-=Rivertown=-
//I suppose 11 days is enough for them to get here... heh\
Once again did the sky become disturbed with wyverns - and once again did no sound come from them at all. This time, however, there were only eight of them. Seven normal ones, and one much, much bigger one (or was it even a wyvern?). Considering the group's small size, they were quick to arrive to the battlefield. Worthy of note was their unorthodox landing, or, more precisely, the lack thereof. Seven of the smaller wyverns bore no riders at all, but held what looked from a distance like silver statues in their decaying claws. At their arrival, the wyverns dropped the statues down to the ground behind a hill, and flew off into the horizon. Or, at least, the seven of them did.
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"So she told me she needed a couple Augments, and she got them! Why does everyone absolutely HAVE to throw a tantrum when I decide to leave the Citadel? It's a good thing I've personally decapitated anyone who dared to say that I cannot take care of myself, else I would still be fighting off my advisers like hounds off freshly downed dear.
Landing my glorious signature Winged Messenger, I took a second to observe the sad excuse for a battle that has occurred on this land that is, by all technicalities, mine. Pathetic, not even a single Necromancer to break up the boredom! It is an opportune time for me to arrive, then.
Before making myself known, I decided to take note of the combatants in the proverbial arena. There, over by the hamlet, stood some dolt in a white robe made of silk and, apparently, "linnen", holding a protective aura about the buildings. Almost brings a tear to my eye to see my enemies shield my own people.
Then, of course, there was Draven - that twisted mutilation of nature who would be of far more use inside my furnaces - fighting off some half-dog...thing... and another chap with wings whom I'd never seen before. Speaking of dogs, there were some furry beasts running back and forth between the main army of... what are those?
Those are not human, either? I assume them to be those Elementals that Eris roared about for a good half an hour with foam at her mouth, promising Augments to be the perfect defence. Well, I suppose we'll have to see about that.
The rest seemed to be too minor to worry about. With those thoughts in mind, I finally decided to let myself be known."
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The earth itself shook as the lumbering wyvern-like creature thundered forward into the battle. The seven silver statues came to life, and used whatever means they had available to follow the undead beast toward the carnage, some shambling, some crouching, some pulling themselves across the ground with their long arms. But this was not the whole force.
Behind the frontline, a single phantom ambled casually in Draven's general direction, holding his hands behind his back. While there was absolutely nothing threatening about the way he moved, all life seemed to dim around him - the trees stopped swaying, the grass below his feet was quickly overcome with blight, and the ground boiled with insects trying to get out of his path - but falling dead in mid-air. Several Elementals noticed him, and charged at the ghostly man, wearing vicious grins and brandishing their weapons. They quickly learned their mistake as they stumbled over each other's feet, falling right through him, who appeared to be completely unaware of their presence.
He finally reached Draven, and smiled at him:
-"My, what do we have here? Draven, it is not good manners to get new toys and hog them without letting the other kids know. Luckily for you, I have some new toys here of my own..."
