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

Thunder sounded in the air. A sound that Otho was all too familiar with. The mages are prepared. He sounded aloud to himself. He was still lingering on Degon's death. How he had yet to see his daughter in days. Queen Araana spoke to her husband once and got no where. Degon will not have died in vain, nor will their kin be sullied by the likes of the humans. This war was no longer about land, but justice. Queen Araana paced outside of her daughter's bedchambers with two armed guards and Miss Helena looking with a look of pity. What reason is there for this? Is the extinction of the humans that important to spill the blood of our own kin and soak the very ground was worship and walk upon. Miss Helena was shocked in pure silents. She had no words to answer with. That and Princess Eola had said something along the same exact lines that very morn. The princess was a prisoner within the walls of her own home, but she was nothing less than very clever and acutely observant. The tension in the air grew thick as men and woman charged the battlefield with swords at the ready and their fallen kin at mind with General Mordyval at the front. The villages were armed for the worst cases. Some villagers would flee behind the walls of the city at the news while some villagers were stubborn enough to dawn pitchforks and lend what aid they could should the war proceed their way. Andol tended to the castle and upped its defenses and saw to the placement of the mages. familiars summoned in the form of various animals large wolves, bears, and a swarm of ravens from one particular mage. While those were at the defense, the elemental battle mages were dispersed amongst the knight heading to the battlefield. Adrenaline umping through their veins and roars and cheers rang through the air. The archers hung back. The dwarves had come through with the crossbow and the alchemists came up with a poison for the tips that worked fairly fast. The border was neared and the sounds of others reached their ears. There was no time for negotiating beyond this. The damage had been done and they would not stand down until their appetite was sated and right now it craved justice in the form of human bloodshed. An overhang of dark clouds blanketed the sky. The sun's rays feebly poking through. An omen of the dark times to come. From somewhere in the sea of elven knights a staff arose and a bolt of lightning connected from the clear glass orb that adorned its tip to the clouds above and a roar of thunder sounded. Thalos Meyrune the 'dark' mage. Not truly a dark mage, but he was never one for fluffy, bright, and sweet. He danced along the border, but it was never truly crossed. To fire off a chain of lightning could, not only, kill the humans but his own kin as well, so he was fairly limited on this field, but he harbored other tricks up his sleeves. One armored male took of his gloves and rubbed his hands together and they burst into flames before he blew them out. Amber eyes glared out of the narrow viewpoint of his visor and heart raced. Salem Page was young and said to be gifted with the talent of flames. Something that had done him a great harm as a child before he was taken to school and taught how to control it. Various other mages were scattered about. Some dawning armor, some dawning enchanted robes. While magic was intimidating, every man had his weakness. No one was impervious. The Queen confronted her King, once more. Their daughter could not remain within the city if the battle breached the walls. Queen Araana had taken it upon herself to send a request to the Lord and Lady of Amberdeen to see if they would house their daughter under secrecy in their mixed neutral village. Word had just gotten back, that they accept. The King was unsure of this. Lord and Lady Amberdeen were both humans that swore their debt to Queen Araana. Not only was there a doubt in the trust between the humans that offered to house their princess under secrecy, but to get to Amberdeen, they would have to go around the commencing battle and risk their daughter being taken away in the heart of the battle. The chances were risky, but no better than her staying here if the humans did reach the walls. More plans would have to be made in advance to have his daughter brought back, in case she did not make it to the original destination. A heavy sigh escaped his lips. If the time comes, then we shall see what our options are. She reassured his wife before heading back to the combat room. The creek's waters churned sligthly from the wind. The water not near deep enough to keep horses from passing the border from one territory, to the next. A few wolves growled and snapped from between horses. Though familiars, if killed, it would take a degree of time and spare magic to bring them back. Both of which, were not ample in the heat of a battle. From beyond the oncoming long crowd of soldiers an arrow flew overhead and landed just on the other side of the bridge, lodging itself deep into the ground. Be it an accident or on purpose, would forever be a debatable topic as the first shot had been fired.