Origin Of Legends: Wolves Of War

Chapter 8: Battle For Fort Graken I

Erik is currently looking at the moon and occasionally looks down at the gathering forces with his foot set on the railing.

"Do you feel any different?" Fae'delar asks as Erik looks asking what he means. "The ritual, you notice any of the changes yet?"

Erik looks at his hand closing and opening it a few times.

"Not at the moment, but I got this... Scratching feeling in the back of my mind." Erik says touching the back of his head uncomfortably.

"You're not the only one, Durgon is trying to drink it down but I got him to stop should we be needed tonight." Fae'delar says as Erik looks back seeing Durgon clearly anxious.

Erik looks back outside as he just now notices lights in the distance as he, Fae'delar and Durgon simultaneously feel an overwhelming sense of the Hell Spawn army nearby.

"You feel it." Bailey says with Myra by her side. "The battle is about to begin soon, Myra and you three will going to the tower to light a fire that'll signal Lord Ferfyn to execute his plan." Bailey says.

"I still don't agree with this, I should be down there fighting alongside you." Myra states turning to Bailey who faces her hearing this.

Erik and the others look on deciding to stay out of it.

"I can't say I'm surprised, but please understand Myra that this is more important than fighting alongside your fellow wolves." Bailey replies as Myra paces around.

"I know but..." Myra tries speaking but she stops herself and sighs to herself. "We'll get it done."

Bailey smiles softly and touches Myra's shoulder.

"I know, but there'll be plenty of battles Myra... But keep an eye on Erik alright?" Bailey asks quietly as Myra nods understanding why she's asking.

Bailey nods towards Erik and the others and goes to leave until she hears Myra call out to her.

"May the Creator look out for you, Commander." Myra says placing a closed fist over where her heart is.

"May he look after us all." Bailey replies returning the salute to Myra and walks away to get ready for the battle.

Myra begins leading the group with Basil following as Fae'delar keeps his distance from the large beast.

"What's the matter Fae'delar? Never seen a war hound before?" Durgon teases while petting Basil.

Fae'delar glares at Durgon for the teasing. They arrive at the bridge as Erik looks over seeing the massive army as he feels it beginning to rain.

Down near the main gates is Bailey with her longsword in hand standing next to the King.

"The plan will work your grace." Bailey assures as they walk up to the battlements where there are plenty of archers.

"Of course it will, this invasion stops here." Trevis says as they both look out at the field that leads to the woods hearing growls and roars coming from it.

Despite the rain, Bailey maintains her stare at the entrance to the woods as Hell Spawn begin pouring out of the woods all varying in size. Some are wearing armor with one being about 8ft tall and growls in the direction of Fort Graken.

The Hell Spawn roars out loudly which everyone can hear. Bailey stands ready glancing at Rennirel and Zaiken who are completely focused.

Bailey's eyes soon widen seeing Ve'Kar riding in on a hell mount as he stares at Fort Graken with disapproval with the rain becoming more fierce. Some members of the King's army are backing up out of fear but one of the Wolves keeps them place intimidating them into staying put.