War for Dyrasea

[Larick]

The time has come, the time to dethrone that great fool, he will be king of Dyrasea no more!" A tremendous roar followed the voice. The voice came from a man standing on a pedestal. He looked at the crowed then silenced them with one motion of his hand, then continued. "Dyrasea thirsts for blood, and we shall give it to her!" He paused to let the statement take effect, then drew his blood red sword and pointed it westward. "Time for Dyrasea to have a real king. To War!"

"M-my lord," a little man burst through the door, the two men that were standing in the room jumped, then the man on the right stood forward and addressed the man.
"What is it Keneth?"
"A-an army is coming this way from the east, and there are reports that Rashla the demon is leading it," it was easy to see the Keneth had ran there as fast as he could.
"How many are there," asked the man.
"Ten-thousand my lord," wheezed Keneth. The man straitened and faced the other man in the room.
"Matthias, summon the solders, send them to the front walls, and send every man the can wield a sword to the armory, then send them to the front wall as well."
"It shall be done my lord," said Matthias, then he bowed and left the room.




"What do you mean he's calling us out to fight!?" A man standing in a bard cell was yelling at a guard standing outside the cell. "I don't care if he is the king, that bastard can fight his own battle for all i care!"
The guard jabbed a spear at the man in the cell, "You will do what the king tells you to do, and I can make y......" The man trailed off as the man in the cell lunged at the spear and yanked it from the guard's grip.
"You can't make me do anything," the man stood the spear up as he said this, "and I'm not fighting a battle for an old fool that isn't worth a rat's ass."
"The king will hear about thi..........." The guard started to speak but stopped as the spear buried itself in a spot of wall no more then an inch from the guard's head.
A evil smile appeared on the man in the cell's face as he said, "I hope he does." The guard stood there stunned for a moment then ran off back up the stairs as fast as his little legs would carry him.