Serpentis Family/Erik Eyolf/The Sacred Sword
Erik Eyolf Serpentis led the Stormwalkers. A massive and terrifying force that had reaped down the blood of Fontan, the Sultanate, Westmoor, Perdan, e even of the Obsidian Islands. Before him, Nesrah had tasted the blood of Khalmar Islands. After Erik the earth would tremble under his feet and the march of those victorious and inclement soldiers. With one of the best Captain, almost worthy of a the memories of Captain Karl, the greatest Captain that the land of elves ever known.
Erik had led the Army of Sirion. He was a Red Dragon who salivated fire in the morning. And he was always burning in flames. And he had a Silver Legion under his great wings. Impressive Lords and brave Knights fighting at his side. Duke Alexander fighting alongside him. When he went into battle, Erik was a man proud of his achievements. Even when he marched knowing that in his next battles, temples would burn.
He felt Elune and Ora burning inside. And the Goddesses dueled to warm him with the vigor of the warrior he always was. He had no more a Sacred Armor. But Ora had given him a Sword. A Goddess was protecting him. A Goddess gave him a Sacred Sword to destroy the enemies. The same Sword used in the forest after the meeting when Sirion was freed of a small storm. A family of usurpers who were scrapped as dust in the wind. Major storms always destroying the small ones. He was a Stormwalker.
Report from Erik Eyolf Serpentis
Message sent to everyone in your realm
Ellicon Undomiel (Lord of Fontan) has been wounded by ~†RD†~ Stormwalkers.
I need a refit...
Erik Eyolf Serpentis
Judge of Sirion, Marquis of Trinbar
The First One
Erik was marching with the armies against Fontan. They had opened the path. Sir Ellicon was just a detail. A bloody detail that the soldiers pulled out of the path. Viseu was a good battle. Two good battles. After so many battles and so many travels the armors was damaged as well. The gold could buy repairs, but only crossing the way back to Avamar and Sirion.
A Little Rage
Sir Altair Solari, Marshal of the Sultanate's Striking Fury has been wounded by ~†RD†~ Stormwalkers
Erik spat on the ground and looked at his enemy. The Stormwalwer had wiped out the cowardly dogs who formed the troops of the strange Marshal. He much more younger and more inexperienced than the Silver Dragon. It was almost a useless skill demonstration. The enemy thought to be fast. Erik was efficient. He defended some blows and sank the Sacred Sword to hear the last cry of pain. An entire army was now without his young Marshal for a few days.
Little Storm Raven
Sir Raven Storm, Minister of Defense of Fontan has been wounded by ~†RD†~ Stormwalkers.
Erik loved Braga. He loved put this claws in Braga. He was stepping in the lands of the despicable Judge of Fontan. Or what used to be his lands. His son had lived there for a while. He knew that soon the young one would put a dagger in that disgusting woman. One of the only females he could despise.
A raven was hiding in the forests. And when the black bird decided to fight, he laughed. The enemy was still young and inexperienced that the Marshal. And he was the Minister of Defense of Fontan. Damn fools and desperate young men. Erik had been young. He helped lead Sirion to victory. But those stupid Fontanese would know only the death that the oldest ones avoided. Running away and leaving Fontan to a desperate, blind and coward new generation of nobles.
Erik was a crow. He had been a wolf for a while. But now he was a dragon. A great Silver Dragon. What was a Storm if he had the Stormwalkers? Men who walked under the thunders with solemn behavior. Who whipped with the swords like a lightning bolt... and deadly as an earthquake. Those were the reapers. The swords of death. The Stormwalkers. They cleared the way until the little raven was alone. Without his Captain or a single man who could raise the sword to defend him. There was only the Silver Dragon and the Sacred Sword.
Erik looked to the north and his eyes crossed the distances, flying over Avamar. His "killer machines" (or his soldiers) were ready for more despite having fought so bravely with armors so damaged. They also looked to Avamar. And Sirion, where new soldiers would have to challenge the thunder to be a Stormwalker. When he returned, he claimed to be the great Erik Southern wing. Then he marched. When he decide to return, Erik wanted to be the great southern wing.
Then he marched.
