Chaos couldn't begin to describe the Hell that Fort Dhagh had become. Fires scorched through the snow, smoke and ash mixing with the skies, and bodies and screams of the dying and the dead echoed throughout the valley. And this is when the Fort, backed by the impenetrable Kilanthro mountains, began to fall.
Perhaps the stone wall should have been built with more haste, but whatever wood towers or gates, or housing were quickly taking to flame and charring the dirt and snow. And there was no turning back the clock now. The alarms had sounded, the archers to their post, and the clashing of steel and the shouts of men could be heard for miles.
They moved like thunder, a powerful rumbling force that shook the ground and over came their enemies. Though it was not without it's exhaustions, for there were many casualties on both sides, Blaith Harmond became invincible, cutting through everything and anything in his path. He still carried the flag of his people, and it wasn't until he spotted the very man he came to seek. And his eyes cut over to the General, and soon his horse was tearing forth.
A few men tried to keep Blaith back, but they were soon cut down by his blade, leaving Blaith on horse back, and the General, glaring up at him from where he stood, blade ready, in the snow. Pointing his blade at the man, an intense fire in his eyes, he growled.
"You know why I've come," he told him, voice colder and harsher than the wind. "Where is she?"
The General only gave one look, a tired one that made him appear far older than he was. Though General Serenus had lived a good, long life-
He already knew his fate.
For it would all end here.
The others who witnessed the account were uncertain what to make of it- for the idea of cutting off the head of the snake normally left the rest in peril. But to have witnessed the beheading of the infamous General Serenus-
It was then the army of Turgall knew, this was the turning point in the war.
It didn't take long for Blaith to bellow out his command and find out where his sister had been taken. And rage fueling his blood, he rushed off towards the great stone tower, up it's spiraling steps to where he made it tot he top- drenched in blood and sweat, and his breath, coarse and sore.
He stared at the door, obviously locked, but removed the keys from his side-and they too, were stained with cold blood. Placing the iron into the hole, he twisted the key and with an echoing click, the door released and groaned open. Though as he rushed inside, he came to an abrupt halt- for there, laying within the prison, was a woman in nothing but her under clothes.