Darkness, despair, pain, suffering unimaganable...Burning villages and people...Hope all but lost...Death. With a gasp RedLance awakens from the nightmare. The campfire burned down to just the red glow of embers. That moment in the night when all is quiet and anything is possible. Sitting up he realizes his dagger is in his hand. Unable to shake the nightmare off he listens to the silence surrounding him. Evil tries in many ways to invade ones heart even in your dreams.
But he knows this was something even more. No longer can he await the others. Breaking camp and packing what few belongings he brought with him. He writes a message for any of the others that may make it here.
My Dearest Friends,
I can no longer await you here to discuss what must be done. You will find me back in my own lands. The time for secret meetings is over. Meet me at your conveniance in the open and back in our homelands. There is still much we need to discuss.
Slowly he lead his Horse thru the darkness of the deepwoods to begin the journey home. Just as the sun starts to rise he reaches the edge of the woods. In utter amazement his eyes fall upon a host of horsemen. A rider approaches him and a growl escapes his lips.
RedLance; Lord Djorun what the bloody hell are you doing here. He growls at the head of his personal guard.
Chuckling Djorun replies; Now Milord you may be our Leader and one of the Leaders of the Tribe. But last I checked it's my rear in the sling if anything happens to you. Now Milord are you finished running around the countryside or do I need to kill some more misguided souls trying to keep me from your side?
Shaking his head RedLance clasps his arm tightly. No my friend the time for running around doing nothing is over. Riding up to his men his voice booms across the field.
Guards, Knights, Squires...Today we ride for home in all haste. The darkness is falling across the Land and there is not much time left. It will be a fight and some will die...Chuckling...Hell all of us will problably die. But let us give a fight such as will be remembered for generations to come. That though we be few. Our Hearts beat with a light and a courage unmatched in this world. Unfurl the Banners. Let the Eagle fly.
As One the Thirty Thousand Heavy Cavalry throw back their cloaks revealing their gleaming Black and Silver armor. With a Roar echoed by every voice in the host and followed by the sounding of 500 horns. RedLance takes off at a gallop with Lord Djoran at his side and the men of the Eagle Watch behind him.