"Master Jorron," he said smoothly, "My noble scouts report a massive army headed this way. The Capital will not survive a full siege. I advise taking the battle to the keep of Shardon."
"Well, well, Renovin, I did not think you Elves had enough brain power to figure that out. Well done." said king Jorron, his cruel words stinging the Elf.
"Now then, we must make haste to Shardon. We must reach it before our enemy does."
Graynar and Boldan looked at eachother; The Scorpian knights were coming!
Not far away
Scorponis lead his horde through the plains and farms. The cool wind stinging their eyes. Soon the army stopped to rest. Scorponis sneaked off into the forest. He was meeting someone there.
"So, where are your soldiers?" said Scorponis.
A horrible rusty voice slithered out of the helmet;
"They are here." it replied.
"Of course Oreck, you old friend. I knew that." said Scorponis, and suddenly hundreds of soldiers appeared.