Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-24736819-20170324010413

As the leaders of the armies gathered by nightfall, the preparations of the upcoming battle were tasked to their right hands.

"So, any word from the city? Does Perien showed his face?", Doraleous asked the scouts.

"I did not saw King Perien, sir. Their defenses are as solid as ever, Daggerfall's being guarded by green soldiers, though. You can see in their faces that some didn't even reached adulthood.", Storig's scout reported.

"What about you?", Princess Balla turned to her own scout.

"I spotted a few good weaknesses on the walls and made a map of the weakest links on their defenses...", the man of small stature placed a map of the city over the table.

(I kinda depend on killing Damian to continue Farrun's story, so anytime now...XD)

"I can assure you, Prince Balin, Geel is almost as capable as I am. His training in the arts of the arcane cannor be matched by anyone but myself, of course. I had my adventures, I am old and bitter, but the young Geel is still filled with that spark of adventure.", Gaelesil explained.

"I don't know about this... She saw you and not him.", the gigantic breton scratched his head.

"True, but perhaps the dream shouldn't be taken so literally. Geel being there and helping you is, in a way, as if I was there myself. He can deal with your situation and return to me when it is finished.", the elven lord sounded very content with how things turned out.

Balin looked to Fiandrael, who, in return, stared back at him and shrugged, nodding.

"Very well, then. We appreciate the help. Both of yours.", the Prince got up, "But we must depart as soon as possible, because as I said before: time is of the essence. Are you ready, mr. Geel? I suppose you should be, after you were the one to suggest..."

Geel nodded before Balin could finish his train of thought, "I'll fetch my knapsack and meet you at  he docks."

He bowed to all of the inhabitants of the room before disappearing further into the house.

"I'll take you to the docks, c'mon, Prince. Seer.", Lord Gaelesil commented and indicated the path with his right hand.

Soon enough the trio saw itself out of the house and into the streets of Balfiera. All eyes turned to the weirs group of people and Fiandrael hated every single second of that walk, but luckily she was doning her purple robe.

"I must say, I wasn't expecting much from this visit to the island, Lord Gaelesil... You have proven me wrong and I thank you for that. You not only helped my beloved, but also provided means to fight the terror that plagues