Loc: Adamopolis' Tower
IT was done. Breck was dead. Adam had found his decapitated corpse in a pool of blood. The assasin ahd doen his job. No longer would he torment the people of Ninjara or any other land; it was all over. Adam smiled with glee. No more lordship, he thought. But now he had to find a new hideout.
"Buildit... that fool has his ship and crew docked somewhere, I know it..."
Adam paused and acknowledged that he would never have to slip out in secrecy again. For he was the Blackguard... The Evil One.
LORD Gethmerg mounted his fiercesome war-dragon, as his red-clad men, sheathed in black armor, notched their bows and polished their weapons. Gereld stepped over to him.
"You may be right, perhaps you will prevail. But I am not sure."
"The King may be young," replied Gerthmerg, "But he knows the Light. And though many Masters scorn it, I believe it as well."
Gereld nodded at the soldier's wise words. Gerthmerg saluted him.
"May the Light guide you," he said.
With that, the riders lept into the air and the dragons whizzed off. Moments passed. The delta cam einto view, and the tents of the armies stood undefended.
"Now my comrades! Strike swiftly!"
The Dragons swooped down, spitting forth flames and fire and razing the tents. Arrows buzzed past Gerthmerg's head, and several of his men toppled to the ground, dead.
"Dismount!" he ordered.
The Dragon Masters, weapons in hands, jumped onto the dirt and clashed with the Wolfpack soldiers. Gerthmerg impaled a cavalryman, then threw his lance to the ground, leaping off his steed and drawing his battleaxe, and engaging in battle. Blood splashed him as he cleaved through a soldier and gutted another, blocking mace blows and rallying his men. His own soldiers were falling everywhere. It looked hopeless.
"Retreat! Back to your dragons! We ahve done enough!"
Judas rode out of his ranks and cut down the Dragon Master stragglers with his saber. Gerthmerg's remaining men grabbe dtheir dragons and started to take off. a salvo of arrows downed a few.
"For the Li..."
Gerthmerg was cut off, and an arrow thudded into his back and through his armor. The great warrior toppled from his steed and landed, with a THUD! onto the brown dirt. The soldiers returned knowing they had failed.
"Alright Kif, let's show these freaks what a bloated, runaway military budget can do"