The sun was beginning to set and darkness was creeping over the ice cliffs when, much to the relief of the beleaguered soldiers, the army commander called for camp to be made. Commander Mardith was a much tested and fearfully respected individual. Being an Icyene like Asaldis, Mardith had risen through the ranks quickly to secure a position of command. The Icyene in the almost always held such ranks, as they had much longer life spans than any other in the army, and were more than capable of planning strategies that wouldn’t happen for decades and sometimes even centuries. Mardith was large even for an Icyene; standing a good two heads above the average populaces of his race coupled with wings almost double the average. He had a massive scar that ran from his left temple to his right jaw, which was earned in a duel against a demon, whose claw had almost cost him an eye. In general, he was an intimidating figure.
As camp was made for the night, Mardith called his captains, one of which was Asaldis, into his tent for a council. The army comprised of mainly four types of captains: some commanded the cavalry, others with the melee infantry, a few for the bombardiers, which Asaldis was part of, and those with the mages, archers and priests. Tonight, as usual, all four were represented. Nearly thirty captains of nearly every race had assembled in a circle around a table in the center of the tent, directly beneath an opening in the roof in order to let some form of light in. Their firewood stores had been used up almost a fortnight ago, and now every night the camp sat in almost complete darkness.
-Ascertes, King of all the Hallowlands and the Everchosen of Saradomin.
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