Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Fantasy

In the ominous glow of the morning sunrise, the waking soldiers ready themselves. No songs, no motivating speeched. Just silence. The warm orange hue of the morning daybreak, being darkend as storm clouds jad covered the sky quickly. "This battle will be history of the making." One man spoke out. Knights of the king, heavily weighed down by glistening silver polished armour upon the breastplate was a carving of a serpant, Brightened with a green paint. "On yer feet soldiers!" Knight captain Orian Keshal yelled out. His deep voice thunderous tone. Fighting the king's war was a gathering of many creatures that lived in tge kingdom, elves, dwarves, orcs, and humans alike. These were how most battles had been fought, by those not even knighted to tge kingdom, pushed to give their lives to a banner forced over their lands, as the greedy king took what it was he wanted to be his. Then there were those that had not fought for a bannrr, but for the greed of money. One Mercinary group known as the Crows. Their valuable, most favorable fighter, Iroh "Mors" Solian. An elven fighter, who was a jack of all trades, best with a short sword and use of close range magik use. "Where are the Crows!" Orian's voice bellowed out. Amongst the many faces and faamily crests, no one had ever seen the Crows until they were truely needed.. If the Kings personal soldiers were looking for them something was definetly wrong. The voices of everyone murmured throughout the troops. "Ser, the crows set their own camp elsewhere" A yiung messanger boy spoke out, stepping foreward. Hearing this voice giving the news, Orian's eyes narrowed in anger, his pearl blue eyes bit a cold stare over the child, as his hand gripped his throat, a gurking gasp of air let out as the boy struggled. "Boy. you are going to get them for us. If they will not ve here soon. they will be our ene-" Orian's voice was interupted. Every knight following the captain, and every on looker had not spoken up to the man's actions. "You need not bother the boy. Let him go." A deep demonic like voice spoke out, crimson red gued eyes glew in the darkness of the stormy day as the man stepped forward, the knights drawing their swords and spears quickly surrounding the hodded man. "I am Knight captain Orian. Who are ye to tell me what to do" Orian spoke out, anger touching his voice as he spoke throwing the young boy to the ground. Coughing could be heard as the child crawled back away getting to his feet quickly. "You wanted the crows.. i would not seek a fight with them knight captain" Mors spoke out lowering his hood. his elven ears twitched, as his ashy hued hair fell along the nape of his neck. His Soft white, yet softly tanned skin covered in years worth of scars, four apong his face. one going down along his left eye, stopping jist above the cheek. Three claw marked scars along the right sode of his face ending at his neck at his shoulder. "Do not anger me Knife ear. What is it you want?" the captain bit drawing his sword half way out of the sheath.