out of the bed. Queen Araana assured that she would try her best, but it seemed pretty grim. Blood danced along the river and around the bodies that made it their resting place. Elves and Humans came together in death on either side of the bridge. Morgana rode back with her own armor dented and coated on her kin's blood. Though a messenger of the battlefield, she would not stay on the lines and miss the opportunity to take the life of a human that had so ruthlessly aimed for her kin. The woman took an arrow through the chainmail of her shoulders. She took no time to linger on the thought or pain and broke most of what was not lodged beneath her flesh and rode on. A few of the guards that stood at the barracks tried to stop her and get her assistance, but news was of the utmost importance. She fast walked over to the throne room. Helmet off and her own blood staining her chainmail and clean through her tunic. Color clearly lost from her flesh from loss of blood. King Sylvari spotted the woman instantly and held a hand up to silence the council that stood around the table. A servant girl slowly approached the knight as she got on bended knee. Your majesty... all are.... all are slain... seldom few are gravely injured. All that remains.... is General Mordyval and the human general... they fight upon the bridge as we speak, Your Majesty. The girl had braved the venture and the urgency of relaying the news to her king with the wound before she collapsed upon the floor. Her brethren were quick to assist her to the infirmary. Knight Commander Uthal's voice rang out. Get them out there!! Go to Mordyval's aid!! Now!! She order the few of her own knight to lead on the first squad of a few men who would be able to get there very fast. But not fast enough. Night was soon upon them. A dangerous and yet well advantaged time. beneath the cloak of the night the drow had great assistance with an adaptability to see clearly in the dark. Six men rode out clad in ebony armor with the crest of the Dregamar Army burned onto the gauntlets and their chest pieces. A crest comprised of a wound up snake ready for the kill. Mordyval's breathing was jagged as the blood of both enemy and kin coated his armor. He had not been unscathed. A gash ran along his right cheek. The blood slowly dripping from the wound. Certainly several bruises would be forming in due time with those that were already present. He had taken a nice blow to the right side with a warhammer that he had not seen coming moments ago. Thunder and lightning rang and clashed in the skies. It was nature taking reign of the dark times. The light making the river of bodies far more clear to the eyes as the clouds continued to hover over head. The General's sword was chipped and coated in blood while housed in its sheath. Clenched in his hands were two bloodied daggers. His defense and offense. When the denseness of the crowd had come along, he pulled them out for more precise attacks. He heard the piercing of arrows from behind him, but he dare not give the human the opening her would be giving if he turned his head to watch his kin die. It fueled his anger even more. Lava seemed to flow through his veins. The elf was sick of hearing words and was ready to see justice serve by having the human bleed to death. A mixture of anger and happiness overcame him. This was it. Even if he lost his life, taking the humans.... it would be a personally sweet victory. Both daggers were at the ready. Their enchanted strength was phenomenal. Light weight and strong. No sword could break them and the shock of blocking was well absorbed. He blocked with great accuracy. Getting in a hit, was the tricky part. Agility played a great factor, just below cumming tactics. Do your worst HUMAN! The general yelled.