The fields were soaked to the roots in gore, smoke filled the air. Dragonscale stood unaided, one Kingdom against the gathered forces of the Dark Horselords and their allied nations. Soon the forces swarmed upon Dragonscale, taking all to their graves. Steven rested on his throne, wiping blood from his eyes, gazing across the throne room at Queen Winnowill, who was not quite� herself. Many a day has passed since Winnowills Quest had begun. Things were now more dire than ever. So much has happened. This clash at Dark Alliance was for her� for the Queen. After seeing the Irekei Shaman, Daelwyn the Seer, and the will of the Panther� all signs indicate the truth being� the Queen carries the blood of Morloch� and perhaps Mordoth� is somehow, her brother. Slamming his fist upon the padded arm rest of the throne� �Damn them!� Steven shouts in frustration, his voice echoing through the great room �I needed that tree to stage my attacks upon Mordoth!� By killing the creature, gathering his blood, bones, eyes, and other parts� perhaps Archimedes could make a potion to drive this evil from her, save her from her� father� who seeks her for himself. This day though, had not come to pass. Dark Alliance did seek refuge under the banner of the Dark Horselords, and in turn a great defensive army was amassed with them and their allies, the hope defeated. The Kingdom would re gather, and re strengthen to fight again. |