Our castle had been infiltrated, its attackers were formidable and despite our advantage in numbers I could hear that they held the upper hand. There was the sound of steel rendering flesh, spells being cast and the sound of our troops dying. The ruler of this castle, Brutale stood still as always awaiting the fight that was to come. Many have reached this far, penetrating our lands and pushed right up into the room where I now cowered behind my lord. However once they faced his fury it was different, many fell from his might. I know Brutale did not care if his troops died, he had one purpose, to kill any who challenged him. Suddenly the door burst open and four figures walked boldly into the room as Brutale got off his throne. “Careful there are two of them WhatchaGonnaDo” I heard a mage in the back say. From his white robes complete with his ivy wrapped wooden staff I could tell he was a healer like me. His role in this battle would be to pour his might into the Knight carrying the large shield who was obviously meant to take most of the punishment Brutale would dole out.
