A few days ter a scout mounted on a rge lizard surveys the area. looking upon the ruble with discontent knowing what it signified. Hours ter in some quickly assembled tent not too far off from the vilge a commander sits among his informants discussing this acquired information.”this is clearly the works of the luutons my lord the way the area is riddled with arrows and ice is clear evidence of their disturbing presence”
the commander’s gaze looks heavy as he peers at his advisors.” but why would they be so far from their territories ? we’ve never seen them come this far before, usually they stay closer to their mountains than our afar pins”his voice sounds not disconcerting of the evidence but confused by its existence.
“They are a people of the highest mountains who used their beast to leach off of more civilized peoples. The nds of astra is many miles from their mountain ranges and not often victim to their raids”
the commander states out loud trying to reason why they might be here.”regardless of why sir they still are here and we must take action of some kind before they are able to do further harm to our people!”
The other informants all seem to nod in agreement causing the general a bit of discontent. letting out a heavy sigh before speaking to the room” then first we must send a letter to the capital notifying the kings of astra of a potential conflict with the luutons. Then we must prepare to train our warriors in fighting an Ariel mounted combatant.”
his voice rings with authority before he had even finished speaking, actions had already been put into motion to execute his command. The man who stands so proudly among everyone is a man from a great and ancient legacy, long patches of red hair cover his scalp to where only the middle of his hair is a dark brown. He stands taller than the other men at a staggering 6’9. bronze Armour ordains his body while underneath lie clothes that are dyed a deep red to signify his nobility and his stature.
his hand rests comfortably on the head of the hilt of a sword. His face is heavy with seriousness as his aging face shows great signs of wear . his left eye is blind as a ssh goes from top to bottom of the eye. His name is Arden cofeneva astra, a name that carries much weight. He is a man whose name will not easily be forgotten to the erosion of time, as he exits the tent he heads toward his mount climbing onto his impressive beast, a giant lizard of some sort that rivals the beast of old. He positions himself onto his saddle and looks toward his little ptoon” i know not why these raiders of the north have decided to pgue our nds but it matters not as we soon we will drive them back to their freezing mountains and avenge our people whose lives were lost in these savage raids!”
the ptoon of thirty men cheer their weapons held high they start patrolling the countryside the pins that follow along the river of the foremost northern provinces of the kingdom. twelve days ter and three more destroyed vilges they finally spot the airborne raiders; it seems they had just finished off another vilge . Arden and his men charge towards the raiders. The luutons quickly mount their and flock into the air increasing their distance from the ground bound astrans. Once they air are too high for the astrans arrows to hit, they swarm the astrans above head firing volleys of arrows at them picking the soldiers off without losing any of their own.
Arden in hopes of stopping the volley raises his hands releasing forth a wave fire from his palms. burning the wooden body of the arrows but as the metal tips simply melt in his fmes causing the molten metal to rain down upon them being striking his men down. quite a few of Arden’s men having already bit the dust, the luutons descend down towards they ground the raiders remove their gloves and seconds before crashing into the astran army they pull up releasing waves of ice upon them. Arden reacts quickly summoning a wave of fmes to keep his troops from freezing over.
Standing in the front of the ptoon hes able to cancel out a great portion of the wave of ice. though he couldn’t save the men on the farthest edges of the ptoon he was able to save most of them.him and his surviving soldiers quickly turn to fire arrows back at the luutons sending a few to their graves though they get no chance to revel in taking a few soldiers down as another volley of arrows comes down on them. Arden is hit in shoulder before he can react his grip on his sword strengthens as he bears the pain he violently swing his sword in an upward strike releasing a thin wave of fire slicing through the raiders in his above him. A few other soldiers fire random bst into the overhead raiders fire meets ice, melted arrows fling around as both take heavy casualties. as the st of the luutons fly over head around 6 of the astrans remain to face down what looks like to be well over fifty luutons
suddenly among the flying hoard a winged behemoth descends from the flock on top of it is a man his presence chills the air causing Arden’s hair to tense up . His hair was a brilliant white that blended in with the clouds of the sky. throwing off his goggles reveal his snow white eyes except for the bck of his pupils . He looks at Arden with a gaze that sends chills down the experienced warriors spine.
As he slowly descends above the group his face never changes its just a wall of unrelenting self content. Arden has no idea what to do and falters he simply gazes at the descending raider. the luuton looks at Arden with little disregard and hovers his hand over him and without saying a word he releases a wave of cold upon him. Arden eyes goes wide he throws his sword to the ground to use both hands to release a wave of fire from his palms. the two opposing elements battle for superiority ice and fire csh pushing at each other. Arden pushes with all his might to try and subdue the unrelenting blizzard while the raider looks at him with almost a look of slight annoyance to the struggling astran.
the red leaves Arden’s hair as he exhaust his power the raider simply looks at him in a voice that cuts into his soul. Arden is outmatched as wave of ice pushes onto him ”die astrou”a single hair on the man turns bck as he pushes more energy out of his extended palm. Arden is frozen solid in a case of ice
The mounted warrior nds on him shattering the frozen warrior he looks at the surviving members of the terrified ptoon and grabs a random soldier”you will give message to astrou king, astrou or die”
his voice shakes the soldier. by native speakers standard the man spoke like a heathen his understanding of the astran nguage seems to be small but his voice seem to show no care for his possible blunders. The solder nods his head his full attention given to this heathen trying to remember ever single word the luuton says as the rest of his troupe is killed behind them. once he has said what he needs to he throws the soldier to the ground and flies off heading north.
