Three days ago.

On the five metre stone wall that surrounded Groggic’s town. A Knight and Mage stood at their post. The two men sat over the edge sharing a bowl of sweet grapes.

They stared off into blue skies, with wisps of white clouds above them. The gentle breeze blew against their faces with the warm sun bathing them for the perfect day.

From the tree line, three legions of Elven warriors bordered the town. They now wore sleek emerald leather armour, with a single arming sword by their hip, and buckler on their forearm.

The gate of their respective affinity, was imprinted onto the face, of their bucklers. They blended perfectly to the canopy provided by the old trees.

There were three captains to the legions, two of them were burly men, wearing large plates of silver armour.

Ul’lanna was the third, slender yet tall captain. She wore a more sleek form fitting armour, wielding a nodachi.

The longer katana was forged from a metal native to the south. Mythril a nearly weightless me