The battle between the Shadow Knights and the Demon Riders raged far into the next season, neither side giving in even as the Shadow Knights were pushed from Yetis Castle into the foothills of the Lanv mountains. The Battle of Yetis Moor, fully intended to have only been a siege on the castle, turned into a full scale guerilla war between the two evils. At the end of the season, snows started to fall, blanketing Yetis Moor in snow three feet deep. The lands beneath the snow, warmed by constant travel of the wyrms (who found the soil in Yetis Moor much more appealing than the rock under the mountain), turned to pure ice beneath the feet of the Demon Riders. Meanwhile, the Shadow Knights lived in cold luxury, within the cave systems of the mountains. When the spring season returned to the lands, the Shadow Knights found it easy to destroy the remnants of the Demon Riders.
With the battle won and several captives of the war, the Shadow Knights abandoned Yetis Moor to the Wyrms (who had no way of telling friend from foe and tended to eat the Shadow Knights just as much as the Demon Riders) and took over a city on the sea. Regaining their forces, the knights have set their sights on the city of Blode, a human settlement and the heart of the Voric Knighthood.
With the battle won and several captives of the war, the Shadow Knights abandoned Yetis Moor to the Wyrms (who had no way of telling friend from foe and tended to eat the Shadow Knights just as much as the Demon Riders) and took over a city on the sea. Regaining their forces, the knights have set their sights on the city of Blode, a human settlement and the heart of the Voric Knighthood.
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-Quasim-
Quasim stood at the front lines, his human body taller than most at an impressive seven towering feet. Blood red scale armor adorned his chest, catching the rays of sunlight slanting through the clouds. Quasim, in his human form, was unusually handsome. He wore no helmet, his hair atop his head a deep red, his eyes an unnatural silver. His face was smooth, boyish at first glance, but still retaining a strong jaw and the dangerous aura he gave off as a dragon. His body was toned and tan, muscles rippling just under his skin. His silver eyes shifted to his left and his right, glancing at his armies. The calvary stood at the ready on the front lines, behind them the foot soldiers waited, pikes and lances at the ready.
-Voric Knighthood-
The city of Blode, in its peaceful state, had been a beautiful white-stone fortress. The Voric Knighthood had patrolled the walls lazily, watching the daily going-ons. Blode sat in a state of defense, its army located within the walls, surely at the ready, the walls splashed with red where the rising sun gazed upon them. The knights on the wall shaded their eyes with their hands, gazing into the distance, watching the armies amass on the horizon. Dragons of good wheeled over the castle, there for the final battle to wipe evil from the earth.
-Storm and Fenron-
Storm's wings flexed, her excellent eyesight catching glimpses of armor shining in the sunlight on the wall walks of Blode. Her lips pulled back in a grin, expectant of the upcoming battle. Her gaze landed on Fenron, who stood near her. Their days in battle were numbered, the old werewolf was beginning to lose his speed. Until the day he faltered in battle, Fenron wouldn't retreat from the Great Dragon's cause. Storm flicked her wing out, draping it across the werewolf, enveloping him. It was a sign of unspoken friendship between the two.
The army was still assembling on the slope, as far as the eye could see there were knights, goblins, ogres, all manner of frightening, vicious beast. The armies of the Shadow Knights awaited the order to storm the city of Blode with eager, evil glee.
