~INTRUDERS OF THE NORTH~

BY THE TURN OF NOON and at the brilliance of the undern sun, the head group of the Flameseekers were making their way towards the Ivory Castle. Unlike the other times when they had approached the white monstrosity subtly, now they were bold enough to rent a carriage ride. Right to the high gates of the castle.

Like the many times Raeven had scouted the area, the grounds were manned by the elite of the King's Army. Unsmiling Blue Cloaks twice the size of the average man and with weapons shined to a deadly silver. Their armor looked stronger than iron and their visage was adamant as flint.

Yet, the Flameseekers were unfazed. Because this time, they were prepared.