The Northern part was royally compromised but while it was first place in the screwed over charts, the east was in a burning second.
From the East a Single man had appeared, dressed in quite the noble attire. He was graceful with his steps and dignified in his demeanor.
He wore a black coat of exquisite design, a white tunic devoid of any stains, a pair of equally dark pants and a pair of black boots, it was a simple and mundane attire which most nobles wore as casual wear.
His hair was black, an inky black, he had a pair of crimson red eyes and a set of white fangs protruding from his teeth. He smiled devilishly as he spread out his hands and introduced himself.
"My name his Yerov Von Desalius, Duke Of House Desalius and Fourth In the Ranking of Dukes."
After his introduction he straightened himself from his bow and stared at the approaching armies with a smile.