The camp grew daily as more and more supporters joined its ranks, ever curious to see the new King. The hustle and bustle of camp life was interrupted by a large pillar of flame erupting from the earth at the center of the monastery. Some of the camp dwellers, familiar with the ways of the Zamorakian Emperor, paid the event no mind, but it was still spectacular enough to draw plenty of cries of shock and awe. Moments later out stepped Lord Bannus Pyrus, dripping head to toe in blood and wielding a flaming sword that was now covered in gore. In the small courtyard, the only well-dressed man saw fit to approach him.
"My Lord, I take it your return to Forinthry went well?"
"Well enough. I'm glad... Moa, informed me that the tide was turning."
"I'm still surprised you didn't choose to go after Sharren."
"What could I do against her that the World Guardian could not? Besides after so many months of pointless slaughter, I cannot deny a certain satisfaction at turning the tables back against the Eldar's remaining troops. Perhaps Armadyl at least will remember our efforts at the end, but I doubt it. Regardless, Daniel, we have more pressing matters to attend to."
"You have orders then?"
Pyrus nodded curtly.
"The order is go. Is Lord Perseus Renderra here yet?"
"Yes and no... the Renderra Knights have indeed arrived, but he is still waiting on further reinforcements from Burthorpe. A lot of the old Imperial Guard are expected to follow their former commander, especially since the new King has failed to appoint any new Lord to the region ever since deposing you, but they are taking time to organize."
"Let us hope that they arrive swiftly. By dawn tomorrow we assault the fort at Giant's Hill. It's time to erase that particular humiliation from history."
"Yes, my lord."