Grid: N-18 Location: The Fell Forest
THE Knight's Kingdom army made its move just in time. Breck hoped Drakko and Barbod had made it out in time, because the castle was now a smoking wreck. They had to find a way to Peregrine, and they were stuck in hostile territory. The Knights Kingdom was known for ferocity in battle; Breck feared the worst.
The Fell Forest was a great expanse of wooded, dark, monster-infested land. Eerie sounds emitted from the forbidding wood as the moon rose on a black canvas of darkened sky. Horse hooves beat in the distance... too far awya for a Fright Knight, but not for a Kingdom paladin. Breck hushed Gabe and they slid behind a busg as they sounded closer. A barded horse in total black galloped past the, and upon it was a dark, twisted rider in black armor. His crimson cape drifted behind him in the moonlight and a jagged scimitar hung at his side. Yet another rider approached- from the Fright Knight's border. This one was on a pale white horse, that seemed to glow in the dark. It's rider was difficult to see, but he wore the paladin seal on his shield. Whispers formed in the cold air.
"Is it done?"
"Yes, the Barrows are razed. Barbod the Bull is dead."
"I heard the king was defeated. That was not supposed to happen. but we were lucky. Faolan did his job then?"
"The Bull's companions were... indestructable," the paladin complained. "They got away but I believe Barbod has been killed."
"Good, good. My plan is working perfectly..."
"Also, I overheard two renegades headed for Peregrine. They go to pull the Black Falcons into this war of yours."
"Ah yes... fools doing the work for me. Ready the Serpent. We head out for the Dragon Master isle at dawn... to warnthem of a treacherous Falcon attack."
The riders turned and parted. Breck sat shocked and stymied at the news he'd heard.