Subject: Invasion Arkane.... again.

The Verminasian soldier looked at the Northern gate of Arkane. Well, that's what it was called, even though no gate stands there. None has stood since Arkane fell to his Army the first time. The only sign of resistance these last few days had been the continued boulder being launched from within the city somewhere. He had lost a few friends in those onslaughts but not nearly enough to sway their sizable force. Finally the order came down. "CHARGE!!!!" His adrenalin pumping into overdrive, he breaks into a full run, his battalion around him. The fallen gate looming before, still no resistance, other than the occasional boulder lunging into his army behind him. Blood lust fills his soul and he belts out a war cry, mirrored by the men who follow him. Still nothing. Something wasn't right, but by now they were in full charge, no turning back. Three whole battalions pour into the gates open archway. As soon as the third enters, loud yells reach out from behind. The soldier turns and sees his men burning; hot oil splashing over them. Then the arrows began. Seemingly out of nowhere, archers on both sides of the battalions start pummeling them with arrows and then the soldier sees them, two mages, and one on each side. Explosions rip through his ranks. The oil on his men is igniting and building a wall of fire. The Verminasian army still outside the wall cease in their charge. For the burning mass before them is impenetrable. Pike men rush out of the houses around the gate and close ranks melee breaks out. The soldier fights, taking down some the pike men, as his men fight with true valor. Of course with a wall of fire behind you and an army around you, you tend to fight with valor. The soldier and his ragtag battalion, what was left of it, continue to smash through the ranks of pike men. The soldier turns, slaying the young pike man who just ran his friend through. Then he feels it: the burning pain in his side. He turns slowly and sees the reason. A knight, bearing the mark of the Marauders stands before him, his sword dripping blood, an evil leer on his face. The soldier falls to his knees and with the last of his strength, brings his sword to bear and splits the knight in half. Before the Knight even hits the ground, the soldier drops. His blood pumps out in spurts and then gently slows to a trickle. The young soldier, known to some as Benigaris succumbs to the gods request for his soul and he perishes. The last of the three battalions that had entered. Silence then takes to the airs. All is calm as the fires dwindle to a mere whisper of what they were.