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He stood out in his gardens, the mist of the night clinging at the air in a tangible force. The storm last night had been awful, winds knocking trees over and causing chaos within the city surrounding his home. Although he was safely tucked away in his castle, those beneath him had not been so fortunate. Such was the life of a damn Duke.
Thankfully the rain washed away the blood, his body- still soaked to the bone from his night in town. Storm or not, a group of foul men had made their way to his duchy, having moved North from Vythe, feeding off the chaos by laughing how they burned up houses and farms along the road while further south others took up flames of their own.
What was going on to the south? Who would take such advantage of the chaos of this God forsaken evil of a war? It boiled his blood, and as he stared out at the gardens of his keep, he decided sleep could wait. He was going south, to stop these brigands from tearing up the roads- but the countryside, and put the devils in their place.
War was war, but evil would see justice at the end of his blade.
His dark horse trampled with long strides as it ran the course, from his home in Castavar through the capital and further south still, to where rumors continued to pick up and he began to piece together where the seed of this evil chaos ly. Apparently it was a larger gathering than he thought, for it didn't take long for him to spot the make shift campsite off to the side of the road- set up within the burning ruins of a field.
It had once been a farm, now barely any cattle remain, the houses burned to the ground which were not of stone- and only men with swords moved about- even so late into the night.
Leif Arrant hung back, leather attire darkly masking him from view as he moved down to walk lowly in the brush. He would hang back, examine what he could before he'd strike. The days of travel did nothing to fade the anger burning in the pit of his belly- and in fact it only grew when not even a day ago- he found the burned corpses of
children in another small farm to the north.
So this is what war had become. And when he watched and calculated from the shadows- he thought he saw a figure- was it a woman? No, a
devil, who appeared to be the one to lead these men. Well...
He'd have to speak with this woman...
ask her how she was sleeping at night...
While the blood of children stained her soul.