It was after the sermon when Sister Aventine, a Clergy Warmistress, and one of my most trusted members of the Clergy questioned me about the offensive,

We can spend forever throwing armies at the fool followers of Darden and they too at us. Believe me when I say nothing delights me more than to send thousands of their kind to the Goddess for Her judgement but there is more to think of...

She frowns and even before I speak, I know she resists the idea of fighting alongside the heathens. But is this Her will? I do not know my Lady, I do not know that She would want this…

How can I be angry with her, when my own soul recoils at the very same thing. And yet reason tells me of the very real danger to the Isle. It is easy to live within the Walls, to be close to the Temple and in our safehaven forget, ignore even until it is too late. I looked at Sister Aventine, whose faith was as strong as my own and spoke,

I left the City walls the other day for the first time in the Age. We forget how big the Isle is sometimes, and we forget that the grace of Isonia falls across all the lands and its peoples. But how long before they light of Isonia is extinguished around us and there is only our Temple left. When one of the heathens grows so vast that we cannot hope, even with Her help, to strike at their heart. If for but a moment the wretched followers of Darden and ourselves should turn our blades away from each other so that we may strike a strong blow at the Foretian citadels then perhaps only then we would have a chance to bring terror to those who grow arrogant and proud, nestled so safely between their mountains.

It has been decided that the greater threat to the Isonian faithful lies not with the foe we feel most strongly against but the enemy that we dare no longer ignore.

The lands had been tarnished The Cacophony had been walking as Kings. But now they were looked upon as equals in the lands of Maxim. The isle was being cleansed as they spoke, the blood being shed all over the lands of maxim as the silent one's fell slowly into an abyss.

The cleansing of the lands had been commenced Guidion, Nether, Venorik and Oktarnogal are leading the charge amongst the lands of grey. I will march with them and pull the defense's down.

The followers are darden watched as the hundreds of thousands of men armed themselves outside of the borders of the SAO lands. The men watched as Guidion and himself stood tall before the people of their kingdoms. Looking out into the horizon Murdock looked over at Guidion and nodded.

The time is now good friend, let us tear these lands free of the Silence that has become a fear to us all. But now they are just a mere silence in the faw away lands that we will continue to pummel and bring to their knees as long as I have my strength and our fellow guildmates we will conquer.

Looking out into the lands Murdock felt a drop of blood fall from the sky upon his forehead and dripped down his head he looked as the ambush's had begun. He saw the isonian flags flapping along side his own army and guidions.

They are striking upon the heathens as well, their is nothing we can do about that. Let us strike upon them a thunderous blow that will hurt them and stab them in the hearts. Not limb by limb but hit them where it counts, the heart and we will come out victorious.

Murdock raised his hand and pointed towards the lands of Silence, the armies before him that were his rushed forward and the barren lands before himself and guidion turned a blood stained red as the blood from heathens and his own were being shed. But what they didn't know is that the blood from a body was what fueled the fire in his lands. He looked over at the cemetary of the dead to the left and smirked as undead raised from their graves and marched towards the massive cluster of armies.

Dooms day they say has become a reality for the silent one's. Let the blood fly.

The goblin king had charged with his armies along side Murdock's higly disciplined troops in the first hours of the onslaught. He had also dispatched many kobold tunneler groups that would bring the cities he was to lay seige to down to the ground from underneath. The kobolds had done their job and done it well for when Oktar's armies arrived they ran rampant over the heathens. Oktar not being known for his kindness or mercy had everyone in every city, town or small outpost slain and had his voodoo priest raise the souls of the dead and used them as shock troops against their own kin. Even the small goblin looked incredibly insane in the heat of battle and bathed in the blood of heathens.

Oktar Nogal goblin chieftain
SAO and DoW
DR will not be forgotten
Azrael will be remembered

::The sun still hasn't broke the horizon yet. It's early almost too early and I stand in a large open field waiting for the order to attack. My army is ready they have been waiting for the day that they would march from the walls of Tiavain to bring havoc on some heathens. And now here I sit in the twilight hours before dawn looking out upon a large heathen kingdom just waiting for the order to attack. Then I look to my left and I see another army marching up and setting it's self for the siege just as I have. Then I look to my right and to my shock I see a heathen army flying the flag of SAO marching up readying it's self for the siege also::

"Well it seems as though we ally ourselves with heathens today"

::Finally the orders come, and the siege begins the walls of the large kingdom come crashing down. They had no chance at fending off all of armies this early morning. I start my long march back to my kingdom, tired and bruised but the heathens under my sword hurt more. I do have a new found respect for the heathens of SAO. They fought very hard this day along our side. And seeing what they can do I do not look forward to facing SAO on the battlefield if it ever should happen in the future::

Long had they been scheming. The guts came from Isonian side again. OAFS, Sao and Tiavain were once more the ones that were to assault the reigning realms of Silence. The only true Dardenites, WoR (SAO were ex-Isonians, and still were Isonian at heart, which they proved by coming along) chickened out once more. Hurrah for WoR!! Nagash smirked and spoke to his general:

" They should dye their banners yellow, instead of orange... "

" Indeed they should. They disgrace the color of our once-brethren SAO. "

" On the other hand, we're better off without them!! We wouldn't want those double-dealing idiots by our side, would we? They're like that Republic a little to the south: they have big mouths, eat garlic and frogs, and are the first to run away or surrender and collaborate when war is upon them!! "

The general nodded and tey signalled the attack. Nagash's Salamanders overwhelmed two huge realms who only employed thieves. In the end there were about 32.000 acres that they had gained.

" Burn them. Burn everything upon them, then let our priests desecrate them and leave them infertile for the next 69 years. Let this be the legacy of the time that Silence reigned.

I, Nagash of the Troutwielders have spoken. Let it be done!"

He would do nothing more and nothing less than follow the orders handed him. He was a warrior with some skill and had not a worry about what this war would bring he knew it would bring death and he did not care. He liked war forget liked like was too weak of a word. He looked forward to each time they would march to go to war. This time they were allying with those of the fake Goddess Isonia. But for the common good of bringing down the false God forets strongest force it would be necessary for them to ally them selves with the false diety to take down a common foe. He did not like this at all. He did not like having to march side by side of the people that had once betrayed SAO so badly. He did not trust them and he would let that be known. He was not one who believed in second chances you prove yourself a coward and that is what you remain marked. This was the case here. He did not trust the Isonians to not turn tail and run, but then again a yellow streak would be left behind if they did. He was sure that even Silence would have fun with the ones that showed to be cowards at the end of this.

His first orders were given and he went from kingdom to kingdom doing as he was ordered. That is all he would do. He would find more tosupport his army once the time had come. He also would burn the land that he took that was not of use to him to a crisp to keep the people from Silence regaining the land and as soon as the attacks on him started that is exactly what he did.

She slammed her fist into the dirt at her feet again. Frustration overwhelmed her as she watched buildings refuse to tumble, and defenses fail to break. Swearing under her breath, she looked around at the two thieves by her side.

"Burn out the northern gate... that should at least give us longer to get the forces into position."

The two men nodded, before jumping up from courching down and then running swiftly down the narrow streets. Ginger watched their backs disappear before leaning against the broken wall as another tremor shook the ground. She didn't even bother to look up at the other bildings this time. The power her ages held was weakening now. The buildings would not fall for some time still. She waited until the trembling subsided and then moved from her own position. She now needed to get back to join the rest of her army before they tried to take the city. Her eys difted around her, taking in the silence that was around her. The odd crying would break out only to be hushed by a worried parent. Yet these people still woudln't leave their homes. Ginger ran past the homes as quickly and as quietly as she could. The silence was eerie to her own ears, and yet too soon it would be filled by the cries of wounded and dying.

Yet someone must always fall... The thought crossed her mind and she hardened her spirit for the battle still to come.

Kain had been travelling throughout the lands of Sircko Asacorto Onicel making sure that everyone was prepared for what had been planned. Despite his fued with Risetti, Kain also ventured back to Tiavain to seek assistance. There was no way that they were going to attack Silence alone even as powerful as they had become. To his suprise, Tiavain and OAFs had already been planning on attacking Silence, this could work to their advantage.

There were many new generals in Sircko Asacorto Onicel, Kain didn't like some of them, those from Demonic Reality specifically. However he would put them to good use. After talks with Tiavain Kain took to his mount and left for the lands of Sircko Asacorto Onicel once again. On the way however the desert heat he had never been used to got to him, causing him to fall from his steed.

He hadn't known how long it had been upon waking, however it was much cooler outside as it was growing dark. He shuddered a bit as he realized he was nearly lost to the desert, Megiltura was still there by his side. Kain got him some water from the flask he carried with him, and drank some himself. Mounting the steed he headed for SAO lands once again, hopefully he hadn't been delayed to much. Tiavain and OAFs had already sent their armies.

Upon arriving back in SAO Kain had Salisan update him on what had happened. WHAT? The warrior was furious, they hadn't gone according to what he had suggested, his delay caused the fall of his own realm. It seemed Silence was moving quick in retaliation. He looked at the battle plans, and simply tossed them away in disgust. It wasn't supposed to happen this way, it all went wrong. Silently he cursed to himself. Find out what we have remaining, we may lose this fight, but we shall not just fold. His advisor nodded and set about the task ordered by his lord.

Kain returned to his steed after catching Salisan, I'll be in the field. Salisan nodded and Kain spurred off in the direction of the battlefield. Dismounting he left the horse to care for itself as always and walked into the command tent where all were gathered. One could tell he was frustrated just by the look on his face, and the sigh he let out.

Silence had nothing much else to do. Realms, were built, fortifications were made.

None in Silence are warmongers, nor they wanted to be.

We were not hostile, nor we wanted it to be. We just wanted to raise our families in a safe enviroment. To protect them of the outside world. Within these walls would lie there homes.

Heathens cant just let peace be.
They need to war every single minute.

They never know when to just let it go.

But we will rebuild the dents they made upon us, against the city gates, upon the walls.

Hope. That is what thrives mankind to rebuild.
Hope to see our children grow up.
Hope that they dont grow in the same enviroment as we did.
Hope that peace is made.

But heathens are just to stubborn.

The hint of a grin tugged at the demon lord’s lips. He enjoyed a challenge and this was indeed going to be a challenge. Also he would have a chance to ride with Nether once more. He hadn’t fought long side the younger demon since the fall of Demonic Reality and it was good to have him close at hand once more. Venorik looked over his horde of demons; peace had lasted far to long they were restless, blood needed to be spilt, fear needed to be tasted. At last the call had come they would ride against Silence. He met Murdock and the others of SAO early in the morning. Venorik rubbed his shoulder as plans were made, his shoulder still hurt from the last war. Damn women impaling him on her sword, at least his wings where healed now and he could fly once more. A little pain in his shoulder wasn’t about to stop the demon, he was accustom to pain so it hardly bothered him.

Venorik lead his armies into battle unlike those cowards that stayed back in their castles directing things, Venorik preferred to be in the thick of things, the center of the chaos he would spread across these lands. As he approached the valley of the silent ones a smile spread across his dark lips. Just then he turned to the west his crimson eyes narrowing with suspicious, what was this? Another army! Venorik looked more closely his curiosity peeked. Tiavain! What were they doing here? This was SAO’s fight; they were here to steal his glory. Well he wasn’t going to have any of that. He held his demon’s in check as best he could waiting for just the right moment to strike. Then it arrived just as the Tiavain army meet those of Silence.

“Ride my demons. Let no heathen’s stand when we are done!”

With a roar of glee the demons swarmed forward eager for the taste of heathen blood. Tiavain and Silence never knew what hit them as the demons took them by surprise from the flank. When it was all over Venorik stood covered in blood leaning on Crimson Tear his seven foot great sword. Yes Tiavain had been an excellent distraction besides it had been so much more fun killing two different kinds of heathens at once. He had much less demons with him now but no matter they could easily be replaced their where only lesser demons after all. Silence had been hurt but would they fall? Only time would tell.

For many days Lord Cougar had watch them rise to power. Some in the land were afraid to confront their power, for fear that they would unleash horrible pain and death upon them, but Lord Cougar was not afraid. He had seen the tarnish that they left in thier wake and it struck a firey cord in his soul.

Lord Cougar called for the war banner to be lifted higher than it had flown before, He wanted them to know that his fearless army was coming for them, to tell them that thier riegn of power was at an end. Lord Cougar knew that this fight would push him and his people to the very brink of destruction, but he was willing to sacrifice all for the greater Glory of Isonia.

Lord Cougar cried out a battle hymm to the Great Lady, and his men picked up the cadence as they began thier march to the enemy. Lord Cougar's heart swelled with pride, for even though they may be marching to thier deaths, He knew that not one of his loyal warriors would turn to flee the onslaught.

Twas just at dusk that we met with a band of the enemy, Lord Cougar could already see the work of the assasins and the sorcers work. They were true and expert in their work, and the enemy was in dissarray. Lord Cougar's men ran them down and left behind them a trail of blood and death.

Lord Cougar then looked to the east, he had heard there was a great battle going on there and hastened his men so that they may join in and help our brethen against the enemy hord.

First Day

The day had proven quite abnormaly warm for the lands he lived in, it was odd that he finally felt at piece in this sickening place of the graveyard. His legs folded and his eyes closed, he simply sat quietly observing the silence around and in his mind. It was many years since he had last thought clearly, and for some reason he was now. His eyes snapped awake, as a messanger and a general came near him.

"M'lord! It is War!"

"But of course. IF it wasn't, I wouldn't need you! Messenger, I presume you bring the locations of kingdoms?"

"Yes M'lord, Nagash sent them with haste. It seems others have beaten you though, to them it is."

"So? Seperate my armies. Four Divisions, instead of two. Of the fourth, leave two thousand home to keep the borders. Hopefully this will not prove terrible."

"M'lord? Two thousand? Shouldn't they fight?"

"No, they shouldn't. Even if we get destroyed, I want a few heathens to go with us. Now, send my first and second divisons to two of the targets. Then deploy my third and fourth one day following. Do you understand?"

"Yes M'lord!"

With that the general snapped up straight, and bowed, leaving DarkWolf in the courtyard. The messenger, never dismissed, stayed still waiting anxiously hearing about the punishments that became of the others. Daringly he spoke.

"M'..M'lord?"

"Oh yes, the messenger. Follow my first divison, get three more and have them follow mine. Take a scout with you for travel, I want reports immeadiately."

"Yes M'lord!"

Quickly the messenger left, hoping to keep his life. Oddly, he was in control. For the first time in many many moons he had shown control, and cunning. His eyes closed again as he tilted his neck, finally it cracked to let out the pop. He stood for a moment, opening his eyes he glanced around.

This will be my new war room....soon. For now I will stay here.



As the time passed, his messengers returned.

"Good all successes. Recall my troops at once, we need them back before it is to late."

"Yes M'lord...but I fear it is."

"What do you mean?"

"As I came back, I spotted many legions marching our way. I fear we're about to get in store for something ..terrible."

"Damnit! All of you, back to the troops. I want them here as soon as possible. Leave any supplies they can not carry, and any plunder that will not fit. I have a feeling we're in store for it."

Almost as if on que, when the messengers left there was an attack. This time it was a far greater enemy than the ones his armies faced, this one was more of a cowardly act. Being of the size it was, it was certain the troops it held would only be matched at the full army he had if even then. And the enemy waited untill his troops left. It was truly cunning, but cowardly.

"They want to play this way? Fine, I'll play. Keep one legion out, I want them to keep hitting our targets, I want them to die or loose so much to us they wished they were. All they will do is take their friends lands back, in which case they'll see what my power is truly! As soon as you capture that land, I want it ashed, and salted. Nothing shall grow on it, turn any water wells to poison save the ones you need for the time till withdrawl. Go General."

"Yes M'lord"

The general quickly scattered from the graveyard. He had not even left it, and kept his clarity the while. Sleep was never an option the last few days, instead he spent the time cleaning the graves of the dead....

I must not die...It has not been done.

War.

The Blood Priest twiddled his thumbs absently as he stared out over the cold wet floor of the Valley of Bone. War, again, close to the mountains. The Lady was still unwell, and progressively more testy than usual, and the Dragon was...the Dragon. The Dragon had locked herself and several of the heads of various regiments into the War Room, and refused to allow any others enter, even if they were ther priests of the Church. And that was especially vexing....because if it were indeed a war, and against them, then the Priesthood would need that knowledge so that they could begin working the Will of God upon the pagan - blighting crops, raising disease, spreading plague and souring food, the usual lot. The pagan themselves relied almost too much on the elemental based magics of the heavens - Darden and his wind, Isonia and her lightning. Interesting tools to use, and very cliche. The Priest himself could remember a time when the course of a storm was his to command by the will of a god - now, the very lives of the Isle were his to guide, even if the people themselves did not understand or know this. Even if the Lady and her Dragon and all the rest of them that had allowed him to come here and worship did not have even a slight clue.

Zakiel turned from the window, and paced back and forth in front of it. The Dragon may not have let him into her meeting, but it was hardly necessary. A network of spies and thieves, cutthroats and assasins, all in key places, all over the island from the City of Tiavain to the far-away Isle of the Asacorto. Influential places, that could guide nations to do one thing or the other with little nudges here and there - all at the behest of whomever controlled them, at a moments notice, and all of the secrets and abilities of those nations readily available for the late night reading of whosoever cared to read them. The Dragon had a network of spies - but that was all they were. Spies. Methods for getting information and naught else. He had a network of manipulation.

A suggestion here. An inconvienient death there. People point fingers, and another suggestion, and then, things move along by themselves. He grinned to himself as he paced back and forth. Maybe he had not lead to this one - but someone had done something to make it happen.

The Silence were at war, facing a multifronted battle against many foes. It was a smattered of every concievable color, race, and creed - every depth of influential power and warriors might, all aimed in one direction, away from places where it would matter. Perhaps fifty miles away, a sea of pagan lined up against the thrice fortified walls of Silence, and slammed themselves again and again, and again against what all thought impervious to destruction. Walls came down - walls always come down. Time always passed...but he and his Lord would continue on, whatever happened to the followers of one God or the other.

He stopped, and stared outside once more. The Garrison was being emptied of its soldiery, its battalion forming up in practised military ranks, gear on their back for a stroll into the mountains on this fine, wet day. He smiled faintly, a frightening thing that sent chills through most, and turned to the door, and opened it.

"Mercy, my God, my Lord. Mercy unto those who stand against the Silence, and a quick death to the warriors of god whom fight to make sure his peoples are safe from the swords. Come the morrow, my Lord, they'll be seeking a way around the gates and walls of the Cacaphony, and they will surely try to come by way of the Eastern Border. And when they do, we'll be waiting to drive them back from that foolish ambition, into the waiting blades of the Silence." He said to himself and to God. He opened the door, and cast a backwards glance through the window, and smirked.

Everything, everyone, everywhere, was merely a piece on a giant chessboard. They think to capture our King and send us into Checkmate, but they still must get through the other pawns on this playing field, and some of their worst enemies are not even opposing them directly. They would need do well to watch their backs, for their own Lords would betray them in the end, and the slaughter to come would leave a tide of blood - and if there was one thing the Priest knew what to do with, the blood of the slain was top of the list.

He stepped into the hallway, and let the warlord and their Commander deal with the frivilous details of war, especially war not made immediatly against them. Three wars would be fought, and even if the peoples of Ivalice were completely unaware of one of them, that one would be a victory perhaps the most decietful of the bitchs' followers could understand, and no other.

He closed the door, and walked down the hall, empty handed, towards the Quarters of the Cloth.

Regicider stood up on his watch tower as he saw his border defence being overran by heathens. Enemies were coming in 3 directions, he could see enemies were of both faiths.

“Thoses heathens! They are so desperate that they conspired with each others to attack us!”

He was seething with rage as he came down from the tower.

“Lead all the defenceless folks to the underground forts! All man to arms! We will ride out to let those heathens meet their deaths!” The rest to the catapults! Fire at will!”

The war horn was sounded as Regicider led his troops out of the gates. The troops moved swifly and soon was piercing through the middle of the SAO army. Meanwhile children and women were firing boulders into the advancing armies of Travain and OAFS.

Blood were washed into rivers as the darkness arrives.

Most of the time, Glave is late in the war. Once again the war his faithmates initiated surprised him. The lands of the Grey were targeted and ripe for the taking. Plenty of killing for him and his army this time. He hoped that it was not too late for him and that his faithmates left some targets for him.

He quickly ordered his army to be mustered once again and ready to march in battle in 2 days time. He need everyone in his kingdom to get into this war. The outcome of this will decide the future of the isles. Be it better in the hands of the grey then so be it but now Isonia has dealt its hand.

::Once again another sun rises and another Silence kingdom's lands fall beneath the boot of my armies. It was another glorious morning and now my men and I can reset for another day knowing that we carried out our orders to the Tee::

"Silence will fall our we shall all die trying"

::It will not be a fun day waiting for my next attack. Every hour, every minute I worry that the still strong armies of Silence will come crashing down upon me. But alas they have not yet attacked the city walls of Tiavain that I call home. But I know it is coming...Silence has not grown fat and lazy but they have grown large and strong. They may kill my men and myself for that matter before this war is over. But before my death comes many of the men under their flag will fall by my sword::

The words shook in wind in the faces of all that walked into the lands of the Cacophony. The blood spilled on the lands, and the wind told the tale of the rumbling going on in the Isonian lands words of war were being used to tear down the darden faith. The story had been told when Murdock had over heard a messenger of Isonia jabbering a bit to loudly to his friend about WoR being a disgrace and that the followers of the Sircko Asacorto Onicel were truly only being isonians at heart when they had joined in on this war and banded with the isonians.

Over hearing this entire conversation Murdock turned his head as the battles raged upon the borders he looked back to see his tower splattered with blood the cemetary standing strong indestructable being a area of hell. He listen and tapped the messenger on the shoulder.

Young man, may I have a word with you in private?

Murdock smiled at him as nicely as a demon could in a blood rage, the messenger looked back and nodded.

Yes sir I will to your tower?

Murdock nodded and grinned from ear to ear his mouth hurting from the pain of having to smile to the heathen Isonian to get him alone. They walked as Murdock clenched his hands and felt his claws digging into his own palms making him that much more angry. The messenger smiled and walked along and into the tower Murdock pointed him into the room to the left that had nothing in it but weapons and a room or war.

Walking in behind him Murdock took hold of both of the handles to the 30 foot high doors and slammed them shut. Turning to the messenger he laughed devilishly, the messenger looked at him scared and started to back step.

What is wrong? Don't have anything to say about a darden ally of mine anymore? Or was that just a story that you were telling?

The messenger shuddered and stuttered as he began to try to explain to Murdock what he was saying. As the messenger continued on Murdock eyed him like a toy that will be ravagly tore to shreds and ignored his ignorant excuse.

So really sir I was just telling an old folk tale that is Isonian I didn't mean anything it was just a mere story, uh huh huh........it's a good one isn't it?

You know I only caught a bit of that story at the beginning, can you tell it again, it was just such a good beginning when the Isonian were being pummelled by dardens, I want to hear that amazing story of how the isonians came back and got WoR to run from the war.

Murdock smiled as the messenger looked at him weirdly and thought to himself that Murdock was buynig this stupid story as he smiled and started to tell it again Murdock smiled and looked like he was paying attention, while his hand behind his back grabbed a jagged dagger that was rusted and bloodied and held it behind his back.

So when we began to strike upon the leader himself Archangel the Warguard began to.........!!!!!!!!

The silence was beautiful finally he had lost his voice, to bad his mouth didn't shut as well. Murdock laughed at the messenger as his mouth was wide open the blood dripping from the end of his tongue. The squalling was irritating but it was soothing to the soul of a demon. The jagged dagger had been shoved deep into the gut of the messenger and twisted pulling out some flesh and tissue and then once more into his throat shutting him up. Murdock took the dagger and dropped it to the floor opening his hand putting it around the messengers throat and squeezed hard cutting all oxygen off.

A true hearted Isonian am I? I don't think so. Try again if you wish but I guarentee it if I hear that word once more you will leave her in worse shape then you are now.

Is......o....

Murdock squeezed even harder and suddenly every inch of the messenger's body stopped moving not even a twitch. Murdock let go as the messenger had fell into a pile on the ground looking he found a tattered banner. He looked at it and pulled it from his pocket, observing it closer reading the end of the banner as it read "Warguard of Rage". Murdock pulled it out of his pocket and smirked.

I am sure I can put this somewhere better then in the pocket of a heathen...How about a......

He laughed as he took a sword and pulled the messenger out flat and looked at his neck laughing as he grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up wise ease putting his body against the wall pulling the sword up to the messengers flesh just pushing the steel to his throat.

Coming out of the tower Murdock walked a bag in hand of thick material covered in blood as he walked over to his war general everyone looked at the bag and asked where the messenger was at.

He's ok he's getting a bit to eat and having a nap in the tower. But for now I want all of my armies with me now. We march not east but we will march southwest.

Murdock laughed as though he was possessed. He smirked and bundle up the bag tighter in his hand, peircing his nails through the back making more blood stain the bag. He walked to a horse strong enough to pull anything. He climbed atop the horse and started to lead the army towards the borders of Isonia, thousands of armed men followed Murdock as he look back as his followers raised their hands and chanted things that he did not hear or did not care to hear.

Hours later they had reached the borders of a man the OAFS had called Nagash of Troutwielders. Murdock laughed and stepped into the lands of the heathen lands of the oaf from his own lands of the Sircko. Murdock signalled back to his General which carried a huge pike with a 4 spikes on the end of it angled outwards. Grabbing the pike Murdock got off of his horse and grabbed the bag that was tied to the side of his horse squeezing it tightly he walked out into the open field and stood 50 feet away from anyone else. Looking back he put his hand into the bag pulling out the banner of the warguard, keeping it tightly in hand he tied it along the shaft and tied one more right below it that of the Sircko. Laughing his general walked up and stopped as he say the banners, as he looked at Murdock he looked shocked.

Sir, what are you doing? These are Isonian lands not Foret.

I never said anything about where we were going. I just decided on a little visit to our friends.

Murdock dropped the bag and reached in pulling out the blooded and severed head of the messenger from the Order of Almighty Fishingrods. Pushing it towards the generals face as laughing. He picked up the pike and stood it straight up and grabbed the head by the hair and slammed it down on the 4 spikes atop the pike. The head of the messenger dripped blood as the top of the spikes were clearly visible atop the head of the OAFS messenger.

I am a DARDEN! Not an Isonian! Speak of my allies again and you will be talking to me!

Murdock grinned and pushed the Pike deep into the ground the head ontop as the blood ran along the shaft of the pike. Murdock looked back at his men the wind blowing the banners beside his head.

We camp here for the night! The war front to the East will be well taken care of by our guildmates. But we will stand here and await an answer to why these things be said about our allies. But most of all about me being an......Isonian....

Not far from the woods where Lost Knight rest, he sees great smoke upon a distance. He was thinking, that war was upon that place where the smokes appear or some people might need help. "I must go and see what this smoke speaks." Lost Knight runs through the woods and follows the smoke. As he was near the place, LK stops, "Oh no, a kingdom is burning.". LK was about to help the people of the kingdom that is wrapped in flames, but suddenly, his body shivers, as if his been frozen. LK can't move, LK cant withdraw or hold of his sword. "What is happening. why cant i move any muscle? could this be that i have been stopped from helping them? why?" LK forced himself to move but the more he force it, the more he feels pain. Suddenly, a voice whispers in to his ear, "Lost Knight, you need not to get involve in this. This is a war of guilds and you do not belong to any of this guild involve. You must calm down and observe and do nothing to live." "Who are you?" LK asks. "Im just a voice who watches over this lands.". Then , the voice disappear like a wind. Nothing else to do, Lost Knight just watch as the kingdom burns down in flames.

"Almighty God, please, protect this people."Lost Knight prays.

One from Silence falls.

Three heathens are taken down with it.

Seems fair enough.

Such foolish and pety acts are just that. Foolish.

People tend to not care for their lifes. They do not see what gift they have. Instead, they just throw their necks on to the blade of my sword. Like they would be screaming "Kill me, Kill me".

Oh well, let the heathens get what they ask for. Its not very nice when they dont get what they ask. Seems.. rude in a way. And everybody knows its not nice to be rude.

You really cant sleep when you have thousands of heathen soldiears knocking at your door. They are so rude, knocking at 4 in the morning :p

It was time for me to knock at their doors now.

Time to get the army mobilize. Our time to strike is now. Our time for victory is near.

We have fought Tiavain, and we have won!
We have fought Oafs, and won as well.
Time to fight Sao.

But seems like they could just not do it alone. They need the help of Tiavain and Oafs to take us down. Shouldnt SAO know better.
They should have allies that know what they are doing. That fight to win. To know that, and still follow to that idea, will bring them to their own defeat.
Once to SAO, twice for Oafs and Tiavain.

Time to knock at the door.

Heathen after heathen they have fallen. Fallen on their own blood.

Silence shall not fall.
Silence shall prevail.
Silence shall stand ground, for we shall not fail.
Silence will now be heard.

Ray of sunlight shone through the land as dawn arrived. Streaks of blood dripped from regicider’s sword, he finished decapitating the head of the last standing heathen from the advancing SAO army. Back in regicider’s kingdom, the wall defence had fallen. Screams of women and children were heard; many women committed suicide so that they won’t be violated by the heathen armies. Those that were slow to react were brutally violated and tortured slowly to death. Children hid themselves. Those that were found were slaughtered by the heathens and were used us rations for their army. Regicider felt great anguish as he knew what was happening to his city.

“My brothers! We shall make them pay for these! Decapitate all the heathen. Load them to the catapults we captured. We set off by noon.”

By dusk, the troops have reached the border of the SAO kingdom.

Dalthano woke up to news that forces from Darden and Isonia were working together to invade the lands of Silence. He orders that his troops are assembled for an assualt on the enemy. He watches as his army gathers in a large field to the south of his keep. Upon recieving his war orders he gives his commanders the location of the target.

His commanders march the large force that was assembled toward the target. After marching for several days the army engages the enemy in a bloody battle capturing large amounts of enemy land. Just as soon as his commanders had secured the land they were forced to retreat towards Dalthano's keep. Unhappy with this development Dalthano orders his armies to capture more land after he is given his second set of orders. His commanders are successful in regaining only a small portion of land that he had held earlier. This time he orders thousands of opulents to guard the land. He watches and hopes that the opulents will hold.