Dalanesca could hear the blood rushing in her ears before she could sense anything else. Shortly thereafter, the goddess’s icy blue eyes snapped open as a blood curdling scream emitted her mouth. She curled over to one side as she gasped for air, coughing and choking on the life force that had forced its way back into her body. Her hands came to clutch at the place in her chest that the spear had pierced her; the weapon lay discarded to one side.

Pulling herself into a sitting position, Dalanesca locked eyes with Angela, clearly aware that her sister goddess was the one who had brought her back from whatever dark place it was she had gone to. It was strange – though she witnessed in Inferos each and every single day the torturous existence that those who perished with any sin in their life experienced, she herself, the named Matriarch of the Underworld – where she had gone there had been nothing – just darkness. It had not been what she expected, but she knew that she now owed her existence to Angela… as well as the Voice, who she could see looming behind the life goddess.

As grateful that the Reaper was that she had been wrenched from the confines of her demise, she felt… wrong. She could feel the connection she held to the powers of desire, yes, and of course she could feel her ties to the Underworld and to Death itself. But still, something was wrong. She felt… different, and she could not quite place her finger on what it was. Something churned deep within her, a desire for something – and then, she realized what it was – hunger. It was a rare occasion that the goddess felt hunger, but she imagined that being resurrected in the fashion she had been would cause even a god to need some nourishment. Her head was also throbbing – she hadn’t had a headache that bad in a long time.

Nevertheless, she pushed the pain of the headache as well as the pangs of hunger aside, and the goddess did something that no one would ever expect: she listened to the Voice. For once, the goddess gave the higher power her undivided attention – perhaps she had learned her lesson, or perhaps she just did not want to experience the pain of dying again. Either way, she was listening this time, and she was hearing the horrific words that the Voice shared.

Silence fell over the group, and Dalanesca took in a sharp breath, getting to her feet. The feeling in her gut was not going away, and the headache was becoming overwhelming, but she knew her duties to Revaliir were far more important at this time. When the Voice had finished speaking, Dalanesca’s eyes scanned her fellow gods before her. ”I’ve learned my lesson the hard way,” she said, and it was clear that this humbling matter of speech was rather difficult for the goddess. ”If it were not for the Voice and Angela, I would not be standing here, and control over death would be lost forever, among other things,” she said, her words wavering only slightly. ”But I stand here and assure you, that I will listen to the Voice and heed his warnings, and proceed with the utmost caution,” she continued. The gods continued their discussion, suggestions on plans being made.

-

Not much time had passed since her resurrection, yet Dalanesca now found footing in Itjivut, discussing tactics with one of the Hifae generals on the edges of Hiadref, planning a strategy. Scouts had mentioned a large regiment of invaders moving through the blizzards the sorcerers conjured, and they knew it was time to plan. Currently, they were awaiting more outside reinforcements – talks of advancing into the blizzards themselves were in the works.

The goddess was clothed rather unusually to those who knew her – sturdy leather armor covered her nearly head to toe, reinforced with heavy metals in key areas. She was not going to take any changes – her long, black hair was pulled into a braid beneath a hood, a leather guard covering the lower half of her face. Only the telltale icy blue eyes of the Reaper were visible, darting back and forth between the general with whom she spoke, and scanning the area for those who would be coming to their assistance.

Visiting the ice island was not on the top favorite list for L’van or Naurth. The pair was quite used to the cold of high altitudes, but the lower ranges afforded them the ability to warm up normally. Only on occasion did the dragon and rider take routes to Itjivut, but this trip was different. There was no time or leniency to ignore the ice isle. A new threat was descending upon the land. Often the dragonriders were able to keep their culture out of the clashes that continued to plague the world. This time, it was clear that they could not afford the same neutrality.

White dragon and his rider found themselves on the front lines against the attackers in Itjivut. L’van was strapped into his harness upon the neck of his bonded beast. Gear designed to keep him warm while in the high elevations did well to keep the rider comfortable in the cold blizzard that was hitting the island. Goggles shielded his eyes while the coat of his came over his mouth to protect his face. Naurth dug his claws into the ground. Wings were kept slightly unfurled in preparation for a quick take off when necessary. Large jeweled eyes whirled many colors, though the main one of red. The dragon was ready to take his rider into battle. It was dangerous for the pair since they were bond mentally and if anything were to happen to the other, death would ensue for the other.

Knowing the dangers, L’van and Naurth were prepared to do their part to help protect the land. L’van had a particular stake in keeping the world safe. A lovely young woman was now in the back of his mind. She was a kind young woman that he was not sure was capable of hurting another soul. If he did his part it was possible that she would not be put in such a position? It was an optimistic wish.

- Let us go to the generals’ tent and see where they would like us. Keep an eye out for anything coming our way. – L’van spoke to his bond by way of their telepathic link. Naurth bent his knee down to allow L’van the ability to slide easily to the ground once he unstrapped himself. The dragonrider pulled his goggles up to rest upon his forehead as well as unclasping the high part of his coat to expose his face. A simple sword was at his waist as no other weapons beside a dagger on the other side of his hip. L’van was not one for close combat since it was his bond that did most of their fighting if it were necessary.

The white dragon blended well with the surroundings well in the distance as L’van made his way up to the generals and the armored goddess. ”Greetings. I come as support for the upcoming battle. L’van and Naurth at your service.” He gave a small bow though he did not extend his gloved hand for a shake as he was unsure if it was correct protocol with high ranked people such as them. The rider did not want to offend in anyway, but wished to help. ”My dragon and I are ready to be used at your needed call.”

He'd always felt at home in the cold. For this reason, among others, Frey felt a kinship with the lands of Itjivut and visited often. Out in the plains of ice and snow, isolated from the rest of the world, he didn't have to wonder at what was happening without - he had to focus on his own survival, to the point he could even push aside his quest for a time.

Now, though, that reprieve had been stolen from him. He had received the message on his way back to port and hastened his pace, arriving on the outskirts of Hiadref just as the sorcerers began to conjure their blizzards. The land was in dire need, or so he'd been given to understand. In truth, he'd have preferred to find himself a nice cave in which he could hide out for the duration of the event, but his feet moved without considering his conscious opinion. It was with no small reluctance that he shuffled into camp, second-guessing himself every step of the way.

Should he help?

Curiously, despite himself, the mage found he had over time grown attached to this strange land. His answer, in the past, might have been a resounding, admittedly selfish 'no.' He kept to himself best as he could, and disliked owing any measure of debt. Even so, this land had been generous enough to take him in despite his aloof attitude and scattered memories and had proven itself - with the odd unfortunate exception - kind. Perhaps he could pay it back here and now.

The question then became: Could he help?

He would have to try. He took a moment to himself. Drew in a deep breath of frigid air. Blew it out through his nose in a cloud of white that dissipated skyward. Shifting his scarf about, nestled within his hood, he meandered until he was pointed in the right direction: there, those he'd asked had said, stood the lady in charge here. They'd gone about their business then, leaving him to his. L'van introduced himself just as the aerkai had resolved himself enough to approach, and his breath caught. A dragon…? Wondrous creatures, truly, deserving of respect. He liked L'van already, on a whim. If he could befriend a dragon, he couldn't be too bad a fellow…

Well. It wouldn't do to make too many assumptions. He shifted his gaze to Dalanesca and gave a stiff bow of his own, no matter how it pained his pride. Deferring to others, even so-called gods, had never sat well with him. He would simply have to stomach it for now, though. "I offer my greetings and support as well. Frey, at your service." He tugged idly at his scarf with his skeletal hand. "My magic is at your disposal."

Tristana had been traveling in the cold for a small while. She had gotten herself warmer robes for the journey and acceptable shoes. The winter cold bit at her cheeks but she didn't mind as much. She had also left her baby dragon back with a good friend of hers. Tristana would not bring a baby into such a dangerous battle, whether it was a dragon or not. A small smile crept onto her face when she realized that she had made it to the camp. Finally! Tristana then peeked into her bag and double checked that she had all of her supplies. This included some food, herbs, potions, and survival supplies she had brought for the battle. Tristana over the years had become more comfortable with other people. She wasn't a master at socializing, far from it, however she had become able to wave hello to some soldiers in their camps. Even if it accidentally made her look a little crazy. Tristana was looking cheerful despite the fact that she was walking into a camp made for war.

She knew the danger she was getting into but still kept an optimistic view on everything. Ahead of her was a boy and another person with a dragon. So that was what she would be expecting when her little baby dragon grew up. At least now she could understand what she needed to be prepared for in the future. It was better learning it now then finding out later. Tristana then followed the rest of them into a tent of some sort. She decided to stay towards the back since she didn't really know what she was doing. Tristana wondered why the rest of them were here. Was it to save their home? Was it for glory? Or did they find fun on the battlefield? As her eyes observed the tent she began to think about why she decided to come fight. When she heard of the battle she was a ways away from here talking to some folks. They were discussing how they were all doomed to die at the hands of these bug creatures. After learning more about the situation, Tristana decided to come fight. She had decided then and there to save as many people as she was able to. Which probably wouldn't be much at all. Knowing how terrible she was in general. But it was worth the effort. Besides maybe she can help someone. If she was able to at least help one person then all of this would be worthwhile.

It was obvious that the camp needed a bit of optimism anyway. They all looked like they went to a party where somebody took all the food and booze. Basically they looked extremely depressed. However finding the proper way of lifting their spirits would be difficult. Seeing as they were facing something very serious. Death and destruction. Apparently even the gods would be facing such a thing. Another reason for Tristana to come out and help fight. There were so many people who could be crushed and killed and harmed. Tristana did not want her friends to be killed. Even Shiloh and Zanar were at risk. She was not going to let two of the nicest gods she had met get killed either. If Tristana died then the world would be the exact same. But if her friends died then Tristana would never be the same.

Her mind then wandered to many other things such as how many battles there had been before this, what kind of weaponry this place had, if Shiloh and Zanar were put in a fight then how would they act, who was The Reaper again, how many cows would it take for a dragon to be full, if the sky was purple then would the world be effected in some way, what was the meaning of life, if a cat had nine lives then how many did a dog have, which type of plant was her favorite, and many many other bunny trails that had utterly nothing to do with the war or the battle at hand. Tristana's mind was so distracted that she hadn't noticed the other two bowing and was just standing there staring into space as these thoughts flowed in and out of her head.

It was only when the boy with the skeleton hand finished speaking that Tristana had come back to the moment and stopped thinking about such random things. Tristana didn't really know what the protocol was at all. So instead of saying anything or doing anything, she just stood there awkwardly standing. Tristana quickly began trying to remember what one needed to do when meeting the general. Did one talk or did one just keep quiet? Who was this woman anyway? What if it was somebody famous and by doing anything wrong it would be a huge insult? Well there was nothing to do but talk. Tristana needed to say something. At least some form of communication!

"Fight. I'd like to. I mean. Yeah." She said awkwardly.

Welp, Tristana tried. And sounded like an idiot. Tristana sounded like an idiot who just got drunk at the bar and was too stupid to properly speak. Well, at least things couldn't get worse. That was one thing Tristana could be positive about. A small smile appeared on her lips. 

Dalanesca’s gaze broke away from the Hifae general as the first of the volunteers approached her. She turned her attention to him as he introduced himself as well as the draconian companion that was with him, bowing. Reaching up with her left hand, she unfastened one side of the leather covering the lower half of her face, letting it hang to one side and revealing her mouth so she could address the volunteer unhindered. The goddess eyed L’van up and down for a moment, as though she were sizing him up, and did the same with Naurth. ”Thank you for joining us,” she said, giving him a nod. Her face was stern, as she had been through quite a bit lately, and she was somewhat worried about the impending battles. There was a lot more at stake than she was used to dealing with. ”We appreciate all the help we can get right now.”

Another joined the group, Dalanesca shifted her attention to the newest arrival. He looked oddly familiar to her, and she was sure that she had met him in passing at some juncture in her life. Her attention drew itself to the hand devoid of flesh and muscle, and she found it rather interesting, but made no notion to comment on such. She gave him a nod as well, and as he introduced himself, the name struck a chord as well – though she could not quite place the familiarity at the current time. ”Your help is appreciated as well,” she said, her face still remaining stoic.

Another had joined them by this point, and Dalanesca raised one eyebrow rather suspiciously. The girl that had joined them now seemed rather young, and stumbled over her words even as she mentioned that she wanted to fight with them. Beggars could not be choosers at this point in time, and perhaps she held more power than her stumbling appearance let on. ”Well, we’ll take all the help we can get,” she said, giving them all a nod of encouragement.

Whispering something to the general, he looked apprehensive for a moment, before nodding and taking his leave. Dalanesca then turned her attention to the three volunteers standing before her. ”Well, here we are. In case you’re not aware, I am Dalanesca – some know me as the Reaper, others know me as the Siren… but today, today I am simply Dalanesca. We will fight as equals today, and none of us is any less important than the other. Revaliir’s very existence hangs in the balance during this war,” she said. Her words were spoken truly and harshly, but it was needed.

”So, we’ve got… L’van and his dragon, Naurth… Tell me, what do the two of you bring to the table?” she asked. The question was not out of malice but simply curiosity. ”And Frey, what kind of magic do you possess?” She then turned her attention to the newest arrival, who had yet to introduce herself. ”And you, your name? What talents do you possess to help us defeat our enemies on this day?”

L’van stood patiently and quietly as he waited for instructions upon response of his own introduction. He watched as the woman began to unfasten the leather covering over her face. Her features were delicate and graceful, though there was something that there was a hesitation to her words and gaze that he could not quite place reason to. She looked upon him and his form with evaluation in her eyes before looking over to Naurth. The dragon shifted his wings in the distance, though he dared not allow his jeweled orbs pull away from his tasked sight. -The lady of death appears tired and has seen more of this war than any of us yet have. Our arrival are truly appreciated,- the dragon mused to his rider. L’van lifted a brow slightly and merely nodded his head. He would see her supported the best that they were capable. ”Whatever you need, my lady.”

Head turned to look upon the newcomer to join the reinforcements. Intrigue was raised at the sight of the man’s arm and hand. Skeleton for what they eye could see and yet still function. Brown eyes widened a little in surprise and curiosity. He could not help the boyish grin on his face as he focused more upon the man’s arm, though he was able to bring himself back to task. Conversation could be had after the battle was won…as long as the battle was won. - Attempt to think more positively if possible, bonded one,- the dragon goaded. L’van chuckled while crossing his arms over his chest. He nodded a greeting to Frey as well as welcome to his magic.

Another had already arrived that seemed meek in her words as well as personality. L’van clicked his tongue at the sight of the young girl. He worried for her safety in such a clash, but there was no telling what talents might be hidden within. It appeared that the lady Dalanesca was of the same mind. There were few other options available to them as it were. The rider made note to himself to keep an eye out for the young girl the best that he could.

Tail thumped from the dragon in acknowledgement of his name in the list of fighters. Naurth was looking forward to being allowed to unleash his breath upon a common enemy. The rider and dragon were still considered young among their culture. Errands were often their allowance until further need was called for. The rest of their kin were being distributed where necessary. L’van had selected this location specifically since they were the most attuned to the cold.

Questions posed by the Reaper were ones that he wanted to know as well. Thankfully someone else had asked him before he could.

Frey but gave a nod, his own expression mirroring the goddess' stoicism. Something about her tugged at the far back of his mind. It was a familiar feeling of late. Could she be another of those he had crossed in a past life? Brows flexing lightly in thought, he turned to the newest to join them, her arrival a welcome distraction.

Her youth stuck out like a sore thumb, but looks, he chided himself, could be deceiving. Even so… There was an airy look to her, he thought, and if she was faking it then she was a better actress than he. Given the situation, it was regrettable that only time would tell. He nodded curtly in greeting but kept it at that, turning his gaze back on the goddess in anticipation of whatever marching orders she deigned bestow upon them.

He schooled his face carefully as she spoke, rather doubting her words but unwilling to challenge them. A deity, willing to fight as an equal and be treated as such… She sounded earnest enough, but he'd eat his arm if it actually turned out to be the truth. When she turned to question him specifically, he nodded and shifted, green eyes levelling on hers. "Elemental magics, with a special fondness for the element of ice." There. Simple and sweet, but a complete enough picture. Or was it? For good measure, he elaborated: "If I'd arrived earlier, I might have joined the sorcerers in their attempts to slow the oncoming forces through their blizzards." He was here now, though, instead. He'd endeavour to make himself useful another way. "I have experience in both offensive and defensive use of magic. Whichever is most needed."

He glanced, then, in the girl's direction, and nodded. He'd said his piece.

Tristana had bright orange hair and a hood around her head, casting a shadow on her face. On her back was a heavy bag that contained a variety of items. From a health kit to rope to many other items for survival. Tristana listened to the other two. One was the dragon boy, he may not have been a dragon but that was his name now, who seemed to know a lot about dragons. He probably was a fierce fighter as well. Perhaps it would be a wise decision to question him more about dragons later. The more Tristana knew about them the more she could prepare for her own little baby dragon. Her attention was taken next by the boy with the skeleton hand. She wondered how delicate that skeleton hand must be. After all it is not able to get the nutrients it needs to stay as strong than if it was inside the body. That can often make the bone brittle from lack of the nutrition it requires. Or maybe it was magic and she was looking at it too seriously.


The boy did explain that he knew magic, particularly elemental magic. Tristana knew elemental magic too and she specialized in earth and fire. However fire would not be as helpful seeing as it was so cold here. Ice and wind would probably have been better. Which she had but since somebody else had it she probably wasn’t needed in that area. Water was the magic that she was least talented in of all the elemental magic she had. Tristana was also unable to summon anything. What magic did they need? What magic would be useful for them? Tristana had to think about it for a little bit then finally remembered something. She also had powerful healing magic. That was something useful she could do!



“I specialize in healing magic.” Tristana finally said, “And I’m good with some attack spells too.”


Tristana decided to not mention acrobatics or martial arts since it would be very difficult to do some of those moves on slippery ice and snow. Thousands of questions appeared in her mind but she didn’t know whether or not to say them. What were the weaknesses of these enemies? Did they possess magical abilities? How strong are they in comparison to an average human? After all they probably all are stupid or would make her seem like an idiot. Or worse they might not know these questions and by asking them she would probably irritate someone. Her attention diverted from the conversation and was instead captured by a shiny dagger in the back of a tent. It was an average dagger and probably belong to somebody. Her mind then wandered to how knives and other resources would be delivered to the camp. Did they have a system? Or was it just whoever came with whatever would have to share?


Tristana then decided to finally ask at least one of these questions. Even if she looked foolish, she would at least have the information. Besides, what could go wrong? That was a bad question but her optimistic mind decided to ask that anyway.


“So um, what…how strong, I mean do we know the weaknesses of the enemy?” Tristana said awkwardly.


Great. That was exceedingly helpful. Something was nagging at the back of her mind. Something that the general woman in front of her said earlier. Something to do with her name. Or was it her position? Viper? Viren? Sea something? Or was it something to do with death? Was she a worshiper of the dead? No she seems to be too strong and too powerful. Tristana couldn’t quite remember and regretted not paying better attention when Dalanesca was speaking. 

The answer that L’van gave was all that Dalanesca wanted to hear. Would she have been interested in what exactly his talents were, and what he would be able to accomplish as a comrade on the battlefield? Absolutely. Was she going to turn him away because his answer was vague? Of course not. She was under the impression that having a dragon on the side of the gods for the impending battle would be a very, very good thing. Her response to his declaration of loyalty was an encouraging smile – a seemingly odd thing to come from the goddess of Death.

Next, the one who had introduced himself as Frey began the explanation of his talents. ”That could be rather useful,” she said, and her face fell into quiet contemplation for a moment. ”While it would not have been bad to have another casting with the sorcerers, the storms are quite strong already. I think, perhaps, fate has dealt us a lucky hand today, having you join us,” she added, making a note to thank Shiloh Kyrie, the goddess of luck, in her own way later on. ”Perhaps your powers can intensify the blizzard and focus it just on our enemies,” she began. ”Either way, I think you will be beneficial to our cause,” she added, nodding in conjunction with her own statement.

She turned her attention back to the younger girl, realizing that the girl had still not given her name. In a normal situation, Dalanesca would have found herself incredibly annoyed, and probably bringing her wrath down upon her - but this situation was not normal by any means. ”I am sure that your healing magic will come in handy as well,” she said, shifting her weight to one foot and folding her arms across her chest. ”It might be helpful, on the battlefield, if we knew your name,” she added as an aside. ”As for the enemy, I haven’t discovered their weakness just yet - that is why we will be taking on their small scouting force. As for their strength… well, let’s just say that their weapons are powerful enough to take down a god, and we haven’t figured out how to counter that yet,” she added. ”Which, as I’m sure you know, is why I can’t take them on alone - I’ll be depending on the four of you,” she said, her eyes shifting from each member including the dragon. ”My literal existence is depending on you.”

Just then, the general that Dalanesca had been talking to as they had all arrived came back. ”Excuse me, m’lady Reaper, but the scouts have informed me that now would be best for you and your… battalion to head out,” he said, hesitating as he realized that the goddess had only three - four, counting Naurth, the dragon - to her number.

Dalanesca gave him a nod and he disappeared once more. ”Well, you heard the general,” she said, straightening up. ”Let’s move out,” she said, and moved to fasten the facemask back over the lower half of her mouth. With a wave of her hand, a harness appeared around her body with several blades attached to it. She began to walk towards the edge of the blizzard being created by the sorcerer, with the assumption that the crew would follow behind her.

Upon reaching the edge of the blizzard, Dalanesca took pause. The blizzard was so powerful that it was slowing the enemy from advancing, but it would also hinder their travel. ”Frey,” she said, addressing the elemental mage with the skeletal hand without turning to look at him. ”Do you think, with your expertise in the manipulation of ice, that you might be able to create some kind of barrier around us to weaken the blizzard just in our general vicinity? It might help save on our stamina,” she said.

She then turned to L’van and Naurth. ”Do you think you could fly ahead a bit and report back with what’s up there? We’ve hardly any visibility,” she added. She was sure that the enemy was advancing, but they needed to be certain of their position. ”And you,” she said, turning to Tristana, though she did not know the girl’s name yet ”Are your magics advanced enough to create a protective barrier around us? One that would perhaps stop any projectiles from hitting us unaware?” It was clear the goddess was attempting to create a game plan, but she wanted to put the strengths of her comrades to task as well.

The prospect of additional magick on their side was of welcomed news. L’van was not proficient in such things and in slight envied those that did have the talent. He glance at each that stood there before the Reaper as he thought there would be good use of their abilities. ’Naurth, you will want to get your fire ready within your throat. I believe it will be necessary,’ he mused to his bond. The white dragon in the distance turned his long neck to look upon his rider. Large cranium cocked to the side in wonder and then he looked away with whirling jeweled orbs. – It is clear that my fire will be of need as well as my wings, - a laughing tone came across. L’van rolled his eyes before crossing his arms across his chest and turned his back to the dragon.

Brows lifted in surprise at the news of the strength of the enemy. To have the ability to take down a god…it was disconcerting to say the very least. L’van’s brows then knit in a frown as he look at the female general. It was not an easy thing to be an immortal and be robbed of that security. The rest of the existence knew that they would end one day. Death would come for them all…and yet Death stood before them unknowing if she would be ripped from this world just as she had done as duty many times before. ”You may count on us, my lady,” L’van attempted to reassure. He felt his words would not bring much comfort, but he knew he had to attempt at something to ease her deep seated tension.

Upon command to move he began to fasten his own face covering and put googles over eyes for protection from the cold. They moved out from their protection and the rider went swiftly to his dragon. White beast knelt to allow his rider to vault with practiced ease to his seat on neck. L’van harnessed himself in preparation of potential instant take off. Naurth walked along with the group to the edge of the blizzard with his head craning above the rest. His height reached that of fifteen feet that allowed him a vantage point that was beneficial for them all. Keen senses played a good part for scouting purposes as well. As Dalanesca expressed the potential of Frey weakening the storm for their own advancement L’van smiled behind his face covering. ”Much gratitude if you do that,” he called from his perch on Naurth.

”Upon your order,” L’van responded before tapping the soft white hide of his mount to take flight. The beast shifted a few steps away from the group to allow his wings enough room to pump against the air. Legs crouched to give a powerful kick and send the pair in to the sky. Powerful wings beat the air to give them height and advantage of a view from above. – Prepare yourself for the chill. The blizzard is stronger than what we have flown in before due to magical influence. – Naurth had a tone of concern for his rider due to the fragile nature of humans. The rider responded with a loving pat on the neck of the creatures as they delved into the blizzard. L’van was grateful that his mates had argued for the extra padded googles to protect his eyes. They were his seniors in rank and were used to the harsher weather. The extra silver paid was well worth it now with the blizzard.

As the pair gained height and distance forward, L’van leaned over Naurth’s neck to look below. It was not far along that he saw the outlines of a moving group that looked to be as described their enemy. He began to count, but as he got to the total there were several arrows that flew in their direction. Naurth dipped his left wing to dodge the attack. The dragon had a smug look upon his maw as the attempts on them were easily left behind. His powerful wings beat in the air to allow them to hoover long enough to get a count and then leave. An annoyed buzzing was left behind them as the enemy still attempt to move through the blistering snow storm.

Naurth landed near where the group now was stationed for his rider to give report. ”The count comes to twenty straight ahead. If we stay upon course, they will run right into us. They saw us in the sky, but were unable to make contact. This storm is taking a toll upon their advance. If you are prepared, we may take the fight to them or way. It is upon your order, general.”