From: Sun 23:07 Subject: [Dagger] [PORC] : Help is on the wayTo: "Daggerlist" Dreadmaster Sollar stood outside the Tower of Ebonarm with his Fist. In the East, the first rays of a golden dawn could be seen, but the man who had once been Th’Sollar did not notice. Today he was to go to war for the first time in centuries. Today he may have to kill again. After today, the world would not be the same. He silently looked over at his Fist, all of them standing in their green, Orcish armour, Longswords in sheaths and Tower Shields strapped to arms, crimson red cloaks lying flat against their backs on the windless morning. Sollar silently fingered the medallion that he still wore and looked at the Dreadknights again, each Tower Shield also adorned by his emblem. As he turned back to the Tower, he saw the Window open, and heard in his mind the voice of Ebonarm. "The invader has seemingly given up his hopes of conquest, Dreadmaster," said the voice. "However, there is still the matter of the army that he brought and the fact that he appears to be rampaging around in a most unusual form at the moment. Thy task is to attempt to speak with the invader, Tamislane, and offer assistance to rid Tamriel of the army. Now go!" The voice disappeared and Sollar mounted his tall grey gelding. Once he was mounted, he signalled for the Fist to march. He rode through the Window and watched as it closed when the last of the Dreadknights were through. Sollar looked around, but did not recognise the small island that they had walked onto. Looking on the coast and seeing the horizon, he could tell that they were either in or near Wayrest, but that was the best he could do. In the near distance he could see a castle. Shrugging he shoulders, he gave a signal to the five thousand, three hundred and eleven Dreadknights and rode towards the castle. As he rode, he cursed the unusually flat terrain – the people there would be able to see him approach for miles. If they were awake enough they had probably already seen him… Dreadmaster Thispan Th'Sollar, Father of all Werre, First Dreadmaster of the Great Lord's Dreadarmies --------------------------------------------------------------------- Chris John Cunliffe Chris John Cunliffe 1 Margaret Ave Standish Lower Ground Home Voice: 01942 824039 Wigan Home Fax: 01942 824039 Lancs WN6 8LU England Additional Information: Last Name Cunliffe First Name Chris Additional NameJohn Label Home 1 Margaret Ave Standish Lower Ground Wigan, Lancs WN6 8LU Engand