The Lone Knight Of Storm's Crossing

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

 

 

 

The pounding of the hands of thousands of undead echoes throughout the Nations Crossing as the hordes of the North attempt to breach the keep of Storm's Crossing. In the midst of the chaos an arrow falls upon the horde followed by several others. Much of the horde turn their attention to an armored man on the hill as the man clips his bow back onto his back and unsheathes his golden longsword. The golden sword glimmers as it is raised, hitting the moonlight.

 

The cream colored stead begins its gallop towards the outskirts of the horde. The armored man thrusts his blade into the horde, cutting down an enemy. He continues to do so while riding back and forth along the lines of the horde. Soon though he begins to become overwhelmed by the shear numbers of the horde and he directs his stead down the road. The horse turns back to face the horde as the Northern beasts begin to breach the keep. A few more arrows are directed to the horde by the man in armor before he retreats down the road.

 

The shrieks of dwarf and men echoed through the land as the keep was stormed with the Northern demons, the keep had been lost. The man had received no help from others as he cut down much of the horde before his retreat. Nobody besides himself had come to the aid of the fort. He continues to ride toward Oren, anger building on his face of which was covered by his helmet. He de-mounts his horse as he reaches the gate of Abresi. He takes off his helmet and holds it as his side, as he peers into the city. He knows the city will fall if this threat is not defeated. Valon Tyrannis clenches his fists and nods slowly to himself as he ascends into Abresi.

[Heff 2460]

*Meanwhile a breeze rolls through Malinor*

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

[ignore this]