Chapter 1:

*Cling* *Clang* *gruff gruff*

"Ha, you cannot possibly defeat me Jeremiah! I am the swift, there is not one brute force that can catch me." Proclaimed Sir Michael the Swift as he sparred with Sir Jeremiah of the Bear, they seemed to be in a tense lock of swords and shields or at least in the case of Sir Jeremiah a sword and pieces of a shield. "I don't need to catch you Michael, I simply have to break your sword arm!" exclaimed Jeremiah with a deep breath of air he stepped around Sir Michael and delivered a knockout haymaker. Without any warning, Sir Michael dropped like a sack of potatoes onto the ground without any resistance.

*Clap Clap Clap*

"Excellent move brother! Perhaps next time you can tone down your punch strength maybe, a concussion isn't too good for our brother's waning brain cell count" Prince Jon jeered towards his sparring brothers. Jeremiah quipped back, "Perhaps if you stopped sticking your nose into books thicker than your skull you could fight like a man instead of simply shying away from combat like a child"

"Prince!" exclaimed a booming voice, "I come bearing grave news, the sorcerer Reivynn of the Raven has been identified in the Far East! From our preliminary reports from our scouts it appears that he has mustered the tribes of Keen Ching and Ced Chong." From behind the bantering brothers was a rather stocky yet incredibly muscular woman dressed in ivory armour with a gold helmet tucked under the crutch of her arm.

"Captain, that is indeed grave news." Replied Prince Jon.

"Who then would you like me to summon? Perhaps assembling a war cabinet is best, shall I muster up Commander Bappy from whichever Gallican woman's bed he has decided to hibernate in? Or perhaps the Admiral?" Asked the Captain of the Guards, Aaliana Labradoge.

*oompf*

"URGH, dammit Jeremiah! Next time try not to strike me so hard!" cried out Sir Michael, as he was slowly helped up to his feet by a petite raven haired lady.

"Thank you, Admiral Rose" thanked Sir Michael, as he stood to retrieve his bow, quiver and long sword.

"Captain Labradoge, there is no need to summon me. Consider me well versed in recent events considering that it was my naval scouts that noticed the dark sorcerer's movements in the Far East." Commented Admiral Rose, almost accusingly at the Captain, their rivalry was icy at best.

"Absolutely right, Admiral Rose, but perhaps you would like to enlighten our Prince of your recent training exercises with the Skandians?" Captain Aaliana shot back.

Breaking the exchange with a deep sigh Prince Jon declared, "Ladies, now is not the time to squabble over your differences. Summon my war cabinet, muster up Commander Bappy and Sergeant Kiichiro from whatever deep slumber they lie in from their late night festivities!"

"Oh and one more thing, get Chef Daven to cook me up a good meal. Combat makes me hungry as hell" continued the Prince.

Almost immediately, Sir Jeremiah and Sir Michael cried out, "We second that motion!"