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

It would take Trystram a while, but eventually he managed to convince Abel that he would not be allowed to linger in battle should Trystram die. It simply wouldn't be safe for him even through all of this, the Paladin would give the Elves the benefit of the doubt, only showing how unclouded his judgment could be. He worried that Abel's mind had been corrupted by the negative speech of the townspeople. Being an orphan, Trystram quickly learned that his mindset was much like a stubborn tick. the boy seemed almost eager to fight, but it would take nothing less than the sanctity of Evugid or a loss of over three-quarters of their army to send in the Inner Circle. They were the King's trump card, belonging not only knights but well-cared-for, extremely skilled arch-mages that studied under the guidance of the Old Masters. With their talk concluded, Trystram had Abel sleep the two of them had been training almost non-stop, and that wouldn't do them much good if they were too tired to even move. When the young lad laid down to rest, he retreated to his own quarters, his mind troubled by the coming storm of war. Trystram watched as the skies slowly darkened it was almost foretelling of the chaos and destruction that would ensue as a result of this unnecessary, most unwaveringly blood-saturated conflict that both of the major Kingdoms were about to undertake. He could practically hear the hooves of the Red Horse beating a bloodied, body-strewn path to the living world's doorstep. The fair Paladin was unquestionably certain that the other races would get dragged into the conflict, through one means or another in fact, Trystram was certain this would be all-out war. The Fae would likely ally themselves with the Elves, both races being most in tune with the ebbs and flows of all things magic. The Dwarven Clans were almost on the brink of civil war, and this new battle might serve to deepen that divide even further. Trystram was fairly certain of that there was always so much fighting. He knew that he didn't help things by obeying the King's orders, but as a Knight, he was held to the Code to uphold the reign of the King to the best of his ability and beyond. As for the other factions, such as the hags, Wicca, Orcs and Goblins, it was unclear if they would even ally with anyone at all both major factions had treated them very cruelly, but some might seek the asylum of one from their own personal motivations alone. It was unclear at this point and might continue to be so until later Trystram, however, let it rest for now, and so retreated to his own bed to do the same. The two armies would approach each other at great speeds, some knights dismounting from the carriages before they even came to a full stop. A mass of humans, easily outnumbering the Elven army division almost two to one, rushed and gathered on the opposite side of the creek, the darkening heavens threatening rain and wind upon this soon-to-be-well-sown field of death. As soon as the first arrow landed just in front of the human army, a collective cry was heard as the Knights, with their shields and swords at the ready, charged. Some ran across the bridge, the structure creating a noise akin to the impending thunder as the heavy armored feet pummeled its aged yet well-crafted surface, while others charged down the embankment to meet the forest dwellers in the water. The bulk of the armies collided, metal on metal clanging and grinding, a silver surface heaving and moving in the violent waves only the Horseman of War could create. Swords clashed, sparks flying from the force of the impact as they fought. Archers fired, their strings giving off that characteristic twang as the point-tipped, barbed-hook shaft of death was fired, a lucky few able to embed themselves into the flesh of the enemies. The few mages that were present, including the one and only Cerian the Fire-mage, worked countless spells simultaneously to help maintain the arcane protection that their soldiers required, as was their duty. Even if this was just the beginning, it would show the ferocity with which both sides would fight. This wasn't going to be a pleasant war, that much was certain. King Richard had recovered enough from his shock to be coherent once more however, now the King was even more ecstatic and unreasonable. No matter how the Black Brothers tried to explain it, the King just wasn't understanding the most vital point. To make even one of these weapons took considerable time and various enchantments to make it work the rubies that served as the ignition source were extremely rare, and the fact that the loose powder had to be mixed with pulverized pieces of them made it that much more difficult to produce the quantity the King was asking for. At best, they could produce one hundred tubes and enough of the black powder-crushed ruby mixture to supply about four months months of continuous use. Naturally, the King was downstruck by the bad news he knew it would be foolish to waste such a powerful armament in only four months. He had to operate under the assumption that the Elves had something else in store as well. It would downright idiotic to show such a powerful card, only to have the Elves render it utterly useless. No, this needed to be conserved. Even though the blacksmiths did a fantastic job, the King wanted this to be even more useful when Orrin got here, he would ask the Fiery Plains Dwarf King to have his men look over the weapon and see if anything could be done with it. Richard counted himself lucky to have such an ally Orrin possessed a seething hatred for the Elves, and having such a skilled set of people allied with him would certainly help push the balance more to their favor.