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Those dark fiends that found the strength to stand or were able to claw their way out from under the rockfall soon regretted their actions. Rûhn landed whilst the dust had not quite settled. Demons who had been hoping for an easy escape pulled up short at the sight of golden armour and flared...

Rûhn did not bother to watch Oriane as she left, trusting the Spear to do her job as she trusted him to do his. Hold the line. The Hammer took a deep breath and gave his luscious blue and gold wings a shake to ride them of some of the blood crusting his primary feathers. Most of the action was...

Rûhn's teeth felt as though they might shatter with how hard he clenched them. It was not often he was described as one of the faster of the Thirteen but in that moment, he was more than just the Hammer. He was a father racing towards his child and nothing that Hel had spat out would stand in...

Rûhn paused to wipe some of the black blood and sweat from his eyes. Blue and golden wings spread and then in a leap, the Avariel was airborne. Arrows flew for the clear target but The Hammer barely seemed to pay them much heed; the runes his daughter had learnt of from the odd Knights who...

Rûhn veered left as Oriane banked right, landing amongst the rear of the enemy army. A clutch of demonic monsters turned to face him as he drew forth the hammer from its holster. They salivated at the prospect of an easy meal, for they were a group whilst he alone which for their simple minds...

Rûhn glanced across at his fellow with a raised brow. Oriane did not often so wiingly give over the role of leader. Out of the Thirteen both of them ranked amongst the oldest and most experienced. Many of their number had not tasted true war, not the likes of which he and Oriane had served in...

Rûhn watched the cavalry charge from in front of the ranks of infantry. There was a tense silence amongst the gathered forces as they watched the first wave of their friends run towards their death. Screams and fighting filled the air and so did the scent of fear and dread. The Hammer's wings...

Rûhn inclined his head in agreement. If his wife had still been alive, she would have leaped to offer up those songs to this stranger without a second thought. He had always loved listening to her sing. The way her voice could carry every emotion the writer had poured into those words, as if she...

"Well met, Prince," Rûhn called back as one would call out a greeting when out for a stroll. The hammer that he usually kept holstered at his hip was, for the first time since their joining the army, in his hand. The way he swung it was with the careful precision of a warrior who had spent...

Rûhn listened with interested. He had not been able to speak to Caliane herself about her battles and had heard most of what he knew from her own father. His old friend had spoken of her with the pride of a father who had always hoped his child would one day follow in his footsteps. Knowing how...

Rûhn bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling at the blush that heated his daughters cheeks. She idolised The Spear so very much, he had no doubt she would be cursing herself for seeming to be afraid for the next few years if not longer. "Of course," he inclined his head to the...

Rûhn's smile warmed his golden eyes and creased them slightly at the corners. He took a second sip after his first and then offered it on to Talien. He had noted her snort but did not pass comment on it; the younger Avariel was always frosty to newcomers. Once he had asked Tara to take the girl...

Rûhn had the long suffering look of a father as he came to land behind the two women. The rest of the Thirteen had remained airborne in order to keep an eye on the horizon should any messengers be sent back to the army, or forces that might suddenly require intercepting. The other Elven Prince...

Rûhn returned Oriane's smile with a small one of his own. "Let us fly." It was funny how easy it was to slip once more into a larger army. To become a small part of a larger thing. Like one organ that helped to power the whole animal. The Thirteen were a well oiled machine but he had worried...

The army moved slowly. From the skies it looked like a swollen snake that wound it's way slowly through the vast Falwoods. Elves of all kinds including Aerai and Avariels, humans, dwarves, orcs - even a few giants - marched together under various colourful banners that stood out against the...