Day 53 of the 397th Year of the Second Age

There are few things as great as riding a beast as it soars high above the trees and mountains. The winged people of Valkyrie City know it, my father new it when he would ride his griffin into battle, Queen Reva knew it when she befriended the dragon Ska’baath. Yet riding on a wyvern is always a risk that robs you of the joy of flight. They can be “tamed”, but they are headstrong and easily angered and have been known to eat their riders if provoked.
Our plan was to first visit the hunting forest near Nah. It is home to a few large nests of wyverns. An odd thing to see, large beasts with massive bat-like wings, scaled skin, a serpents neck and a monsters mouth with far too many teeth nesting in large communities. They are like birds in that they only have wings and a pair of talons that they can use to grab their prey, be it a man or a cow. Their tails double the length of their bodies and end with a poisonous stinger that would kill you instantly if the stinger wasn’t already as large as a sword. These were Nah’s faithful steeds of the skies, when they decided to behave.
Our master handler was already gathering as many wyverns’ as he could and we would need every one that we could get. As we gathered outside the forest there were twenty wyverns of various size being fitted with specially designed saddles. It was the most I had ever seen gathered at once and I wondered if they knew their home was under attack. They kept looking towards the forest as if they were expecting something.
A loud crash followed by shouts came from within the forest and startled the wyverns that were assembled. A few handlers were slowly backing out of the forest as a large wyvern made its way into the open. By no means was it the largest of the wyverns assembled, but it did look the meanest. A scar from a battle gave it a very distinct face and eye. Despite the slash it seemed as if it could see very clearly from it’s left eye. It glared at any who dared approach it and knocked a few handlers down with it’s tail. A few more handlers came in to calm it and I marveled at the way it moved and constantly repositioned itself in case it wanted to take on all the handlers.
I felt compelled to move towards it, to challenge its authority. Dittroth tried to follow by my side but I’d have none of it. I knew the beast needed to see strength and after my battles and the sense of urgency I was feeling much less fear and much more hunger for the battle ahead. It fixed its eyes on me and moved towards me with its teeth flashing. I pushed a few objecting handlers out of the way and continued to try and stare down the wyvern. It moved in to smell me and paused within arms reach. It took me a moment to realize it was waiting for me to pet it. I realized then that my steed had chosen me and I’d be flying into battle.
The strategy itself was simple, use the wyvern’s to panic and dismantle the enemy battle formations. This would allow our ground forces to take their time when attacking as they avoid any potential traps set by the burrow beasts. My biggest concern now was what they had planned for our wyvern attacks. I had some experience riding through the air, but never in combat. I trusted my wyvern but was worried that I would not be able to stay on if it took a sudden turn to avoid an arrow or spell. I knew that this battle would define my reign as king. Win and I would be championed as a strong ruler. Lose and it would be my death.
My army was about an hour away from Nah and we could see the plumes of smoke from the battle. My troops presented themselves for inspection with their captains in front of each squad. I walked by each group nodding and saluting, making sure they could see the courage and pride in my eyes. They looked as if they needed me to boost their morale. They hadn’t been able to breach the lines as Nah burned and their pride was under assault as much as Nah was under attack.
“Warriors of Nah, today we head into battle to save our kingdom from a cowardly force that attacked without warning, without provocation. But we must not fear for they are merely soldiers, they take their orders and do as they’re told without a second thought. We are warriors of the great Kingdom of Nah. We fight with honor, we are cunning, strong, and never without compassion. When we fight it is with a righteous fury as if unleashed by the gods themselves. Today, for their crimes against our kingdom, we will fight with honor, we will fight with passion, and we will show them the gods fury for what they have tried to do to Nah!” My passion and rage poured through my voice and my army felt it as they let out cheers and raised their weapons to salute me. We had been betrayed by our neighbors, they had invaded our home and tried to steal everything that was and is precious to us.
I turned back to my personal guard and went over the strategy with them again. Captain Engus was to lead a detachment of troops around our flank to the north to keep any reinforcements from arriving and to apply pressure on their line. Dittroth was to head the foot assault while I put O’Har in charge of the cavalry that was going to act as the spear tip. I pitied the Rangers and the armies of Elstat for they would be crushed by O’Har and any that survived would have to face Dittroth. Slate was going to maneuver the archers constantly to ensure they always had the proper distance. Jounas and Faye were to stay close to the archers and act as the commanding officers. I had no real idea what to do with Leslie and Siobhan, a dual personality does not help one plan a strategy when you don’t know which one is going to show up. She made the decision for us when she summoned a Krat, an animal that was a kitten with the wings of a bird and about the same size as a griffin. It was a legendary creature used in children’s stories that most believed didn’t exist. I wondered if she could simply summon anything from her mind.
I moved back to the wyvern riders and mounted my steed, whom I had named Rait which meant “rage” in the old language. He lowered his body so I could mount him properly. I handler gave me a long spear that could be called a lance if one didn’t know any better. We watched as the column of soldiers made their way towards Nah. They would need a head start but we would start be the first to battle. I felt calm, but the anxiety was growing and Rait could feel it. I kept him calm but was forced to let him stretch his wings and fly above the forest. The other wyverns followed suit and flew in a “w” formation as we circled the forest top. A tug of the reins and Rait climbed high into the sky. We would dive and attack, hopefully catching our enemy off guard and making for some easy kills.
As we headed towards Nah we could see our army lining up, preparing for the battle. We were too high up, the archers from the Rangers never saw us until it was too late. Rait dove and we accelerated at speeds I don’t see outside of nightmares. I was scared but also excited, I had never felt such a rush. Rait bowled through a squad of archers and I drove my spear into the head of one. Their archers and mages were focused on me and Rait and could not react in time to fend off the other wyverns. Rait had somehow managed to stab an archer clean through and as we climbed again he carried the body with us for a moment before dropping it on the Ranger’s scattering forces.
A few arrows whizzed past us before we were out of range again. I could see the battle beginning below. As the wyverns climbed Slate launched a volley of arrows to finish off the archers and even a few mages. Siobhan was no longer wearing her hat as she circled the battlefield- Leslie had decided to take over the battle. As my army advanced she cast a spell from her Krat that shook the ground violently. Dittroth struggled to control the troops who thought the world was ending. At first I didn’t understand what she was doing, but when I saw pockets of the earth collapse in upon themselves I understood. Leslie had exposed the traps and now the troops could charge without fear.
I watched from high up, the unmistakable form of O’Har and his black wolf leading the charging cavalry with Dittroth surging shortly behind, the infantry struggling to keep up. A few battle mages tried to throw lightning and fire at O’Har, but his wolf darted and leapt over the attacks, jumping past the trenches as he bellowed a challenge at the infantry in his path. They held, but even from my vantage point I could see their fear at such a terrible charge. The cavalry was well trained, leaping over the trenches of spikes and avoiding the burrow beasts the waited to ambush them.
O’Har’s strategy had worked and it was one I didn’t understand until I saw the effects of his charge. With a command his wolf jumped over the spears of the front line and he crashed into the second line slicing huge chunks of flesh with his axes. The front line surprised and now frightened gave way just a little and that was all the cavalry of Nah needed to begin the slaughter. Their enemy’s spears no longer in proper position was a mistake they would never have a chance to make as lances slammed into their chests and helmets. My cavalry rode through their enemies with a passion and fury not seen on Rybia in many centuries.
The trenches that the burrow beast had dug quickly became their graves. With no prey falling into the pits with them they were easy targets for foot soldiers with spears and halberds. Some tried to flee but I watched as they were slaughtered as they dug deeper into the ground. Again, one spell from Leslie the storm mage had completely altered the course of a battle, this time turning it into a route. Rait suddenly became uneasy, shaking me from watching the battle below to see the one developing in front of me.
A couple of flocks of griffins were headed towards me and Rait was eager to meet the challenge. I raised my spear and the other wyvern riders formed into our attack formation. Foolishly I led the charge thinking I can handle an aerial battle during my first fight in the skies. As Rait climbed I noticed that they had two lines of griffins, only too late did I realize they had archers in the as well as those with similar long spears. Rait’s powerful wings gave us altitude, but we quickly had to drop to avoid a volley of arrows. I heard a scream that was quickly fading and couldn’t look knowing one of my riders had lost control of his wyvern and fallen to his demise.
Rait’s speed forced me to lower my spear to make sure I could hold onto the saddle. Unable to properly defend myself I saw two griffin riders dive after us. The griffins were fast but could not keep up as I summoned my courage once more and pulled back on Rait causing him to climb. We ended up catching an updraft and surging towards the backline of archers. They noticed and launched a few arrows but couldn’t unload as two of their own griffins were in the firing line. We rose up just as they were drawing long swords. Rait’s long neck made quick strikes, catching hold of one griffin’s wing and tearing it off in a show of power. Another griffin close be caught Rait’s neck with it’s beak but a few strong thrusts from my spear sent that griffin back down to Rybia.
We found ourselves being slowly overwhelmed as we were outnumbered and the other wyvern riders had not yet been able to break thru the line of griffins. Before we could dive or climb the two riders had caught up with us from behind and two more archers had put away their bows and were urging their griffins forward to aid in the attack. Rait’s tail was raised like a scorpion’s, but our escape was cut off and our foes knew that as soon as he struck with the tail they could move in for the kill. Rait took the initiative and struck one of the archers in front of us. I took my spear and threw it with all my might at one of our pursuers who were now behind us. It was an awkward throw, but it found its mark in the shoulder of one of the riders with spears. He seemed to take the spear wound intentionally, as if he wasn’t about to give up the position he had earned.
They struck with their spears and Rait let out a screech as I tried to force him down so we could try to outrun them again. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Leslie approaching us, her hands moving and creating an arc of energy in the air just above her. With a gesture she flung lightning at the group of warriors in front of her. She knew that wyverns had a high tolerance for lightning and that griffins didn’t possess such natural resistance. A few of the archer griffins felt a little of the effects too, but so did I and I lost control of the reins. The one I had wounded slashed with his spear and I was ready with my shield. It was unfortunate that this was my first battle, I might have known better than to forget about protecting the saddle. It was a glancing blow for Rait but the main strap of the saddle was broke. He smiled and waved goodbye as the strap broke and fell off as Rait fought off three attackers.
“Rait!” I yelled hoping that he suddenly spoke my language. The spin of my body forced me to look down as I sped towards oblivion. I prayed to Queen Reva, I prayed to the Old Gods: Alta the Creator and Lotha the Healer. I watched the ground coming closer and realized we had drifted and now I was falling over the palace walls. I could see Sethral on the battlements launching spells and shouting orders as I sped towards him. He looked up just as I was about to yell to him but I never got out a word. I felt powerful talons grab my torso, crushing a couple of ribs as my body once again found a center of gravity. Rait had saved me and my Kingdom from doom but I was finished for the rest of the battle.
Rait seemed to know where to take me as he brought me inside the palace walls and dropped me into the hands of some guards before coming to a rest in the courtyard. The battle above was dissipating as the wyvern’s slowly overpowered their griffin counterparts. A royal healer rushed to aid me as a few battle weary guards smiled and saluted. Many heroes were made this day as the forces sieging my Kingdom withdrew to regroup. They still had the upper hand but they had suffered a huge setback by allowing Nah’s main force to reunite with the city’s defenders. They knew they were running out of time before reinforcements from Granic arrived and attacked their flank.
“I was beginning to worry that you were dead,” Sethral limped down the stairs from the palace walls. He was smiling and I caught an air of pride in his sentiment. I didn’t think about it then but writing in my diary makes me realize that I had made him proud by leading a force to rescue the city. “Welcome back my liege.”
“It is good to be home,” I said as we shook hands and the guards cheered. Though none doubted my lineage most thought I was too young and inexperienced to handle a task such as this war. “Are you hurt badly?”
“I am fine, tired and I caught an errant arrow but I am mostly uninjured. And yourself? Did you break a rib with your fall?”
“A few, I think,” I looked up again and shuddered as I thought about my good fortune. I looked around at the guards and took stock of the garrison. It took a few moments before I realized what was out of place. “Where’s General Traich? Why wasn’t he organizing the defenses?”
“He fell yesterday,” Sethral and a few of the guards lowered their heads as the rest of those within hearing distance found their faces turn sullen. “He saved the palace walls but it cost him his life. They were poised to take the palace with their push today but your arrival has stopped that.”
“Traich…” I could not imagine Nah without him. He was like an uncle to me, teaching me many things about combat and about life. I held my emotions firm, but Sethral saw the pain in my eyes. “We will honor him and all people of Nah by breaking this siege and making those who attacked us regret their foolish decision.”
The guards cheered and raised their weapons and Sethral was taken aback by the fire in my eyes. Siobhan floated down on her Krat and landed close to Rait. She stroked his cheek and I saw her whisper into his ear. Then she bounded over to me and threw her arms around my neck. Sethral smiled and shook his head, I didn’t notice the recognition in his eyes.
“Hello Siobhan, how are you?” She turned to him and screamed as she ran and gave him a hug. “What kind of trouble have you gotten my king in to?”
“I might have saved his life a time or two,” she replied as she returned to give me a painful hug. I groaned a little and she realized her folly. “I’m sorry Tritus! Let me take care of that.”
“No wait!...” Siobhan didn’t skip a beat as she kissed my ribs and suddenly they felt better, although they were still broken. I’m still not sure if she cast an enchantment that caused me to forget the pain or if it was just a nice feeling I was having. “Thank you. How are the defenses?”
“They hold, but we need to develop a new strategy now that you are here.” Sethral was taken aback but my abrupt changing of topics, but I had no time to waste and although I liked Siobhan’s company I couldn’t allow myself to be distracted. “Why don’t you return to your quarters, the healers can fix your ribs there and then we can discuss our strategy.”
“I could use some rest,” I suddenly felt very weary as all the riding and fighting finally caught up with me. As we passed the Krat I reached out to touch it only to watch it disappear. I do not think I will ever know the depths of Leslie and Siobhan’s power, but I will always be grateful she is on the side of light. We made our way to my chambers where the royal healer did what he could to heal my ribs as Siobhan sang an elfish song. I slept briefly before Jounas and Sethral entered my chambers to rouse me.
“We hope we’re not interrupting anything.” Both men had smiles on their faces as Jounas spoke. Sometime between me being healed and falling asleep Siobhan had managed to undress me completely. She was naked as well, never bothering to cover up even though she was no longer decent. “Your war room is ready and we need to talk about the upcoming battle.”
“Ok, give me a moment.” They nodded and left the room trying their best to hold in their laughter. Siobhan giggled and I tried to give her a scolding look but my body felt great and so I didn’t really have any problems with waking up naked. I put on my robe and headed out, pausing only to give Siobhan a kiss. I made my way to the war room and saw the serious look on everyone’s face. O’Har had a few wounds that needed to be healed, although it is minotaur custom to leave wounds open until the battle is done. What is amazing is how good minotaurs are at sieging, they can last for day with simple bandages until a siege is complete one way or another. Slate kept rearranging the archer figures on the walls as he tried to find the perfect formation.
“We will need reinforcements,” Dittroth spoke, not taking his eyes off the map of Nah. He had a fresh scar on his right arm but was otherwise unharmed. I’m sure many of my warriors found their skin a little thicker today. He looked up and smiled when he saw me enter. “I saw two of our riders fall, one to his death, the other survived by the grace of Lotha. I’m glad to see it was you who made it safely.”
“As we all are,” I said knowing what would have happened had I perished. “I’d say I won’t do that again but I don’t think my wyvern, Rait, will let anyone else ride him.”
“Well we’ll have to make sure we construct you a stronger saddle then,” Jounas spoke as we all eyed the map. “But we don’t need reinforcements. If we hold tonight and tomorrow they’ll be forced to retreat as our allies from the east marshal their armies and make their way towards here.”
“Agreed, sometime between now and tomorrow they’ll throw everything they have against us.” Sethral was eyeing the map intently, hoping to spot our enemies strategy before they attacked. “Even with our route today we are still outnumbered three to one. Not terrible odds but it means they have distinct advantages. They may have foreseen a long siege so we should think about what happens if the Kingdom of Elstat uses their burrow beasts to dig underneath our walls. They’ve used that strategy before.”
“We’ll have to keep the archers spread out then, so we don’t lose a block of our range attack if they finally do come up under the walls.” Slate was examining the battle map and shook his head. “When they come up under the walls we’ll lose almost all our range capabilities.”
“Archers aren’t useful in this fight anyways except in their attacks on diving griffins.” I circled around to stand next to him as I spoke. “I can’t have a flurry of errant arrows falling into my city. Many citizens are still hiding in their homes. We have to protect them not force them to choose between our enemies swords or our arrows.”
“He’s right Slate, we need to keep the griffins at bay and that way we can concentrate our defenses on the invading forces. Still, I have another idea.” The men at the table looked at Jounas as he spoke. He smiled and simply shook his head as he tried to build a little suspense. Dittroth’s stoic face slowly hardened and Jounas knew better than to push it any further. “Have you all forgotten that we’re in Nah?”
“Of course not! It is our birth home except for a few of our comrades! What do you mean by this!?” Dittroth was restrained but his outburst made the tension in the air thick as he reminded Jounas that there was nothing funny about the war and it’s casualties.
“It’s simple. We break our fastest warriors into small groups and create a maze of Nah. As their man forces enter the city we attack in small numbers drawing their forces in different directions. Once a group of attackers is drawn through the city in pursuit we can lead them down and alley and ambush them.”
“That may whittle down the force a little but it will hardly defeat the force we are up against.” Sethral interjected, his face grim with knowledge. I knew watching him that he hadn’t spoken of everything that had happened during the attack. “We still have much to deal with.”
“I’ve never known you to keep anything from my father Sethral, so what is it you are keeping from me?” I spoke with an increasing air of authority. Sethral smiled as he looked at me, and for a moment I saw nostalgia in his eyes.
“You are like your father in more ways than you realize. He never backed down from a good fight or a tough choice.” Sethral moved towards my side and looked at me hard before turning to the table again. “What I have left out is what we all dread. They have a High Summoner with them. I do not know his name yet, but it was a beast that he summoned initially that sent the city’s defenses into a panic before it returned to the Abyss.”
“Summoner’s…” O’Har had been waiting outside of the room and spat as he walked in to join the council. Minotaurs didn’t believe in their use as they saw no beast as strong as them. Summoner’s were common, even on the battlefield. They could create beasts out of midair to do the bidding of their masters. High Summoners were different, they had transcended life and death and become one with the outer planes where Gods, demons and angels play. They could summons monsters of mythic legend to fight a battle for them. Although it was often for no more than one battle, for the beasts who reside on those planes one battle could decide a war. They had to have the beasts permission, but most agreed to the thought of fighting on a lesser plane of existence. Few chose to stay on Rybia once they had achieved such power, and part of me had wondered if Siobhan was actually a High Summoner.
“Well we have no choice but to use this strategy and strike at the High Summoner if he decides to make an appearance.” Dittroth spoke as he repositioned the wall guards and the cavalry who were placed along the outskirts of the palace walls. They were to protect the flanks and force the main force into a bottle neck towards the main gate. “I don’t like the idea of forcing all of their forces towards the main gate. It’s the easiest place to defend, and considering our options it’s our best and most likely strategy for defense.”
“Agreed, there is some risk to that, but it is also our best option.” Jounas said as he looked over the city. I watched him instead of the city and as I did something changed in his eyes, an idea was forming. “Maybe we can use that to our advantage. With General Traich gone maybe they will assume that is our strategy and force us into such a defense. However, we can plan a counterattack that they will not expect.”
“What did you have in mind?” Sethral moved closer, wondering what he could have missed.
“We know they will use their burrow beasts to try and dig under our walls. And the High Summoner will probably call upon a great beast or demigod to wreak havoc and shock us. What if we concentrated our attack on blasting through the tunnels they’ve created and strike at their commanders on the other end?”
“Yes! Leading that charge would be a great honor!” O’Har volunteered his services and we all knew there was no one better than a wolf-riding minotaur to wreck havoc through their lines.
“Agreed O’Har, that’s your part to play.” Jounas said as the strategy came together. Sethral looked a little uneasy until he snapped his fingers with a thought.
“With our wyverns we’ll have air superiority, barely, but we’ll need to bring the fight to their beast and send a few towards their command. If we take out the High Summoner, or force him into retreat, the beast goes away and their forces take a huge loss.”
“We’ll still have the palace to defend but I think we’ll take them by surprise.” Dittroth looked up and stared at me, knowing what he had to ask but didn’t want to push me too much despite the necessity of the situation.
“I’ll lead the attack against the beast and break off with a couple of wyverns to strike their leaders.” I didn’t give Dittroth a chance to ask and he was happy with my choice. “We can break the siege in one swift counterattack and once they’ve been broken, I’m sure our allies will arrive and then the rout will be on.”
“Agreed, so get some rest my liege, I’ll inform the captains of their duties.” Dittroth was used to short nights and a quick turnaround of command, I am not. We adjourned the meeting and I headed back towards my room, suddenly very weary and aware of how much I needed sleep. I arrived at my chambers to find them empty and in all of a few minutes I will be asleep. I hope my father is watching over us and is proud of our honor, of our defense of Nah. I will seek his guidance later as I’m certain this war is just beginning.

Day 52 of the 397th Year of the Second Age

I woke early expecting to find the camp and my tent still sleeping. I was wrong on both accounts as Siobhan had already left and my men were preparing to leave. It was still very early and yet somehow I managed to sleep later than everyone else. As a King I should be able to carry myself with a certain amount of respect. I needed to act regal even though I had just slept with one of my travel companions. I am a King, and a man, is it not my right to sleep with whom I choose? Yet I am still young, and I worried I would turn shy or that I would become the butt of jokes. Oddly enough, Siobhan's strange affliction made things easier, albeit quite weird.

"Oooo someone had a good night," the tone was different. Leslie was wearing her hat and had changed back into the powerful sorceress. She bounded up to me all giddy and took me aside as if she had a secret. "Siobhan woke me early this morning and told me what happened. She's quite taken with you and you might want to think about keeping her close to you from now on. I must say you two make a very lovely couple and a good match because she really makes you calm down as King and you make her feel good, you know, down there."

Leslie kissed me on the cheek and then bounded away as Jounas approached with a meager meal of porridge and tea. I found myself rather hungry as he handed me the plate with a wry smile. We exchanged glances and then followed Leslie as she walked around the campsite. She stared curiously at O'Har, I had assumed that she had seen once since she the High Elves were so close to Trethel. Jounas and I found ourselves entranced as she began to flirt with O'Har.

"Didn't she lay with you last night?" Jounas asked, wondering what woman would go from a King to, well, anyone else.

"Well, Siobhan did." I said, almost laughing as I drank my tea. Jounas looked at me with a very puzzled look. All at once it dawned on him and his look turned to one of worrying.

"Uh oh, this could make for a very interesting trip." Jounas paused for a moment as if something else had occurred to him. "Didn't the Council tell us that she is a powerful sorcerer and summoner? I wonder if they split those powers or if the different personalities control one specific talent."

"I hadn't thought of that," I said as I finished my meal. We turned to walk as I sipped my tea and I leaned in to speak a little softer. "I wonder if there are any other personalities."

"It's only two, Leslie and Siobhan," Slate said as he surprised us both. "They are immensely powerful. Leslie is the mage, easily as powerful as a Storm Mage, and Siobhan is a summoner without equal. And they're both completely out of their minds, so we'll see if they're truly helpful."

"Good to know," I said as we made our way to Dittroth. He was already on his horse and was ready to go. I started to feel as if I had taken to long despite it being barely dawn. One of my guards took my plate and cup and by the time I turned around the tent was already folded neatly on the back of another guards horse. A third guard brought me my horse and we sped off in the hopes that we would be able to outrun the roving warriors from the south.

As we made our way across the plains we came upon the Hunter's Forest and decided our fastest path back towards Nah was to skirt along the northern edge of the forest. That way if we were attacked by superior forces we could slip into the forest and make our way through it. As we moved along the northern edge of the forest we could see the Three Mountains Shrine off in the distance to the north and it appeared a small force of some kind was there. We knew they would never be able to catch us if they noticed our force and we were of an equal size. We passed along the outskirts of the town of Egress. Armed warriors met us as we rode by and we asked what news of Nah.

"Large force is attacking, but the city is holding. You don't want to go that way unless you have to," their leader said as he looked us over.

"I am the King, my people need me." I said coolly, and with that we rode. I had dallied too long this morning, I should have broken camp earlier. A King cannot make mistakes, cannot misjudge a problem. Because if he does, his entire Kingdom feels it. Had we left an hour earlier we could have made beaten our enemies to the proper position.

As we rode past the town our force rose over a hill and the lead soldier stopped and gave the signal for us to do the same. At full charge it was too late, we were at the top of the hill, banners above a few of my men. About a thousand feet away we could see a large force of cavalry, foot soldiers, some plains wolves and an assortment of archers and other support troops. In a moment we were spotted, they had been waiting for us. We figured they were a part of the main attack force sent to outflank and surrounded Nah while cutting off its King from reaching Nah and leading His people.

They charged before properly getting into formation, they had a superior force and were not worried about losing a few soldiers here if it meant eliminating or capturing a King. Their charge gave us little time to react and to decide.

"Make for the woods!" We rode hard, still heading towards Nah but away from the onslaught. Plains wolves were quickly closing the gap, their mouths snarling, their white fur hiding their muscle movements.

"My liege, we must protect your rear, order me to stay behind to buy you the time to leave!" Dittroth was at my side, pushing his steed faster than it thought possible.

"No! I need your counsel and your sword. Order the royal guard to defend our rear and then to flee once we are in the woods." I knew that if I let Dittroth stay he would die, and I will need his sword and leadership later. We rode hard towards the forest as Dittroth formed the line for the royal guards. My most trusted soldiers, I knew them all by name. They were friends, on some levels. I will not forget them and I will pray to Queen Reva and the Light of Ages that some may survive. Dittroth lagged behind, he had finished setting up the rear defense but he was not running his horse at full speed. As the royal guards commander he wanted to lead them in battle. Remembering his duty he turned back to push his horse to higher limits again.

The plains wolves mouths foamed at the sight of pray. There were ten of them, with a lot of cavalry storming close behind them. The cavalry figured the mounted royal guard would be like a speed bump, barely slowing them down. They had never faced warriors from Nah in open combat. My guard let out primal screams and charged the plains wolves, their spears lowered for the skill. A few of the wolves jumped just before they met my guard, knocking a couple of guards off their horses. I turned and focused again on my riding, we were almost to the woods and should be able to make it to the Great Fortress by nightfall. And then on to Nah.

When we finally reached the forest we paused to see how much distance we had from our hunters. My royal guard still fought, although they were quickly being overwhelmed. Four plains wolves were already seeking new game. I knew they were actually fast enough to pursue us through the woods. I nodded to Slate who readied his archers and then I looked at Jounas who needed no instruction. We were all surprised to see Leslie off her mouse steed walking towards the wolves. I was about to call her back when I heard her chanting.

She started to wave her arms as she chanted, making great motions in the air. Rybia began to shake, violently as if Leslie was commanding some great force we could not see. She motioned in the air faster and faster and then pushed some invisible force towards the predators. An invisible wall of some sort a hundred feet across flew from her hands. The ground rippled greatly as the earth exploded underneath it. The wolves tried to stop in fear but were too close and the wall was too quick. They were slammed by the invisible force as if hit by a large wave in the sea. They rolled back as their bodies were broken on the ground and from the force. The blast pushed all the way to where my guard was fighting, but by then it had weakened severely and it only managed to knock a few of the warriors down. It was a surreal sight, and it was my first witness to the power of a Storm Mage. I shudder to think about what manner of beasts Siobhan can summon.

Leslie mounted her odd steed and we rode into the Hunter's Forest. It is known as the Hunter's Forest not simply because there was plenty of game to hunt, but also because it tested every hunter who chose to ride through it. The game animals were fast and elusive and required many day of tracking. The forest sometimes came alive, attacking intruders who dared enter the woods. Beasts that were most certainly not game also hunted here and they did not care if you are a hunter or prey or a predator smaller than it, they will feed on you all the same.

We did not have long to make it to the other side of the forest, but you cannot lose your focus in this place even for a moment. I barely reacted in time to block the massive paw with my shield. The force knocked me cleanly off my steed and into Faye who was riding close beside me. We both fell to the forest floor, destroying some brush and losing all air in our lungs as our weight met with Rybia. Our horses reared and our party tried to find some semblance of an organized defense.

They were Garrol's, large beasts that look similar to monkey's only much much larger, about the size of a horse. The feet can kick through a castle gate and their hands are disproportionately large with sharp nails at the ends of their fingers. Their tails are long and can grab even a stout man and lift him off the ground. Small barbs cover the tail slicing you as it squeezes the life from your lungs. The strength is not to be underestimated either, as strong as ogres they can rip you limb from limb with barely any effort. And something else I forgot which I wish I had remembered. They hunt in packs.

"Look out Tritus!" Jounas yelled as one of the beasts burst through the woods and stood over me. His drool splashed onto my helm as I tried to draw my sword in a feeble attempt to ward him off. I heard Faye chant something and the beast fell to a bout of sneezing and confusion giving me enough time to run to the defensive circle.

"We have to get out of here my liege!" Dittroth slashed at a third beast as two more tried to encircle Faye and myself. I saw Slate draw his bow and lead his archers in a precision attack meant to drive away the Garrols. O'Har was fighting with one of the beasts who had already managed to wrap it's tail around his forearm that held sword. This played into O'Har's hands as he unleashed a quick flurry of swings with his axe hand that sliced open the monster in several places and tore open its chest. The Garrol fell back a few steps before falling to the ground as it bled out.

"Get out of there Tritus!" Slate yelled as arrows flew around Faye and I. We hurried back to our steeds as the Garrols decided they had suffered enough and began to retreat, letting out a few primal screams before they left. We quickly remounted our steeds and rode hard through the rest of the forest. Faye tried to catch up with O'Har to heal him, but there was no catching him at this point. He had found his first taste of combat and he didn't want to forget it so soon.

We cleared the forest after another half hour of riding. Our steeds were tired and had suffered minor cuts from charging through the forests but it was too soon to stop. The clouds were thick today. Not clouds, smoke. Nah was burning, my kingdom was under siege. I charged, I forced my mount to run harder than it ever had before in it's life. If it were to die from running too hard it would be a good death. It would be it's purpose to get me back to my Kingdom. I will never forget this day for as long as I live and neither will my children or my grandchildren.

As I rode forward O'Har made his way to my side and pointed north. There was a small force heading west towards the Fortress of Tritus, named after me after I was born. It was where the main garrison of Nah's army resided and our first stop on the way to saving Nah. They had not noticed us yet as they were ahead of us but eventually they would see us and we would be forced to fight them and any other force that stood in our way.

We rode hard towards the fortress as the sun began to set on our day. The enemy force to the north had moved at an angle that eventually found them far ahead of us but riding in the same direction. They were a small force of cavalry probably meant to aid in the siege of the fortress. We could see the fortress just beyond a hill and the smoke from Nah ever closer in the skyline. They cavalry disappeared over a hill just before the fortress. As we approached I slowed my horses charge, I would not make the same mistake of alerting our enemy before we were ready. My escort did the same as we checked to make sure we weren't being followed anymore. Not a soul, I was proud of my royal guard for ensuring my escape yet also sad to lose such fine men.

"What now?" Faye asked as we tried to organize a strategy.

"We need to see what we're dealing with first," Slate said as we all crept forward towards the apex of the hill. Looking down at the battlefield below we could barely understand the carnage. Warriors of Nah were fighting to defend the fortress from a combined force of Plains Elves, Elsat warriors, and Rangers. The main force in the fortress had left long ago to aid in the defense of Nah and so only a skeleton crew remained. They had defended the fortress well, but the main gate was destroyed and the bodies of three large burrow beasts late where the gate once stood. They had sacrificed themselves to destroy the gate but the main force was still outside the gate.

"We should take out their commanders with our archers," I spoke as I thought a headless beast would be easier to kill.

"I can provide cover fire for our troops and ourselves with my magic while you all charge down the middle. That way we can rally our troops and route the rest of their forces," Dittroth and O'Har both nodded in agreement as Jounas added his own part of the strategy, he was a master of chess and it showed on the battlefield. He looked over at Siobhan and thought for a moment. "Faye I want you near our King, we can't afford to lose him. Siobhan, do you think you can summon something to help us?"

"Of course!" She bounced ahead before we could stop and we all had to ready ourselves as some of their force noticed us and part of the cavalry we had been following turned to us and began to charge. Slate and his archers began firing at a few commanders and mages as Dittroth, O'Har and myself all charged the middle. I could hear warriors of Nah chanting my name as they saw that their King had returned just when they need him most. As we passed by Siobhan I saw her chanting and waving her hands before flinging them forward. A tabby cat shot from each of her fingers and began running towards a group of foot soldiers who had turned to face us. I could have cursed the High Elves for giving me such an unreliable summoner until one of the foot soldiers kicked one of the cats.

"Kitties!" Siobhan said as she continued chanting, her face now quite angry. The cats began to glow before turning into large tigers. The soldier who had kicked the cat was quickly maimed by the same cat turned tiger. Jounas launched a few bolts of lightning at the oncoming cavalry as Slate notched two more kills as the horsemen fell rather quickly. O'Har was already fifteen feet in front of Dittroth, charging the remaining cavalry by himself. Their spears lowered for an easy kill I saw something that defied common tactics. O'Har dove at the middle horse, destroying it's front legs and causing the soldier on top to fly forward and break his neck on the ground. Dittroth laughed as he watched and charged the now terrified remaining cavalry. As they tried to break off their charge Dittroth threw his sword which flew cleanly through one of the horseman and landed in the horse's wake.

I barely saw any combat as some of my soldiers reached me and formed a defensive perimeter. My sword was always at ready, but I knew that our strategy had worked. One soldier made it through the line, but he was wounded and no match for me as I gained in strength and skill and mettle. The battle ended shortly afterwards as we did not allow any to retreat. The battlefield held many warriors of Nah, but far more of our enemies died that day.

We were rushed into the fortress as my army began to clear the dead. I had Faye aid in healing any and all wounded as we made our way to the war room. The captain of the fortress informed me that Nah was under siege by a much larger force, but the defense still held. Sethral and General Traich were holding the city walls for the time being, but the main force from the fortress did not have a general to lead them past a stout line intent on splitting Nah's forces.

"I know it's night my liege but we must make it to that encampment tonight." Jounas said as we all thought the same thing. We were exhausted but we had to make it to our forces.

"We'll leave immediately. Captain, hold the fortress against any other armies. We leave for Nah." The captain saluted as we left the war room and headed out to our horses and other steeds. O'Har's black wolf was feasting on a Plains Elf warrior as a few Nah warriors looked on with uncomfortable eyes. We remounted and headed out, taking only two standard bearers to alert the advance scouts as we were traveling as night was falling. The trip was short, I knew the path well. We were met by Captain Engus, the first captain of Nah's armies but still a long way removed from a general. He did not have the experience or the resources to lead this type of battle. Actually none of us did, but we could have to find a way to reunite Nah's forces.

"My liege," Captain Engus was relieved. He knew what a warrior king would do for the troops morale and Jounas has been known to advise General Traich. The troops began to gather and whisper amongst themselves. My scarred shield and bloodied clothing spoke of what had happened and my transformation into the king Nah needed. "It is good to have you home."

"Captain, thank you for guarding Nah with honor," I shook his hand, breaking tradition to bring my troops closer to me. They needed me to be a king, but they also needed me to be a general. "What's keeping us from Nah?"

"A large force of Rangers and troops from the Kingdom of Elstat." Captain Engus motioned for us to follow him to his war tent. Inside the tent he there was a makeshift war room with a large map on a table that detailed the layout of the city of Nah and it's surrounding area. The map was covered with minatures meant to represent the various armies and troop types. "Our main force is seperated from Nah by a force mostly consisting of Rangers and those from Elstat. The Plains Elves are leading the main assault force that's attacking the city. So far your palace and city are holding, but they need reinforcements."

"We're here now," I moved about the table as I spoke. There were many angles to consider, but I had to look at all of them first. I am still so naive when it comes to warfare. "I need recommendations. I want to crush this force before us, but we can't afford to waste many men or we risk losing the kingdom anyways to the main force."

"The main force has air support with their griffins, but it looks like they've left their support force without any griffins or anything else that flies." Jounas moved about the table until he came to my side. "Since this force's main objective is to delay or prevent us from reaching the city and supporting the garrison there, they will have their burrow beasts digging trenches to slow us down and to trap us. We'll need air support. Wyverns from the woods. We might even be able to see changes to the battlefield and be able to manuever around their pits."

"Then let's get some rest, I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a long day." I said as we spoke for a moment longer of the strategy and then we returned to our tents. Tomorrow I either save my kingdom or watch it burn to the ground trying to save it.

Day 51 of the 397th Year of the Second Age

We woke early the next day, surrounded by elves who were armed and angry. Our watch had been subdued without even being able to let out a sound. Prince Heifel and I had assumed we were safe here, so we were confused by this show of strength. Their leader was a middle aged elf, which meant he was only about 1200 years old. He stepped forward, resting his hand on the hilt of the sword dangling from his belt. He was familiar to us, he watched over Prince Heifel and myself when we were children playing in the woods.

"My name is Slate, I'm going to be leading you through the forest to the Council of Reason where we will hear your plea," Slate said, motioning for his troops to lower their weapons. The High Elves only showed their strength when they felt threatened, why they put on this display of power was lost on me at the time. "I am sorry to treat friends like this, but we have reasons to be cautious."

"We understand," Prince Heifel said as he stepped forward to shake Slate's hand. "We have been very cautious with our allies too."

"We must hurry, events already demand our attention," Slate turned and hurried into the forest. Just beyond the initial tree line was a well hidden stable that housed the High Elves steeds. Large gazelles, that almost matched our horses in size, shifted nervously in the stables. Something was happening in the forest that Slate had yet to mention. Only Slate mounted a gazelle, the rest of his troops positioned themselves around the wooden fort and blended back into the surroundings. I wondered if Slate had been watching us from the moment we first arrived and we just didn't see him.

Slate motioned for us to follow as his gazelle shot off through the forest. Our horses could match its speed, but the gazelle was a much better jumper. This kept creating distance as our horses had to take more time with fallen branches and little ravines with streams. I noticed Jounas had a worried face. He loved the forest and had studied with the High Elves when he was trying to become a mage. It was rare for the High Elves to ever share their knowledge of magic with anyone. The last time they did the Storm Mages were formed, and they are no longer allowed to live outside of their island, the Keepers of the Storm. His fear came from knowing that we would face the Council of Reason.

The High Elves were ruled by the Council of Reason, a group of eight High Elves chosen during the Moon Festival once every four years. The eight varied in sex, age, intelligence, skill, and every other attribute. The High Elves had long ago realized that the best way for a being that lives over 3000 years to be ruled is by a rotating communal leadership. Before each High Elf dies, they will have served on the council at least a few times. This also makes it hard to have a continuous relationship with the High Elf leadership. In fact right now there is an eight year old elf on the council. They had reasoned that a child may have insight that others may not see, but someone so young may not have the voice to be heard. You are also not able to address any friends you may have on the council by their names. The council acts as one, speaks as one, and is known by one name and one name alone.

The ride through the forest is relatively uneventful. Occasionally we saw some elf dwellings, homes that were built high above ground on their massive trees. Creatures that lurked in the forests stayed clear of us for the most part, forcing us to strain our eyes to only catch a glimpse of a small part of some beast that would rend us limb from limb if we were without our escort. The forest respects the High Elves because they respect it. We were lucky enough to see a Spike Tree, a rarity even in these woods but only because they chose not to be seen.

The Spike Trees really aren't trees at all, except they are as tall as our smaller ones and as wide as a few large trees. They are more like a house in size, massive and powerful and dangerous if provoke. Covered in hair they look woolly with a greenish brown hue and fun to touch if you're brave enough. They eat only leaves, occasionally climbing the trees to get the rich leaves at the top. The High Elves have befriended a few and I remember my father telling me of them in battle. They charge, putting all their massive weight behind them. As they get closer to their enemies they force their hair to harden, leaving it covered in spikes. Then they curl into a ball and crash into their enemies, counting on their very thick hides and spikes to protect them. Any enemies left standing are torn apart by their massive paws. Prince Heifel both touched one of the ancients the last time we were here. As it turned to face us we both ran as Slate laughed. I looked back as we ran and I swear it smiled at us.

We made good time on our way to the High Elf Capitol, taking only a few hours. The city itself is grand in every sense of the word. They carved out a few of the massive trees for their universities and built huge elaborate mansions that blended in with the trees and surroundings. Blacksmith's had a special area free of any trees so they could master their craft without worrying about the possibility of fire. Mages dueled at another clearing, practicing their art and summoning massive beasts and casting powerful spells. No one dies but the training they get from dueling makes the High Elves the most feared spell casters outside of the Storm Mages. Every elf learns every trade, and must practice it at least once every ten years. They can still have their favorites, but every year they are working on something different. Having an elf with you on long journeys can save your life in many different ways.

Slate dismounted outside a particularly ornate mansion and we followed suit. Our escorts waited outside while Prince Heifel, Dittroth, Jounas, Faye, and myself followed Slate through a winding maze that eventually led to a large chamber. The room was lit with candles and sunlight that poured in the blue tinted glass. The lighting made you calm, reflective and at peace with the world. A few benches were scattered along the outskirts of the round room telling us we were intended to stand. Once we were all in the center of the room the eight elves that comprised the Council of Reason walked into the room in unison. They all wore white translucent robes and silver medallions with a large blue sapphire.

"Slathenelas, are these the emissaries from Nah and Granic?" The Council of Reason spoke as one. Slathenelas went by the name of Slate as it was easier to remember. All High Elves had two names, their given name and a shorter name to be used among all foreigners. Slate nodded and the Council lowered it's head to meditate and possibly to communicate amongst each other. "We wish to know why you seek an alliance with the High Elves. To what purpose would you use our armies?"

"Granic and Nah have long been allies with the High Elves. We have always fought alongside each other, always worked together to solve problems. We wish to continue that friendship." Prince Heifel spoke clearly and confidently. He was also on his way to become a king.

"Your armies would be used the same as ours. We seek only to bring about peace, not to gain additional lands or sack cities. Our people are too important to us as yours are to you. Every battle will be weighed carefully, every decision made will have the future in mind." I said, stepping forward. The Council looked over us and then lowered their heads again to confer amongst itself.

"We already have armies at our doorstep. From the south the Vikings have laid siege to our port city of Tola. Our forces are holding off the invaders but our scouts have seen small war bands of river men moving north towards us. Will Nah and Granic support us as well?" The Council spoke as one as they read our faces for our thoughts. We didn't know they were being threatened from the south. And if the minotaurs of Trethel changed their minds and decided to attack the High Elves would have two fronts to defend. Their magic lore and smith techniques have long been sought by other nations and their land is majestic. They needed our help as much as we needed theirs.

"We will commit troops to your cause, which is now our cause. Combining the different strengths from our people will strengthen our armies and make them able to defend against any attack." I spoke, gaining a confidence of my own that would help in the times ahead for things were not well in Rybia, a fact I would soon learn. "Join us and then our generals can devise a plan of attack that will bring a swift end to this war!"

The Council of Reason lowered their head to confer. I looked at Prince Heifel and Jounas, both of whom nodded in approval. The Council took their time to confer, which was understandable. Fighting a war on numerous fronts was not something any king wants, however I may be at that very same position unless I can convince the Kingdom of Elstat and the Rangers otherwise. A loud noise shook everyone from their concentration. The Council shook their heads in unison, a look of annoyance on their faces.

"I'm here!" A beautiful elf with long red hair bounded into the chamber. She was as tall as Faye, slightly curvy and wore a white robe similar to the Council's, but with a large brown belt around her waist. Where the Council of reason wore undergarments as the robes were slightly see through this young female elf did not, occasionally flashing everyone in the room. She wore a very peculiar hat. It was purple and hugged her head almost as if a helmet yet made of a soft twine. You would expect one to wear it in winter and not during summer. Blue eyes and a perpetual smile she approached the council.

"Leslie, you are interrupting the Council!" The Council was not happy and pointed to a corner for her to stand in before the lowering their heads again to confer. As we watched they nodded in agreement and then let out a small laugh. I was confused by this, but I guess it was pretty odd the way Leslie had come into the room. "We have decided to join the Kingdoms of Nah and Granic. We will convene a war council in the Angel's Grove three days from today. Take Slathenelas with you, and also Leslie. She is a powerful mage and summoner. These two will be proof that the High Elves have joined your alliance. Go now, we have much work to do."

With that the Council of Reason turned and left the room the same way it had entered. Slate approached Prince Heifel and myself and saluted, I know he looked forward to fighting alongside his former wards. I will ask him to take some archers if he can spare them, High Elf archers must be skilled as they need to position themselves at very different heights and locations in a dangerous forest to be effective. The female elf, Leslie, bounded up to salute us as well. I saw Slate shaking his head and I began to think this might not be the best thing for us but it would dishonor the Council not to take her.

"So we're going on an adventure? I love traveling!" Leslie bounced around us in bare feet, I hope the Council was being sincere about her being a powerful sorcerer and summoner at the very least. "I just have to go get my pack and then we can leave!"

We watched as she left and found ourselves staring as she moved. For all her silliness she was strikingly beautiful and moved rather gracefully. She could enchant us all if we let her. Faye noticed Jounas staring particularly hard a gave him a light slap before turning to walk away in a playful huff. I had seen her staring at him more and more lately, and he seemed to smile as she walked out of the room. As soon as she left an elf hurried into the room and whispered something into Slate's ear. His eyes shot open and her approached me.

"Nah is under siege from the north. A massive army comprised of the Kingdom of Elstat, the Rangers, and now the Plains Elves has attacked Nah from the north and northwest. I'm sure the Watcher's Keep has fallen as well. We need to return to Nah immediately." Slate said what he already knew I was thinking. I turned to walk out of the room and he stayed by my side.

"Slate, I need any archers and gazelles you can spare as we need to move quickly if we hope to reach Nah in three days time." Slate nodded and sent off the soldier who had first approached him. I then turned my attention to Prince Heifel. "Prince Heifel, you must return to Granic. I'm sure your father knows of the attack by now, but he needs to know what has happened here. I also want you to persuade him to attack the Rangers from the East and after we break the siege against Nah we'll make the Rangers our first target."

"I'll speak with him, but you will probably need our help defending Nah. Either way we'll make sure we are at your side before long." Prince Heifel looked me over and saw that I was composed. He patted me on my back as we left the room and headed out of the mansion.

"A moment of your time, King Tritus," a booming voice caused me to pause and turn around as I left the elf mansion. Before me stood a minotaur seemingly formed entirely out of muscle. He stood well over eight feet tall and wore light plate armor as was the custom of the minotaurs of Trethel. I have seen them before, even in combat,but this one was particularly large and imposing. He had a large sword and an axe strapped to his back.

"My name is O'Har, I am the Captain of a small war band whose duty it is to patrol the borders of Trethel. We know of the war raging, but our Kingdom has decided to stay out as we are at peace with all of our neighbors. We wanted to fight, for the glory but were told we could not fight under the Trethel banner. Eventually my troops went home, unable to sell our services but I knew an opportunity would present itself in the High Elf Capitol. I have been in battles before, but never a war and in our society you must prove yourself to achieve a higher rank. I only ask for 2000 gold pieces and I will fight by your side and no other until the end of the war."

The minotaurs were a warrior people who prided themselves on battle and honor. Warriors selling their services in groups were common across Rybia as it was seen as an honorable profession, being a mercenary. They are bound by honor to fulfill their orders as a mercenary and could not betray their lord even if war was waged against Trethel itself. It was odd that Trethel decided to stay out of the war, perhaps they also felt it was not a true war of cause, but one of fabrication for other purposes. Having a minotaur fight alongside us could get me more insight into the reasons why Trethel abstained from the war and perhaps an ally later on.

"It is agreed O'Har, we leave immediately for Nah." O'Har smiled and pulled out a dagger. He sliced the palm of his hand, leaving it bleeding. He shook my hand and the pact was sealed and we mounted up. Dittorth looked over our new companion, he had fought a minotaur in a contest of honor and had won soundly, but that minotaur looked like a child compared to O'Har. He nodded in approval of my decision and we mounted our steeds. O'Har whistled and waited. We saw something large and black crashing through the forest. It was a Black Wolf, a common sight on the rock plains of Trethel but something I have never heard of. It was larger than my horse but not quite as fast. Only a minotaur who has proven himself in battle against a superior force is allowed to ride a Black Wolf. O'Har mounted his steed and I was even happier with my decision. A voice paused our charge, we had forgotten all about her in our haste.

"Hey, don't leave without me!" Leslie ran up alongside to my horse. I was about to help her up as she didn't have a steed by she refused. She removed her hat and her face seemed to change ever so slightly. She pulled out a mouse from her pack and smiled and bit her lower lip as she set it on the ground. Leslie closed her eyes and began chanting and the mouse began to glow. I expected her to turn it into something amazing, however the mouse simple grew to the size of a horse. She smiled and spoke with a different tone. "Let's go!"

Jounas and I exchanged a glance and laughed a little. I needed that as I thought about what was happening to my people. Leslie was leading the way and all followed in close pursuit. She let me catch up to her as we stormed ahead. He white robe blew in the wind and she looked rather ridiculous sitting on top of a speeding mouse. She pulled the back of her robe up to let it flow freely. The wind and movement from her steed occasionally blew her robe up, exposing her bare bottom. I couldn't help but smile and she turned back to nod. Maybe she knew I needed to be distracted a little as we rode since I could do nothing about Nah until I arrived. She also seemed to enjoy the freedom.

We made our way through the forest faster than we had originally hoped yet it still took us almost to sundown. High Elf scouts informed us that numerous war bands were coming from the south and we may have to divert our route as they may be between us and Nah before we could pass them. We pressed forward after hearing the news, however Prince Heifel took his escort north along the so he would be in Granic before the end of the night. As we headed west we decided to rest just on the other side of the river that flows from the Land Sea.

Slate, Dittroth, Jounas, O'Har and myself discussed strategy. If there were war bands coming from the south, we had a few options. If did manage to beat them to Granic Forest we could skirt the edge until we were past them. If they were truly small groups we could fight our way through them, although I'm not sure we can afford to lose any men. The other option is to go through the Granic Forest, a risk in itself for all the beasts that reside there, yet we may be without options as we cannot stray too far north. We agreed to fight through small war bands and then use the forest as cover if needed. We then retired to our bedrolls and I to my small tent.

A small luxury on this trip I just needed some time to allow myself to be worried in private about my Kingdom. As I was about to fall asleep, a figure clothed in white entered the tent. Leslie sat down next to me and looked at me with soft eyes.

"Are you alright King Tritus," she said as she stroked my cheek.

"I'm fine Leslie, thank you." I sat up and smiled. She was gentle and kind and really a comfort at the time.

"Silly Tritus, I'm Siobhan. Leslie's my friend and she's sleeping now so it's just the two of us." I now know why she looked and spoke differently when she wore the cap, it held two personalities. She leaned in to kiss me as she worked to remove her belt and robe. I wondered only for a moment how this may lead to trouble down the line, but only for a moment.

Day 50 of the 397th Year of the Second Age

Prince Heifel and I made our triumphant return to Granic expecting to be cheered on as we rode in. What we found were a lot of worried faces among the populace as people heard of our battle and of many other battles all over Rybia. It was a moot point to talk of stopping war from breaking out over Rybia, it was already happening. We made our way quickly through the town to the palace, forgoing a victory parade as we needed an update on how bad things were across Rybia. King Raigus was waiting for us with a pale face. Things were worse than we knew.

"How did the battle go?" King Raigus asked us as we dismounted.

"Excellent father!" Prince Heifel was proud to be able to honor his father's will and to serve Granic. I smiled as I remembered how both of us fought during our short battle. "King Tritus and I suffered minor losses and only received minor injuries!"

"What!?" King Raigus stormed forward and slapped Prince Heifel and then myself. Our guards were shocked, but General Tahar only smiled and nodded in approval as he approached King Raigus from behind. "You're the heir to the throne of Granic. And King Tritus, your father and my friend, King Craigg would not approve for the simple reason that neither of our kingdoms can afford to lose either of you! You both are leaders of your country, and whether you like it or not that means that you can't simply charge off into battle. Who would then rule Nah if you died without a wife or any children?"

"I understand," I spoke humbly as even a King should when they have overstepped their lines. Prince Heifel lowered his head as he realized his own foolishness. "We'll be more careful in the future."

"Good, now come along. We have much to discuss." King Raigus said as General Tahar patted Prince Heifel on the back. We returned to the war room and stared at the map of Rybia. It was the same map but somehow it had changed. The words and names on the map carried a far different meaning. Some were allies or would become so, while others would become enemies. I used to travel to so many of these places when I was younger, as had Prince Heifel. Now we may be laying siege to these places, or have to face their armies and people in open combat. I noticed King Raigus, Dittroth, and General Tahar quietly discussing something while they gestured to the map. They nodded in agreement before turning to face us as General Tahar pointed to the High Elf Forest.

"The High Elves are our first target. Securing them as an ally will cover our flank." General Tahar was confident as he spoke, the High Elves had long been allies of Nah and Granic during peaceful times, although we had not fought alongside them ever, not even during the time of Queen Reva.

"What about the minotaurs of Trethel? Or those from Mirth and their dark masters? What about the warriors of Cadeam?" I started seeing everyone as a potential enemy, a sign of a young leader.

"Patience King Tritus, we have already spoken with an emissary from the minotaurs and they have no intention of fighting in this war. As for Mirth and Cadeam, strategically they are isolated and it is unlikely that they would attack us or join any of our enemies." King Raigus new his neighbors well, and it wasn't my place to question his knowledge. "We have already sent scouts to investigate their capabilities and will be watching them carefully."

"Speaking of scouts, any news from Nah?" Dittroth reminded me of my duty. I had not heard from my Kingdom in several days. I had always seen it as safe, invincible. Yet war was everywhere and I needed to know what was happening. A look from General Tahar had me worried.

"There is a large army massing near the Kingdom of Elstat and The Rangers. Not large enough to truly threaten Nah, which worries me because why would they launch a hopeless attack? They must be planning something." General Tahar looked worried and if he was worried I knew I had a great cause to be worried.

"Sethral sent us a message as your scouts surveyed the army. He was not worried about them conquering Nah, but he did ask you to seek out the High Elves and gain their alliance." King Raigus came by my side as he spoke. "He knows this is a war, we have to plan for it and if we can talk them out of fighting, we will. If not, then we will be ready to devastate their armies."

"We must leave for the High Elf Capitol immediately. I'll need fresh horses." I did not want to leave my Kingdom alone while attackers were at it's doorstep, before I left I would have them inform my emissaries of the need to stall the Kingdom of Elstat and The Rangers. By doing so I can gain the alliance of the High Elves and further deter the armies from attacking.

"I'm coming with you," Prince Heifel, my friend and ally had no intentions of letting me leave on my own. "Granic should be at your side and the alliance with the High Elves is as important to us as it is to Nah."

"It's settled then," King Raigus said with a smile. He was proud of his son and me for taking our duty so seriously. I think he saw us both becoming great leaders one day. "We'll get you fresh horses, but eat and rest for a moment before you head out. I have a feeling it will be a while before you get a chance like this again."

"Agreed," I said smiling. I knew that we would be riding a lot over the next few weeks. Soft beds and good drink are hard to come by when traveling light. "What other news do you have?"

"I'm glad you asked, it shows you're starting to look ahead," King Raigus returned to my side to point out the alliances that have been made. "The Plains People have joined with the city of Waterford and the Serpent people. I think they seek to control Heaven's Paradise and the Siren's Forrest. The City of Krongaar and the Plains Elves are so far neutral, but I don't think that will last. If we get either of them to join us we would be in a much stronger position. The Vikings and Marshlands are gearing for war, but with whom it is still unknown. Neither is geared for the type of war we fight."

"Well let us concentrate on our own alliances for the moment. After I secure the High Elves in our alliance we can discuss how to go about with the campaign." King Raigus and General Tahar both nodded in agreement. As I was leaving the room King Raigus stopped me.

"Have you been approached by the Raja yet?" His words caused me to pause. I did not trust them or their ways.

"I haven't been approached by them yet and considering what happened with my father I don't think I will be seeking out there service." There was a a tone of anger in my voice as I spoke. I would not allow them in my armies or my war plans.

"I understand your reluctance to use them in your war King Tritus, but assassins do have their place in war." General Tahar, himself a survivor of a Raja attack, was trying to calm me and make me keep my options open as King.

"I know this, but I have never trusted their hand and my instincts tell me they may have something to do with this war. I will not use them in my campaign." I was firm on this as I left the room. Still, the Raja seemed to have become a very important part of this war for all sides and with all sides looking for and edge, the Raja were about to become very wealthy assassins.

We rested for only an hour before we set out again. We traveled only with our personal bodyguards so we could maintain a fast pace. The strategy worked as by sundown we reached the edge of the High Elf Forrest. We were told to wait until sunrise by the guards of one of the High Elve's wooden fortresses. We camped just outside the fortress surrounded by trees that grew to be three hundred feet on average. No army could penetrate this forest as elf archers would rain down arrows and appear out of the trees to cut you down. I haven't been here since I was a young boy, but the trees only seem bigger, more impressive. I must rest now, our escort leaves early on a hidden path through the forest that will take us quickly to the capitol. I only hope we can convince them to join us and leave the safety of their forests.

Day 49 of the 397th Year of the Second Age

We left early yesterday morning with a small force of cavalry and archers and Prince Heifel's and my own personal escorts. I sent five of my bodyguards to Nah to inform Sethral of my what had transpired. Nah must be made ready for war and all our outposts will need time to prepare. We traveled light as we knew speed was more important than maintaining supply lines. We had a few griffin riders to be used as scouts and for battle if needed. Watching the half lion half eagle beasts glide overhead gives you a sense of confidence as a general. Surprise is often times the decider in a battle.

As we rode I thought about King Raigus sending me to battle with his only son. We would have to fight together, and to learn to do it properly as our two kingdoms will be fighting many battles together over the coming years. I had to pause after I wrote that last sentence. I wonder if I have already conceited that a long war is inevitable, that there can be no other way and that as a King I will be forced to rule over a military empire instead of a Kingdom. I have to make sure that I find a way to stop this war or at the very least make it the shortest war in the history of Rybia!

With the Land Sea to our East we came at last to the area that borders the three kingdoms. Our advanced scouts approached us from the West just as the sun was setting. The mixed Elstat and Ranger force were preoccupied with constructing a small fort that was to serve as an outpost and probably a supply lines depot. After discussing the attack with Prince Heifel we decided to split up our forces and attack the fort at just after dawn. We would from the South and East. Our goal was to destroy the fort and route the army, but those that wanted to flee could do so as we were still hoping to resolve this diplomatically. The strategy we laid out was a sound one, but it also showed our naivete when it came to understanding our enemies.

Dawn broke today with a reddish hue, blood had been spilt yesterday but it was not our doing. War was already beginning to break out or so we all seemed to believe. I double backed around to the South with half our force. We decided to keep the griffin riders out of the battle, using them only as a diversion to keep their archers constantly looking skywards. This would have to dual affect of negating our disadvantage of not having enough archers to sustain us in ranged combat. As the sun was just beginning to rise I heard Prince Heifel's war horn and we proceeded with the attack.

The garrison was alerted as we were approaching by the stampede of hooves and the yelling of the guards on watch. Jounas's eyes blazed with rage as he chanted an incantation. Moments later a bird of pure flame launched from his hands, flying faster than arrows it grew as it got closer to the small fort. It landed at the top of the newly constructed gate where a group of rangers were positioning themselves with bows sending them to a death by fiery explosion. The southern end of the walls were not yet complete say I saw the trouble forming. There were a mixture of archers being directed to fire to the East and the South. I was able to divert my charge to avoid most of the arrows but was unable to alert Prince Heifel. His cavalry took some losses but continued to charge as his battle mage launched a bolt of lightning at the gate leaving it nothing more than a pile of splinters.

A thought occurred to me as we were almost to the fort. How did they move so much lumber in such a short time with no beasts of burden in sight? The answer was one I wished foresight had given me earlier. I saw a mage appear at the top of the only tower at the back of the fort just before it happened. As the Rangers and the forces from Elstat prepared for us to charge through the two sides of the walls this wizard chanted very briefly as if sending a message. With one final word he slammed the butt end of his staff into the floor of the tower. A deep rumbling shook our cavalry and caused the horses to pause in their advance. Massive paws tore through the ground midway between us and the fort. Five large burrowing beasts known as Burrow Beasts formed a defensive perimeter around the fort and blocked the path between Prince Heifel and myself and the fort. The beasts, resembling large groundhogs but with much large claws, were used in mines in the Kingdom of Elstat. Generally they were led by dwarves, but being so far in the open the Rangers were in control. The beast charged with the remaining garrison following closely behind them.

Dittroth let out a war cry and charged ahead rallying the troops with his bravery. He steadied his spear on one of the beasts, piercing its shoulder deeply. One of the other beasts showed great agility as it rumbled towards Dittroth just after he landed his spear and tore through his horse. The blow sent Dittroth flying forward towards the ground. As he came perilously close to the ground his experience in battles such as these showed as he rolled to absorb the fall and came to his feet, sword drawn. He quickly cut down a dwarf who had moments ago thought he had an easy kill. Seeing my friend and loyal servant suddenly surrounded by an enemy awoke something in me that I was worried wasn't actually there.

My courage drove me to charge, planting my spear into the neck of the beast Dittroth had wounded and sending it to the ground, dead within moments. My troops rallied around me and pushed forward to support Dittroth as we pushed to enter the fort. Our charge had been halted, but we now controlled the battlefield. Our griffin riders swooped down on their archers still perched on the walls. The wizard who had summoned the Burrow Beasts tried to launch spells at the griffins, but could not hit such an agile target. The battle raged all around me as arrows launched and men screamed orders. It was easy to get lost in the carnage, to forget your values and to only think of survival, yet I stayed strong and was able to direct my troops in a cohesive fashion.

As we pressed the attack we saw that their morale was breaking and their troops started to retreat, fleeing anyway they could. The beasts even found themselves too scared to continue fighting. I made the mistake of dropping my shield a little too much and an arrow grazed me deeply on my left arm. Hardly a mortal wound but one that should have been avoided and a reminder that on the battlefield there are no kings, only warriors bound by blood.

I saw the white flag appear from the top of their fort as their remaining forces continued to flee. They sounded their horn to retreat, and our combined force backed off to allow them to retreat. We wanted to send a message, one that showed both mercy and compassion and also absolute strength. As their troops filed out I spoke with their commanding officer, the mage from the top of the tower.

"We never wanted a battle and I don't know what drove you to try and set the Kingdom's of Nah and Granic against each other but we will be sending emissaries to Elstat in one week to discuss this and to give your leaders a chance to explain their actions. We still hope to avoid open war." My words produced only a confused look and a bow of respect. Faye tended to my wounds as Prince Heifel rode up to me confidently as his own healer tried to tend to a moving casualty.

"I see you had your cherry broke," Prince Heifel smiled as he looked as my minor wound. "Awwww its so cute, want me to kiss it?"

"Very funny, dropped my shield a little. This is a good reminder not to make that mistake again." I said as I looked over our troops. Our casualties were low, some injured and only a few killed, none from my personal bodyguards. "We need to burn the fort before we leave. Jounas?"

Jounas nodded and began chanting as a fireball formed just above his hand. As he continued to chant it grew in size until it was twice the size of a humans head. He tore the ball in two leaving one floating just above each of his hands. He tossed them at different places in the fort causing it to erupt in flames. With that we rode back to Granic to speak of our victory. As we rode a thought, an image really, stayed in my mind. The mage who ran the fort seemed confused by my words, as if he thought we were the aggressors. Someone is pulling many strings and we need to find out who before it is too late.