MrMurasaki: Standing with his hand on the pommel of the blade at his him, which bared striking resemblance to Draxis's blade was the acting Captain of the 13th in Draxis's absence, cladded just as his brothers in arms the only difference was his sword. He did not speak, they did not need to the 13th worked by hand signals they have memorized painfully in their training. Silent killers the Sword of Draxis himself which is why the acting Captain carried his replica sword. There was no face to the Captain, no name the Captain would always change. The Skill and Leadership in the 13th was legendary all Captains in their own fight all sworn to obey Draxi's every command and by the words of their Champion to obey the acting Captain. Any hostility amongst the ranks reguarding who the acting Captain would be next or dramatic rabble would result in Death by the hand of Draxis. The 13th was a silent force, taught them that noise will be met with absolute destruction. Silence is what won Victory, the silence of the crowd after a successfull kill right before the cheer. That silence is what fueld Draxis and the lesson he taught with an iron fist. The Only sound he permitted was his War Cry and its variations a War cry that was inspired by the cheers of his Adoring fans. The Captain watched by the pit as the 13th all scoured the Wood around the Grove trying to find any little signs of evidence about who these people were and if they were affiliated with the Empires most Wanted fugitive.

VampyrVixen: Winter's grasp had finally worn off the land, leaving the radiance and subtle warmth of spring caressing the air. The birds flap their feathery wings, singing beautiful notes that echo across the lush greenery. The movement of bushes as small creatures scurry about attempting to remove themselves from a predators grasp and survive until the next day. The ground was still as the 13th grew close, not even the sign of an active fire but the charred remains of a won civilized area had now grew desolate at the sign of no life to be seen nor felt. Each breath was heavy filled with tension and the possibility that nothing will be recovered from their search but it was therir lucky day when within the wagon at the far back of a grove, an elf lay in a deep rest that one could think it was forever. She stirred as the sunrays filtered in now laying upon her face. Her eyes flutter with a child like preciousness as she sits herself up upon the hard wood of a branch in which she had slept. As if to wipe away the tiredness she brings her robe to her face, to remove the chill of the waking morning. Her lovely deep oceanic eyes now stuttered around her, wishing to meet Lyrick and Crystal as they soon would set out to heal her. She would bite her lip, Is she doing this because she actually care or because she wants to care but she doesn't? She ponders this a moment, but she does not have much to think of when she had already promised to the dear sick one she would. She allows a small sigh to escape her plump lips as she removes herself from the branch cascading down to the ground. In her mind she thought, What day is it? What time is it... It feels as she slept eternity when sleep has been a sweet dagger wished ever so much to enter her lush soft skin, but it has only grazed the skin until the daggers entered her 4, 5 and 6 times as days ago as she landed she scratched her ears, fixing her messy sable locks, Her eyes widen as she gaze upon the remnants she could see, as she knelt bracing herself from the fall. hoping the haven't seen her just yet. She shoots up her hood, covering her elvish ears in a panic. She knows she will be seen, and that exiting back into the wagon or running will only raise their noses. She awaits for them to approach.

MrMurasaki: The Captain stood tall, his chest out his duty was to guard the area that remained of the camp site where the 13 of the 13th's horses awaited their riders desire to once again ride off somewhere. They stood around the lake drinking knowing full well their masters would be just about ready to leave, The Captain was about to lift his hand that didn't rest on the blade and let out a cry to his scattered 13th. He inhaled and just before he let out his cry he heard the snap of a twig closeby, he let out his breath and turned on his heel to face the woman who bracing herself from the jump was knelt. He stood facing just infront of her enough away so that she had to lift her head to realize who stood before her. Unlike her carelessness he was silent, he didn't even breathe his bright blue yet empty eyes that were brightened ever more by the warpaint smudged under them. He awaited her realization his hand still in the air in a fist, ready to issue a command to any other 13th who saw her at the slightest second. a few of the close 13th watched her drop from the tree but instead of breaking silence to chase her they watched as their acting Captain dealt with it awaiting his call.

VampyrVixen: Isha's anxiety rose as ther eyes stare upon them with astonishment and a bit of confusion. She didn't even make a defensive posture. Instead she composed herself, standing as tall at the 5'8 elf could. She was happy now that her skin tone was a natural ebony as the rays of light struck her lush skin. Her large breasts rose and receded as she thought endlessly what her options were. Running was a death sentence and so was staying but at least she may be able to fool them perhaps, maybe even convince them out of such a possible act. They do not know she is a elf, as ears are firmly covered by a clothen hood she rose her face meeting her voided eyes to her own, hoping to drown him in hers whether with grace or intimidation. But she would now smile at him, for she did not wish to raise anymore suspicion than she has already has. "Hello there, I'm sorry if I would be in your way, I simply am but nomad passing through on my way through Darshire." Her sultry purr would still resonate in her voice. 'May I have permission to continue on my way? I don't wish to keep you anymore than I already am. I'm sorry for such an inconvience." She bows her head, tryng to seem genuine. The clever little raven only hoped her deceptions would be upheld within her.

MrMurasaki: The Captain stood still... deathly quiet although she saw reactions in his face to her words, to her visage. His nature wishing to jump on primal lust but the emptyness of his gaze kept him tall and stoic. He still not mutter a word, he turned to her as if to let her go. The skin was new to the Captain as with the other Cantauri, he saw signs of symbolism with her feathers but nothing that would have connected her to the fugitive. his side was to her his gaze seeming to look off the the 13th and still watch her. He was about to signla and cry out for them to leave, when an unfavourable gust of wind ruffled the hood of the Elf and her ever slightly pointed ears flashed. To any other busy minded soldier they would have missed it not to the focused 13th Legion, in unison he drew his blade. He opened his hand then clenched his fist letting out a bellowing "Ra! Hoo! Ra!" and then advanced towards her blade pointing at her his empty eyes glaring murderously into her being. As he advanced the other 13th started to quickly advance on the target, many appearing out of the Wood as if out of nowhere. The Captain alone with no formed ranks had left the smallest of openings to a Horse that had since moved back towards them away from the Lake. The opening to run and ride grew ever smaller as the other 12 Centauri of the 13th Legion circled ever closer.

VampyrVixen: Isha's breathed in relief as she stared upon them, seeing that they were soon to withdrawal. For once she didn't much have to use her body. She shook her head, she knew she never needs to really as a prime seductress of persuasion and her appearance was always quite lovely for any man or woman to see. Her long shapely legs that spread, stretched, and folded with immense flexibility. Her large bosom that bounced every time she move. Any larger and one may blame her for an earthquake. Her tribal markings were shoving but one could simply look passed this after saying she was but a traveler with no definite home. She smiles with joy as her plan unfolds, except nature had other plans. The wind pushed her hood back, her long silky hair scatteing, "Shit!" she exclaimed, trying to get her taloned nails to gripped upon the cloth and pull it up but it was already too late as he called out an order that she could only process as her doom as they circle around her. She attempts to step back to value her options and try not to fall to the natural force her race honors dearly. Is it really her time? Is this how it will be? She ponders now gazing her eyes upon each and every soldiers. "Send me your strength, my queen." she whispers under her breath. Her hands held out attempting to keep their blades away from her skin. "Look, Please listen to my words. I will do what you ask of me. Anything you ask. If you don't run be through this moment, do you understand?" Her purr is twisted with frustation as she meets his eyes once more with a sense of rage radiating through her body.

MrMurasaki: The Captain now gripped her by the throat his empty eyes glared into hers, he raised the blade closer to her throat as the 13th got closer in to circle the execution that was about to unfold. Taught to show restraint to all but the Elves by their vengeful Master Draxis. The same horse moved ever closer and innocently neighed and trotted, to everyone else this was just the Horse but the sounds seemed to carry into the ears of the Elf. Was it they were larger than the humans before her or was there another reason? As the blade went to kiss her throat and the contorted grinning face accented by the empty eyes of the Captain grinned into her eyes ready to end her existance he was knocked off his footing, his hand released her throat and the sword fell back from her. He stumbled into the arms of a fellow Centauri, as he gathered himself from what just happened what would show itself to be the savior of Isha was the still twitching body of a Raven. With another trot of the decorated hoof on the Imperial cladded War Horse the moment for her to escape to the only place she could, Darshire grew ever so thin as the Captain back to his feet and his helm adjusted advanced even quicker to her.

VampyrVixen: She felt the sides of her neck now restrained, blocking the flow of blood she thought maybe temporary. She was use to the rough touch of man, for she used such a method often to remove herself from the grasp of the Empire. Quite easy in fact, when many find her race to be rare and quite exotic. It was easy for her to get that far when the empire is most normally filled with lustful creatures that wished to unleash their primal rage and cravings upon her physique. She was happy to submit to such a life if it meant living, and at least she consented. She knew she would become a slave for bloodthirsty warriors to rip and ruin to their hearts desires. At least she could consent to this. But it all was flashing away like a quick and beautiful firework that light up the sky wonderfully then vanishes into the night. Her hand are brought to her wrist. She wished to plead for some sort of deal, but his eye were unforgiving and wishing to spill her blood upon the greenery. Distress showed upon her face, trying to accept the fate that is so inevitable for each every being. She meets him with a glare as the blade caressed her succelucent neck. "... I... I do not fear my death. No man nor elf can make me do so." She drops her hands, now accepting her fate. Before, she is now dropped upon the forest floor, coughing and wheezing at the choke hold she was just in, bringing her finger tip to touch it. She is on all fours, simply wishing to figure out what that was. She then now sees what has aided, right under her form. A twitch raven. She analyzed it happily, A smile stricken across her face, "Thank my little friend. Death's grasp was surey there I had thought but I suppose my strings of life have not been cut just yet," She scoops up the raven's small form into her arms as she brings herself to her feet. She eyes the innocent war horse, a idea popping into her head. She makes a run for it, breaking away from the circled men and trying her best to make it to that horse so she may escape. She pulls upon it's harness, attemping to calm it before her and her little friend she carries will make it out alive. She attempts to throw a leg over the horse, pulling herself up.

MrMurasaki: The Captains eyes filled with rage as he watched her mount the Horse gracefully, with a gentle snap of the reigns she began to rush off down the road away from the 13th. The Captain didn't rest, his eyes fixated on her no matter the distance she traveled, while his human eyes couldn't see extremely far his gaze seemed to follow her as did the rest of the 13th, honed in on their target. The Captain quickly had mounted a nearby Horse, annoyance wafting amongst the hatred within him. This was the second time he had to chase prisoners down this road and he knew to allow an escape would mean his death although he didn't fear nor feel resentment for this as he was a pawn at the expense of Draxis but the burn for Victory is what fueled his actions. The 13th mounted with him all at the same time like some have mined controled unit, an eerie roboticism to their movements the only thing to break the fluidity was the now Horseless soldier who had to ride with another. He would wave his raised fist in a circle before extending his arm forward hand now open and pointed towards their target. No warcry followed the command as the mutual snap of the reigns and the roaring gallop of the 12 Horses lead by the Captain speeding towards their target, the Captain leaned forward and in a wave motion the others followed and the horses began going even faster as if they merely hovered over the ground, the clouds of dust rising around them the only sign of their decorated hooves touching the ground. Their Imperial crested shoulder cloaks and flags flapped and snapped violently in the wind. The Captain allowed a confident smile to crack his face for he know that she knew nothing of the occupation of Darshire but little did he know what awaited the 13th Legion at the recently occupied city.

VampyrVixen: As she whips the reigns of the horses, it whinnies before taking off down the dirty path only illuiminated by the sun rays. The sun hit her face as she rushed forced, the wind flowing through her hair. Her ears freezing at the breeze hit them. She didn't know where she could go, what she would do. Her mind was irrational, and in her state she kept moving forward. Normally in a clear mind, she would draw them off course and into unfamiliar terrain. But breathing and thinking were a luxury right now. She had to get away, she had to be safe. She looked down only once upon the raven nesting upon her lap. She smiles tenderly, being reminded of her home and how warm things use to be. "I'm sorry I cannot do more for you my friend, not right away. But I will surely get somewhere safe, I swear it." How gentle was her touch upon the reigns, she looks now to the horse before her. "I am sorry to you as well. Abusing your power and hooves upon the earth for my own needs... I apologize dearly. I will make it up to fo you. I will ensure you life as well, I wish to set you free from the grasp of man and my own." She allows her words to slip out genuinely, trying to forget that stopping once means death. She does not look back, nor gawk forward. She allows the creatures she sits upon guide her with only a grasp of the reigns to hold her upon it. Her face twists as the entrance of the town is just up ahead. She must be quick. No stopping. Just a rush of air in the town. She must continue. No stopping. No stopping.

MrMurasaki: The Captain drew ever closer, he drew his blade and had it extended outward to his side cutting through the air just as Draxis had done the night before in his persuit. "I will not fail, this Elves blood shall paint my Face My Champion" the words whispered through the empty focused mind of the Captain. The fabric of humanity that existed within the 13th was just that, the ability to speak within their mind. The words that ran through the mind of the Captain while he investigated the woman are best left unsaid. As the 13th would line up with ther Captain his speed would accelerate pushing the pack closer and closer gaining at tremendous speed. He took the ornately carved mock elvish blade of his Champion and slammed the side of the blade into the side of the horse causing a shrill whipping sound and the pained winnie of the Horse to carry into the ears of the Raven Elf. Knowing of her Kinship to Elves they knew that Elves had a connection to Life around them in everything and seeing her take the bird only cemented this in his psyche. He let out a new sound of the 13th, unlike their booming celebratory war crys this was very shrill, very shrieking a cry that was taught to them by Draxis in the Dark influence of the Drow. this blood chilling screech would seemingly bring a chill to anyone with a warm enough heart to feel. with a vile his undertone he let out the cry. "Hissska." followed imediately by the mutual cry of the rest of the 13th Legion and their actions would follow as the Captains had, they drew their weapons for the archers and the pikeman they took out and added accesory that all 13th kept in their saddle. A riding crop whose strap was replaced with weaved and knotted leather with small dull blades woven in the mess. The 13th slammed their weapons into the horses, not damagingly hard to hinder their movements but painfully sharp to merit painful neighs. Their strikes on the solid horses who were scarred, painfully and tiredly used to this.The strikes let out a hollow drumming that percussed their excelerated advancement, their shrill was replaced with a low gutteral drumming in the 13th throat acompanying the drumming of the horses. The Captains empty eyes locking onto his prize, he could almost taste it. As Darshire came into view a few miles down the road one would notice immediately that the brands of the Empire had been planted and at the gates were more of the 13th Legion and obviously more holding the city.

VampyrVixen: "I..." Her face was twisted with disgusted and a disgruntled groan would be released from her lush plump lips. She purses them with frustation as the neighs of the horses echos through her mind with agony and anguish she knew she could calm if she had the right tools against the men. She bit her lip hearing each and every one to which it made her bleed trying everything not to look back and help the poor creatures. A blood steam forming and flowing down her chin. "Curse you humans... No, not all of you. But these beings, these soldiers. Curse them all. They have no right to harm such a precious creatures... I... I will set you - you and your brethren free, I will do it. You all do not deserve to live at the mercy of man. No, the mercy of anyone. You shall be free to roam the lands at your leisure. I swear I will do it for you." she's trying now to hold back her tears that flow down her cheeks, matching her skin patterns upon her face. Her chest is pained with anger and despair. She will do anything to rescue them, but first she must rescue the two she is holding in her grasp. Her eyes now dance to see the symbols of the legion up ahead. NO. No.. She's too close, she wish to run them off the road, but making the creature already succumb to her will was already against her beliefs, she only hoped she could break through the soldiers as she moves ever so close to the rest of their force.

MrMurasaki: As she made her approach still a distance away the 13th who guarded the gate saw her and drew their weapons and formed a defense, they let out a cry although it could not be heard by her for she was still a distance away but it was made evident they did for the gate behind them opened and a flood of 13th joined their ranks. The inevitable capture before her made the Captain seethe in absolute desire, for a moment his humanity sparked and the lustful desires wafted through his mind. his hand twitched in response to this firmly gripping the reins, the twitch then turned into a firm clench as the intimate lustful thought of his hand around her neck once again sent a sensation through his spine and a sparkle to the empty eyes. The melding of his empty bloodthirst and the fabric of his humanity which now silenced his words and was exchanged with a relentless lust powered by his bloodthirst. The neck of his horse nearly grazing the backside of hers, he reached out his gauntlet plated hand towards her to grab her the mock elvish blade clenched firmly in his hand still outwards cutting through the air. As her cloak tickled the ornamented plate fingers of the Captains hand, "Bah, Boom, Bah" a loud echoing noise erupted before them, this was no War Cry of the 13th Legion but something more mechanical, elemental. The Captains lustful empty eyes raised from her figure and focused forward what once stood a gated blockade was now a mass of rubble. A dark shadow loomed overhead, followed by others while the tree canaopy made it impossible for them to see what was above but the Captain knew, the 13th knew which is why they were ordered to remain. The Sky Fleet had made their return to Darshire. The Warships of 12, with three medium sized bulky Flagships lead by a slightly larger and bulkier flag ship whose Sails were adorned in black with the gray head of a howling wolf seamlessly etched into the sails and a large balloon hovereing above yet straped firmly in place. As they rode out of the trees the Sky Fleet came into view, the flag ships hovered over the city securing the center and the remaining 9 circled the perimiter of the city their cannons at the ready to strike any reinforcements who would try to ride into town. each ship moving in a circular motion never stopping, not resorting to cannon fire in the city just to the outside. the 13th had been ill equipped to handle this assault, their arrows and pikes proved useless againt the reinforced under hauls of the Sky Ships. The remaning 13th formed in the city square, towns folk barracaded in their homes or had already been carted off at this point. Isha was able to get out of the sights of the Captain in the smoke of the rubble but she still was locked in the city. The Captain and his regiment joined the Captains total attack force in the Center, he seethed looking up to the Flag ships that shadowed the ground awaiting the next move.

VampyrVixen: Isha's eyes widened seeing her inevitable fate about. No there had to be another, please. Another way. Her hands loosened upon the regins of the horse. No... This can't be it, could it? It simply couldn't. Everything was slow, as if one casted a slow time spell. She saw the locks of her horses sway tentatively in the wind. Is this the inevitable feeling of death wrapping it's hand upon her? "May my soul lie with you my queen, so that I may find my way back to your cold, loving embrace and rejoice the natural order of life. For my body will return to the soil and prodvice nourishment to the small creatures from which they lie. For I will become one with soil and fertilize the land with my body. I will return to the earth that has provided me with the ability to survive this long, Up until my final moments. I thank you for my life, my queen, for I have lived amoung others that I am blessed to have. I hope... my life has been a fulfilling one. That I do not leave without business to be had. Let me return to you, my queen, and allow my soul to rest in peace." Though her goddess has been gone for many years, she stills believes in her power that flows through th land. "I am sorry I can not help you anymore my little friends... I wished I could free you from their harsh hands. IN my next life, I will not let anything like this stand. No. I will not." She whispers to the raven and the horse with pride and acceptance. She closes her eyes, so closely about to pull back until the sound of the boom awakens her eyes once more, seeing the rubble infront of her and the grave shadow above. Her eyes are filled with wonder at what could've caused such a blow. "NO..No... we will survive another day." She yapped the reigns of the horse for her to speed up, immediately apologizing after. She needed to know what had caused their fall, they could help her and set the horses free from their masters. She smiled happily as she raced forward.

MrMurasaki: An eerie silence fell the town, not that it had been filled with much noise since the occupation under the guard of the 13th. These traitors weren't worthy of a war cry to them, just lambs to the slaughter under the foot of the Empire. that feeling, that zealous, tyranical feeling that played on the humanity cord of the 30 remaining of 100 13th fell to a silence as for once the 13th without their Champion stood in silence, when their charge should be met with a cry. in its place the bellowing echo of a horn vibrated from the Wolf adorned flag ship and soon to follow the bellows from the rest of the fleet, the loud combined bellow seeming to go into the stars and down into the depths of the earth causing the air around the city to seemingly vibrate and rumble causing small debris on the ground to vibrate. Dust plumes ocasionally weakingly drifted in the wake of the horn blast. As the trumpets sounded dozens of ropes flew over the side of the 3 still flag ships, cascading to the bottom but with a seeming resistance to them. one by one and in pairs people of every race cladded in the armour of the Sky Fleet, weather resistant, reinforced yet flexible leather suits of armour designed in the bulky fashion of the Dwarves armour for added protection. Most cladded in leather spaulders although many would find different ways to modify their armour to their liking which was accepted. their long silken cloacks baring the SKy Fleet insignia flapped around them as they soldiers twirled through the air with the rope tied losely at their waist. Some would swing and grab at the 13th while most landed and secured the square. They were met with retaliation but the numbers of the fleet slowly began encroaching on the 30 remaining of the 13th Legion and the Captain who for the first time in his life felt the cold song of fear play on his thread of humanity. His Sword drawn shaking in his hand, he looked up to the deck of the largest of the ships and let out a painful,fear stricken battle cry towards the dark shadowed figure looming over the railing down at them "Hoo! Ra! Hoo!"as the 13th defended their posistion and the Captains empty glare at the figure on the ship Deck. Rope in his hand and foot planted on the side of the deck the figure would smirk as he pushed off the deck and descended to the ground landing with a solid thud, emphasized by his Elementium Armour, upon initial inspection he was a Mardune, the firstborn of the Dwarves. His Elementium Armour was accented by his flowing Wolf cloak whose head would make his hood that was resting ontop of his matted braided hair bound by a bandana dirtied in the various resins and debris of the mines. clenched in his teeth decorating the smirk on his beareded face was his smoldering pipe that would occasionally puff smoke at his inhales. He stood feet away from the Captain and drew his weapons, one a solid strong Mining hammer forged of Elementium and in his other hand a familure weapon, also forged of Elementeium. its designs and sculpture were that of the Druid Lyrick which Isha saw only a few times but would remmeber seeing his weapon. Both clenched in his large scarred and tempered ring adorned hand he prepared for battle, half the height but twice the size of the Captain who sttod before him.

VampyrVixen: Isha drew her horse to a stop as she saw the dark looming figure infront her, Her horse trotted happily as it now could rest dropping the reigns and staring up at his greatness she offers him a sweetened smile. "Sir, I mean you no harm nor qurral or strife. The legion had been chasing me up until this point, I know it wasn't your intention but you've saved a raven child's life and to that I must thank you sir. For even though my people do not fear death and see it as a rebirth of one's soul, that does not mean I wish to have my string be pulled, mangled, and cut by death's cold grasp. I suppose these men know not of me nor the one's who rule us... Thank you, Thank you. I'm sure my friends here would say the same." She smiles genuinely to the dwarf as her looms, she trots her horse behind him as the 13th Legion grows near. But she all though she is safe, she is not happy. No, She does not enjoy relying on other people much, but if it is to save the horses, and the little raven that is what she must do. Her little friends come firstly before her own prideful ego. "If you can manage to avoid harming their steeds... those terrible beasts have arm them for no good reason but to end my life. Scarring the creatures and causng them unneccesary pain. If you can do that much as well as protecting me, I will be in your- your entire fleets debts. Thank you." She stays upon the horse now, brushing her mane and leaning down to hug the beast's neck. "We are safe now my friend, We will be safe." She pecks a kiss against the horse, raising up to watch the battle unfold and help if she can.

MrMurasaki: The Dwarf brushed her off but not in a way of disrespect or hostility, with a gentle wave as to tell her to stay back. His face chiseled with a seriousness that only painted his face in the heat of battle, the soft hearted Thelgen was now rock solid as he marched forward, his voice would call to the 13th who charged with their Captain. The clash of steel erupted in the formerly silent streets of Darshire as the 13th Legion met the force and numbers of the Sky Fleet. Each 13th could easily fend off three of the militia that advanced on them. For each kill they let out a “Hoo! Ra!” bolstering their confidence and their morale but it still wasn’t enough as the 30 began to dwindle until it was but 13, the original 13 that scoured the grove only this morning. The Sky Fleet Soldiers didn’t act as if one would perceive a hero, they showed the Empire the cruelty they showed on them. The Numbers of the Fleet were too immense, the symbolism of this Resistance spoke deeply to the Empire on this day. A resistance force that was mere dust in the full wake of the Empire was prominent as the massive Army of Lord Lorian Castallan and the Empress herself had been held at bay by the cannon fire of the Warships bordering the City in rotation, staying their advance despite the Legion that blanketed the Land that stood with nothing to do but wait and watch as 100 of the once 1400 13th Legion were slaughtered, not knowing the number of Militia in the city itself the fact the Red Tide and the Empires Army were held in position spoke volumes that sent a ripple through the entire Empire. A message that their tyranny would no longer be accepted. Thelgen stood before the Captain as he watched the final 13 be slaughtered, Sky Fleet surrounded him and kept their weapons on the fallen Captain. Thelgen addressed the Fleet to hold the Captain there for a moment. He looked up to his ship and circularly waved his hand towards himself while signaling up to the ship. A rope ladder spun and unfurled and landed at the feet of Isha, giving a slight bounce at the end. “Your sacrifice and commitment te these beast shall not go un’eard Lass. Take the ladder and get te safety. Ye not need te see this.” He looked up at her his eyes now had been gentled in their conversation and a smile cracked his bearded, weathered and leathered face as he clenched his pipe in his teeth puffing as he spoke. “The Sky Fleet comes to the aid off all the people o this land, Lass. So welcome O’board the Sky Wolf, and watch yer step.” He nodded to her and motioned his hand up the ladder leading to his Capital Ship. The same one she had saw with the Wolf sails. He turned from her and advanced toward the Captain, who had been brought to his knees and held there. As she ascended the ladder she looked down on the City she saw the remaining towns folk slowly creep out their doors, some had already been escorted by Sky Fleet to the now lowered ladders from the other Flag Ships, the number of ladders nearly matching that of the ropes that dangled from them. One by one Townsfolk were guarded as they climbed into the War Ships, the perimeter still being maintained keeping the Legion at their doors but unable to poke their feet in. Her eyes widened as she saw the crew taking extra care to comfort the horses and guide them into the large rope nets that had been lowered from the two flag ships. One by one the Imperial Horses were taken from the Empires clutches and safely into holding where they were provided with enough water to quench their massive thirsts. As the remaining of the horses and now the townsfolk were evacuated safely aboard the Flagships the Crew and Militia of those ships returning aboard to prepare for departure, the ropes, ladders and nets all being raised. The single ladder remained hanging from the Storm Wolf, as Isha made her way to the top of the ladder a crooked, wrinkled and runed hand dressed in a Runic cloak reached out to grab her hand. “Fear not my dear Daughter of the Raven, you are safe.” She would look up to see the old familure face of Lyrick the Druid in which she aided in the Grove not long before. He helped her onto her feet of the Deck, the crew rushing around readying for departure. A helmsman stood at the wheel keeping it aligned and ready for their Captain, their Grand Admiral. Thelgen stood before the Captain, the wind blowing his fur cloak and causing the subtle bounce to his Wolf Head hood, His weapons clenched tightly in his hands. “Get ready the fleet te depart lads, leave this’n te me.” A Wood elf woman cladded in the armour of a Sky Fleet Officer stood holding the mock blade of the Fallen Captain in her hands before she departed she stood at a reasonable distance in which she could defend with her primary sword clenched readily and wantingly as was the mock elvish blade in her other hand. Hate filled her eyes mixed with pain stricken and tired emotion. She looked over to Thelgen who nodded to her as she tossed the blade into the body of the still kneeling Captain with a shrill hiss as she made her way to the ladder, the last of the Militia to leave Thelgens side. All of the Sky Fleet watched what was about to transpire between their Respected Admiral and this Fallen Captain Imperial Filth, except the cannoneers who kept the Red Tide and Empire at bay. The stocky boulder of a man approached the still kneeling Captain his sword clenched in his hand, his Imperial banner that once was strapped to his back was cut and scattered amongst the debris of war. Thelgen stood before him at a safe distance, his pipe clenched tightly in his teeth as he spoke. “Get uuup ye blasted silent Devil, don’t think ye can get te the level o a Dwarf merely by kneelin.” A chuckle emited from Thelgen. At the final parting word and the noise, the noise of the Dwarves mocking laugh the Fallen Captain in Bloodrage launched from his kneeling position into the executed guard of Thelgen. The Empty eyes of the glaring Captain now just seemed dead as the last bit of humanity severed within him, his strikes weren’t held back and he launched with aggressive relentlessness into the formidable guard of Thelgen, blocking the strickes with either his Hammer or his Sickle. For what seemed like hours but was only minuets the two locked guards and didn’t budge. With every strike the Captain landed it was followed with a bellowing yet shrieking “Ra!” Thelgen keeping strong his posture and his defenses, there is a great benefit in being born so short and stocky. The Captains form although precise, lethal and swift was hindered by the size difference. The 13th were trained to kill Elves, tall slender creatures not these boulder like warriors. This did not occur to him in his severed rage, he just swung to kill and blood thirst with the laughter of failure rang through his mindless head. Thelgen getting tired of this deadlock, shifted his form as a strike came in. He locked the blade of the Captain with his sickle and pulled him into him by his blade. Thelgen threw his full force upward, through the top of his Elementium Hammer into the chest plate of the Captain. The Hammer itself was sculpted in such ways that the heads on either side of the hammer were shapped like a howling wolfs head but completely solid in the mouth showing the Wolves were engraved in after the Hammer was forged. The clash of the Elementium Hammer and the Elementium Chestplate of the Captain. They kept their form against each other, both remaining strong in the massive combined force of the blow. Having their weapons and armour proving useless now it came down to the Warrior. One a typical human but strong and built to be a killing machine an assassin in plate the other a mountain of muscle built into the shape of a strong, secure boulder that grounded itself deeply. To no surprise of Thelgen the Captain went flying back through the air, the plate reverberating from the blow causing a loud gonging sound to rattle the ears of the Captain who yelled out in pain and great displeasure. He coughed and spat, blood and a lot of it, he knew not his time was up he knew nothing just Blood, just slaughter. Despite his injury he snarled forward the blood spurting out as his lethal yet very human body showed signs of the collapsed lungs within him. His steps slowed and his arms shakingly raised with his blade in his hands as his advanced fueled only by hatred and anger now guided his final steps. “Aye Lad, ye put up a valliant effort but I cant bare te see anyone suffer, not even a silent Devil like yer self. I hope in yer next existance you can make amends te this atrocity.” As the Captain launched forward Thelgen switched his feet, instead this time his hammer deflected the Captains blade, he crouched down even lower as if it were possible and with the muscle of his powerhouse legs he launched himself spinning in the air with ease, his wolf cloak brushed across the face of the Captain for the first time blocking the burning glaze of the Captain. Then in the final execution of his form he executed with a loud bellowing Dwarvish battle cry a slash of his sickle that slipped perfectly between the exposed collar of his Elementium Helm and Cuirass severing his head in a precise motion. Thelgen landed on his feet, the fingers of his hand that wielded his hammer were planted into the ground bracing his landing and he sickle raised in the air behind him, so quick his hand no blood tainted it. The pressure in the strike nearly non existant, the blood poured in a swift gush the look of the Captain forever burned into the lifeless head, The look of failed fear and the Captains body stood in place a moment Sword still clutched in a death grip that would remain until the next soldier would come discover it. The now physically lifeless husk crippled to its knees causing the head to bounce and then roll off to the side and the remaining husk falling to the ground at Thelgens feet. He sheathed his weapons then stood with a hand at his waist and the other gripped the bowl of his pipe as he puffed it. “They’ll never forget this.” He chuckled to himself looking up at the Fleet who had all now been cheering and letting out the bellows of their War Horns. Thelgen grabbed the Ladder and blew his horn, the Capitol Ship began to sail off back towards the Starfall Mountain and following behind it the other Flagships then followed by the remaning ships breaking their circle to rejoin formation, Thelgen climbing the ladder and returning to his place at the Helm of his Sky Wolf Capitol ship. A confident grin coming to his face as he lead the fleet and the remaining survivors of Darshire to the West Gate, the base of the Resistance. Darshire was left empty, it fell silent as the grave, it was blanketed with the 100 dead bodies of the 13th Legion regiment in Darshire, 100 dead sprawled through the city and in the city square their Fallen headless captain who still clenched the mock blade of his Champion in his lifeless hands. As the fleet dispursed the silence of the City was met with the sound of horse hooves and the clanking of plated soldiers cladded in the Insignias of the Empire and the Red Tide, well they go it they got their Darshire. They could have it for now, all that mattered to the Resistance and their Armada was now going to save their beloved Malgus from the clutches of the Empire, no matter the cost…