The ships pulled up onto the shore, all bearing the Night Elf Crest.
Not far behind them was the fleet of ships bearing the Orc Crest. From the
Elvish boats came Devist and Enowa, followed by Devist's knights. From the
rest of the elvish boats came 5000 archers, 3000 huntresses, 1000 chims,
3000 hipogryph riders, 2000 of each druid, and 700 wisps. The orcish boats
brought the same numbers, with 200 peons.
"What is the meaning of this Devist? You were banned from this land!" yelled one of the dock workers.
"I have come with what I promised, an army of friends to crush the undead. Has the Kings pride blinded him enough that he cannot see foe from friend?"
"You disobeyed his direct order Devist, that is treason. But if these people are truly here to help, then go, I won't be responsible for our city's fall."
"So Devist, you have returned." Said the King as Devist entered the throne room.
"Yes my lord, and I've brought what I promised, the army is standing ready."
"Well too bad for them, they are going to die. I do not trust Orcs or Elves, for they do not truly exist. All I have to do is sign this little sheet and they will all die."
"Then you are a fool, and are not fit to rule this land."
"Watch your mouth Devist, the only reason you are still alive is because of me!"
"Now THAT is wrong. I am alive because everyone except you realizes we need the other two armies to win this war. You are not fit to rule, all you can bring to its people is death and pain."
Devist drew out a long, slender knife just as he finished speaking, then stabbed the King deep into his heart.
"You are a fool Devist, without me, this world will fail."
"We'll see about that"
Devist turned from the King and left him to die.
"It's done Enowa, he's dead."
"Don't worry Devist, he deserved it and everyone knows it!"
"Yes, he said he was going to have you all killed, I had to do something."
"Come Devist, come and see how the tower and protectors are coming along! Forget the King, we have a war to win!"
"How many towers and protectors up so far?" asked Devist to one of the peasant watchers.
"100 or so towers and a little over twenty protectors sir."
"Good, good, any news from the forts I told to return?"
"No sir."
"Devist, sir!" yelled a messenger on horseback, "3 forts have been attacked and destroyed! All that is left of all the forts is on its way here now!"
"I knew this would happen! You, peasant, go make sure there are priests standing ready for them!"
The peasant nodded and ran off.
"Where's Arabella?"
"Right here sir," came a voice from behind Devist, "I was just helping train the men."
"Ahh, do you know if our fort was attacked?"
"Yes sir, we were. But we only lost about twenty men in the attack and retreat."
"Mmm, well that's good. Have them rested up and continue training, we need our men as good as possible."
"Yes sir."
"Devist?"
"Yes Enowa?"
"I have something to give you. This was ment to be given to you a long time ago, but the messenger I sent was chased away. It's a katana. 3 feet long, dragon metal blade, ebony hilt, and black roc leather grip. Along the blade is elvish, I believe you can read it."
"I can, this is very fine writing, as if made by a quill, but this is also the strongest metal known."
"I had to use magic to get it, no quill could move that metal, even when hot."
"Ahh, well I believe it says "The true King shall ride against his father's bane.
Well now, that's odd. It's as if you knew this day would come!"
"I may be an elf Devist, but I do not have the gift of foresight. It was my lord, Lenoria, that told me what he saw."
"Ahh. Well thank you Enowa, I wish I had something to give you in return!"
"Think nothing of it Devist, think nothing of it." Enowa smiled
"What is the meaning of this Devist? You were banned from this land!" yelled one of the dock workers.
"I have come with what I promised, an army of friends to crush the undead. Has the Kings pride blinded him enough that he cannot see foe from friend?"
"You disobeyed his direct order Devist, that is treason. But if these people are truly here to help, then go, I won't be responsible for our city's fall."
"So Devist, you have returned." Said the King as Devist entered the throne room.
"Yes my lord, and I've brought what I promised, the army is standing ready."
"Well too bad for them, they are going to die. I do not trust Orcs or Elves, for they do not truly exist. All I have to do is sign this little sheet and they will all die."
"Then you are a fool, and are not fit to rule this land."
"Watch your mouth Devist, the only reason you are still alive is because of me!"
"Now THAT is wrong. I am alive because everyone except you realizes we need the other two armies to win this war. You are not fit to rule, all you can bring to its people is death and pain."
Devist drew out a long, slender knife just as he finished speaking, then stabbed the King deep into his heart.
"You are a fool Devist, without me, this world will fail."
"We'll see about that"
Devist turned from the King and left him to die.
"It's done Enowa, he's dead."
"Don't worry Devist, he deserved it and everyone knows it!"
"Yes, he said he was going to have you all killed, I had to do something."
"Come Devist, come and see how the tower and protectors are coming along! Forget the King, we have a war to win!"
"How many towers and protectors up so far?" asked Devist to one of the peasant watchers.
"100 or so towers and a little over twenty protectors sir."
"Good, good, any news from the forts I told to return?"
"No sir."
"Devist, sir!" yelled a messenger on horseback, "3 forts have been attacked and destroyed! All that is left of all the forts is on its way here now!"
"I knew this would happen! You, peasant, go make sure there are priests standing ready for them!"
The peasant nodded and ran off.
"Where's Arabella?"
"Right here sir," came a voice from behind Devist, "I was just helping train the men."
"Ahh, do you know if our fort was attacked?"
"Yes sir, we were. But we only lost about twenty men in the attack and retreat."
"Mmm, well that's good. Have them rested up and continue training, we need our men as good as possible."
"Yes sir."
"Devist?"
"Yes Enowa?"
"I have something to give you. This was ment to be given to you a long time ago, but the messenger I sent was chased away. It's a katana. 3 feet long, dragon metal blade, ebony hilt, and black roc leather grip. Along the blade is elvish, I believe you can read it."
"I can, this is very fine writing, as if made by a quill, but this is also the strongest metal known."
"I had to use magic to get it, no quill could move that metal, even when hot."
"Ahh, well I believe it says "The true King shall ride against his father's bane.
Well now, that's odd. It's as if you knew this day would come!"
"I may be an elf Devist, but I do not have the gift of foresight. It was my lord, Lenoria, that told me what he saw."
"Ahh. Well thank you Enowa, I wish I had something to give you in return!"
"Think nothing of it Devist, think nothing of it." Enowa smiled