Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-24736819-20170106034206

(Do you have any plans for Damian or can I...'accident' him? XD)

The Prince promptly rode to meet his sibling, not wishing to let fate be the ruler of his destiny... Interesting enough, Lisbeth had other plans in mind.

"Surely, I hear that King Julien is a dangerous opponent.", Balin remarked, "But I hope she joins us for dinner, we had a lovely conversation last time I was here."

He stopped for a few moments, "I apologize for being so blunt, your grace, but are you alright?"

"Jehanna, at last.", Donel commented, "Vattier come with me, we'll retrieve Lady Bathou from the dungeons. The rest of you await for my command."

Hurriedly, the two Knights of the Seaborn sneaked into the city, unaware of what was about to happen.

All was going according to his plans and Eirearch decided to set things in motion at last.

"We've waited for too long, my friends! A lesser race controlled these fine lands and even when you were in your weakest, you were able to deal with them easily.", the general started, "We'll wreak havoc into these lands and we'll take them for us, you all have been trained and equiped properly, so now it is our time to show the humans that they are nothing but cattle to us!"

Eirearch's special eight stood behind him as their army of reborn knights and warriors cheered upon their new leader's words. The long, raven haired elf once again put on his dreadful helmet and raised his sword as he led the heavily armored vampires towards their next target: the Black Tower.

...

Meanwhile, back at Farrun.

"They are coming and we cannot fight them and fight the incoming armies of the High King, Tormund.", Duke Vladir's deep voice was a rarity, but times like those made the Vampire quite talkative.

"Yesss, milordsss, Eirearch won't stop with the Tower, though... He'll want more! And more! Hisss thirsssty isss never sssatisssfied...", Dulàn commented.

"That gave me an interesting idea... How many does he has backing him up, Dulàn?", Tormund stroked his beard.

"I would sssay sssomething around ssseventy or sssixsssty vampires, my liege.", the ugly excuse for a being informed.

"And they'd follow you if Eirearch had been dealt with, Vladir?", the King asked.

"Without doubt.", Vladir Draluc nodded.

"Then he might just have given us the upperhand in our battle against the High King.", Tormund slammed his fist over the table and smiled as he read his brother's letter once again.