A dark and foul moon breathed gentle light onto the castle of Arien, while swirling mist covered the darkened plains of Woodenshade. The Orcs became restless as the sound of Paladin's armour echoed through the darkness. They waited still in the trees; waiting for Prince Leinhart's order to advance. Leinhart stood tall in the white moonlight with his tuxedo and his father's Bone Slicer in hand. His tuxedo was stained with the blood of the bastards that killed his beloved Morene.
Morene had been killed before his very eyes by the 'Lord Honourable Kendal' and his 'Honourable Royal Patriarchs'. A tear came to his eye and glistened in the light and fell to the ground with an infinite love for her. "Sire, are you ok" echoed the voice of Devald the Prince's personal adviser and close friend. "….Fine Devald…. It's just that"
"You still love her don't you"
"Even beyond the grave my love still burns with the same intensity as before", " Everyone charge!!!"