Prince Tzakiv Korya of Orlov |
"I send for blades and find my draw empty, where are these damn mercenaries..."
The youngest of the lords stood with his fellow nobles as the Prince glowered at the grand table angrily. The twins were with him today and that was always a bad omen. The young lords dragon hung back with the others, watching in an empty way as her young rider stepped forward and gave a detailed report. "They entered the mountains, they appear to have increased their numbers drastically before leaving Brevoy and are experiencing the fiercest winter storm I have ever ridden through. Also, more shocking Commander Hawk has crushed the mountain lord..."
The Prince rose to his feet with this shocking revelation. "What?! That ice demon has finally fallen?" His elation was temporary and he sat down then and steeples his fingers as he allowed the younger lord to finish his report.
"The Mountain Lord stalked them for quite sometime, I noticed a number of sentries were literally stolen from the camp. Then one night a particular mercenary, a Tian one from what I could see. Cut off the demons wing when it came to snatch him up. Without their maneuverability the ground battle was fierce but short lived." He draws a document out of a scroll and hands it to one of the twins who eyes the young lord in a fierce way, which was the norm.
She reads it over, counting the numbers and then remarking. "Hawk released a small detachment for an unknown detail, they were lost in the overreach of the mountains forest. Though it is noted some sort of battle occurred the night before."
The Prince shook his head before laughing aloud. "These Blades cut a path don't they. I wonder if they are pillaging along the way..." He smirks as the younger lord waits patiently to speak again. "It would be good if they did. It would make things easier."
He looks to the newest Lord among them. Or should he call her Lady...
"How goes your clearing Lady Lenusya?" He smirks as on of his lord chuckles, mainly Lord Grenalf.
Lady Lenusya rises from her seat and curtsies to the Prince. "Difficult my liege. My forces are small but we are making progress, though an all out attack would devastate my fighters and our opponent significantly out numbers us."
The prince taps his chin as she speaks. "What primarily are you facing? I thought it was merely undead rabble?"
She nods, knowing better then to correct the Prince before he finishes speaking. "Yes but they are lead by necromancers whose magic is the difficult part, they continue to raise more undead to replace the ones we destroy. It is... Frustrating."
The Prince smiles darkly as he remarks. "Looks like I know where to send these Blades first..."