The night was unusual this evening. He could feel it in the very air he breathed. Nobody talked about it, nobody had to. The tactician moved silently along the shadowed walls overlooking the castle and its surrounding areas. Each step fell soundless along the stones. Even the torchlight that gave a dance of orange glow seemed to shrink slightly as he passed.
The gates werent holding, their incomplete construction was being pummeled by the enemy every chance that they could muster the troops to storm. Twice now the Samurai had fallen in battle. Nimbis was caught in the halls. Kacus had been killed and he had fell as well. Things were looking rough.
The knights worked onward, ever vigilant and trusting in their Kings and diety. Faith never faulters in the true. This caused a twitch of a smile to soothe itself over the features of the creature as it watched the men working on the drawbridge. For now Indrrecor had his hands full, and it was alot for the man to handle.
The amber fire that burned in Armanon's eyes cooled abit as a talon ran along his maw. The creature turned and headed toward the east tower. Ahriman's Chamber sat atop the tower shrouded by the Shade.
Even as Armanon entered a silent prayer went through him as he passed through the Skrying chamber, please Ahriman, hear us. We need your help.
Posted by Armanon at July 25, 2005 11:55 AM