Thy battles were fierce in the desert heat. Our first commencement of hostilities was but a letdown, as we were felled, bloody to the sands. Regrouping at the Castle, we march back with haste, this clash was in our favor, but alas, the Irekei return quickly. After many incursions on our Lords and Ladies of the Kingdom, as if the Khar desert sand itself came alive, the enemy washed down the sandy hill, and once again we fell to our death. Alas, I do not know what happened after, I lay, my side split and bleeding from the axe of a fierce white minotaur, mortally wounded in the Castle; I feared the worse as I desperately called for the Kingdom to return once again to battle. As I lost consciousness, the Kingdom was desperately forming, knowing every moment that passed, we were closer to defeat. I feared the worse, I feared it was over for us, and when I awoke, I learned that it in fact was. The chance to recover the scale of the Dragon, failed� the day will come again. |