I do remember Perri... working on it. Trust me.

As stated in Edit .9, I am working on chapter VI, but it is far from done. Patience, my friends.

Daylight was almost surreal. The sky was stained a deep red, almost too deep. The warriors were getting ready. It was already noon, but they knew that that was fine, and all a part of the plan. “Right,” said Torin. “As you know, me, Fabian, and Krenlin will be entering the town, using our passage coin, obtained from the guard. Krenlin has a friend in the town, who’ll shelter us for the day, and we’ll be able to give a signal for how to attack at night. I’ll wave a torch once we reach the wall. Waving it to the left means to move forward, and attack the town directly. The Gate will be open once you get there. If I wave my torch to the right, it means to retreat. If I thrust my torch skyward, it means to attack from the forest behind the town using a siege strategy me, Azalus, Dag, and Xylin developed. Attack in a Dragon Fire Crash.”
Azalus raised an eyebrow. Dag’s eyes widened. Xylin simply chuckled. Dag shook his head. “It didn’t work last time.”
“Then make sure it works this time,” was Torin’s simple reply to Dag’s caution.
Fabian looked over and said, “Torin, it’s time.”
He nodded, and him, Fabian, and Krenlin walked down the hill towards the town.

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The three warriors headed into the town, having made it past the gate. “That was easier than I thought it would be,” muttered Fabian.
“My sister’s house is just up ahead.”
Torin’s eyes widen at Krenlin’s reply. “Sister?”
“Yep. What did you expect? I thought I said…”
“You never said anything about ‘sister,’” was Torin’s reply, eyes still wide.

Soon, the small party was walking up to a door on a small house, and krenlin was hugging a small girl. “Torin, Fabian, this is Brenna Ulfar, my sister.” Torin nodded his greetings. Fabian bowed slightly. Brenna blushed. “Well, anyways, it’s not a problem. I can let you spend the night, but that’s it.”

Torin, Fabian, and Krenlin spent the rest of the day waiting in Brenna’s house. It was a small little house with only about five rooms, the largest being a small living room with a little wooden table, five wooden chairs draped in hides, and a tall lantern like floor- lamp that was currently unlit. After talking for an hour or two, Fabian finally asked the question that, ever since Perri posed it, was on everyone’s’ mind.
“Why is this, ‘Zio Grimrain,’ doing this to the town?”
Brenna sighed, and she now held the gaze of all eyes in the room.
“It started about three months back. Zio started acting uneasy about everything, and no-one could get him to say why. Rumor had it, he had become a mercenary, and someone had threatened him. Grimrain wasn’t one to be afraid of a single man who said something, so some of us thought there was more.
“After another month, he revealed that he had, in fact, become a mercenary, but didn’t say what he was scared of. What he did say, was that there were 500 Almirian Seals for any man willing to help him attack the neighboring village and, well, that was about where it’s been. He’s still been afraid of something, though. Most reckon it’s some hero, who’ll save us, but I doubt it.
“After the war started, he had the wall built, he made a curfew, and said you needed the coin he had made to enter and leave the town.”
“Well we hope to stop that, sister.”

Night had fallen. Torin and his team quietly bid their goodbyes to Brenna, and left quickly. “Right,” Torin started whispering to his allies. “As she said, there will be a couple patrols in the wall, and some on the walls, so try to stay quiet. On the other hand, everything seems to be going well. Let’s just try and keep it that way.

At that moment, Fabian pulled them aside, and about ten guards passed. Torin thanked him, and they continued in silence. Another patrol passed after about ten minutes. After they thought they were gone, a young guard turned and started to walk back alone, looking around. He started turning to them, and Fabian drew sword and took out the poor fool with one sword swipe. “Quick!” hissed Krenlin. “If they find that body, the alarm will sound and it will be the end for us.” With that, the group set off at a jog towards the nearby wall. But Krenlin was right, and a matter of moments later, a bell sounded.

Dag looked up, hearing it. They had stayed up, waiting. But Torin was on time, and as the bell sounded, the torch was seen being thrust skyward. Dag sighed. “Let’s move.”
Azalus chuckled. “I always hoped to do this again.”
“That makes one of us,” replied Dag, as they set off at a jog.
Xylin looked up at the walls before going, and realized that a fight was breaking out. “Good luck, Torin.”

Notes:
This is the end of Part I: The Beginning of War. Next chapter will begin Part II: Of Blood and Love

Well, I'm sadly not going to be working on it today, though I might add the music for it. Also, a note on the "Dragon Fire Crash," it was meant to sound kinda like something a group of little kids watching manga would come up with, and was actually generated using a Seventh Sanctum generator (See link). However, the actual tactic in real life is known as.... well, you'll see.

Link:
http://www.seventhsanctum.com/generate.php?Genname=animepower

so far, my fan-fic has....

4,214 words,
19,394 characters (with no spaces),
and 23,515 characters (with spaces).

This is a source of much happiness.

As she rode closer, she seemed to smile at Torin’s shocked expression. Now, Torin didn’t even have to think about what he was doing. He had done this many times before with Elspeth. He swung his blade at the wolver’s legs, causing it to collapse on its side. Zio fell to the ground. He looked up, and started reaching for the weapon of nearby, fallen guard. He was stunned, as Elspeth leapt from her mount, and shot an arrow.
It hit next to his hand, going through the edge of his thick leather armor, and pinning him to the ground. He reached out his other hand, to remove the arrow, but found a bow and a troika both point right at him. He paused, staring up at the two. The battle was almost over, and many of his guard were surrendering.

They had won.

Zio sighed, and asked to speak. Torin nodded.
“The Nine know you, and will stop you.”
Perri, who was walking towards them, looked up with widening eyes. Torin squinted. “The… Nine?’
Zio shook his head. “I’m surprised they haven’t gotten me yet. I wonder whe-“
A flash of light shot under Elspeth’s arm, and hit Grimrain square in the chest. He gasped. “T-that would be i-it, them…” he quietly muttered. Torin looked up at where it had come from, in the early morning light (he didn’t stop to realize it was already morning), and thought he saw a man with wings gliding off the wall.
Perri rushed over. “Do you know more about The Nine?”
Zio wheezed, coughing up blood. “T-they know all and s-see a-all. And I can now see what h-he tried to show me. I… I can s-see, crim… crimson…” he gasped, and finally breathed his last.
Perri shuddered.
“What did he mean?” asked Elspeth, looking at Perri.
“Later,” said Torin quietly. “We need to talk. Outside of town.”

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The last thing Torin heard as they stepped out of town was Krenlin shouting “We won!” followed by the cheers of villagers and militia alike.
Torin took a deep breath, and said “Why did you follow me?”
Elspeth replied, quietly, “If I stayed there it would be for nothing more than to watch the kingdom crumble and…”
He noticed tears on her cheeks.
He looked at her, squinting.
“I came to save you, I cry over the chance that you died, and this is what I got.”
Torin sighed. “I didn’t..”
He couldn’t think of words. She shook her head. “You didn’t think.”
Torin nodded. “Your right. I’m sorry.”
Elspeth sniffed. “It’s alright. But no matter what you say, I’m coming with you.”
Torin winced. “If Fabian will let, I guess…” he muttered.
Elspeth looked at him. “You still don’t want me to follow you, do you.”
There was a pause, before the both shouted at the same time;
“It’s because I love you!”
Another pause as they stared at each other. It seemed a while since they had said that to each other. Torin turned and walked away, repeating; “If Fabian will let you.”

This part is a lot shorter, and should be done in about two chapters, just for the record.

"Jinx! You owe me a Chroma Soda, famous among my Guild, Elite Defenders."
NOTE:
No Chromas were harmed in the making of this soda.
lawls,
anyways.....

I know you guys are waiting, but I won't be able to write more until Monday, sadly. I'll try and reply to your comments, though.
Last bit of news, I'm accepting ONE new app.
The requirements are only that the character must be a good friend of Brenna, or one of Krenlin's militia.
I'll be posting this in the edit of course, and Ember, I think you have enough characters.... lol

I'll try and see what you have to offer tomorrow!

If "sir" is trying to say he's a knight, it won't work. Period. He needs to be a commoner.
Also, where is equipment? You just need more details.

I don't think I'll be taking a new app. On the other hand, I'm pretty much ready to post a new chapter.

Woot, that took awhile, but here it is. Also, there is more music for you guys, though it is a theme I'll be using for many towns. Enjoy!

yeah, I'm also glad I I'm no longer sick, though I still have a stuffy nose. Grrr....
Anyways, I liked the winterfest theme more than the normal one for haven, so I decided that would be the town theme, though also, it is nearing that time of year, so.

Part III is beginning. It's right below, I hope you like it.

PART III: MINOR INCURSIONS MADE BY THE GREEDY

Chapter XI
Torin, Elspeth, and Fabian standing side by side, stared up at the mountain before them. “This mountain range marks the northern border of Almire,” Azalus said with a sarcastic smile. “The next kingdom over will probably try to kill us. Good times.”
“Besides that we’ve got to deal with the thieves and mercenaries of these mountains. With no king, there are a number of villages ruled by strength.” Torin shook his head at his own word.
Perri shrugged. “It will be good practice in case we have problems with Fornan riders after we cross the mountains.”
“Assuming we can…” muttered Elspeth.

Fornan was the next kingdom over. They had a smaller military than Almire, though their cavalry was a lot more impressive. There current ruler was Khan Amgard, thought by many to be a god. Besides Amgard, many also feared High-Swordsman Enaur, the mounted captain of an elite, team, that rode lesser dragons, drakes.

But for the time being, the mountains ahead were what they needed to worry about. As they started to climb the first hill, Torin turned and realized they were more of a war band then a small team of travelers. Each carried a weapon, each ready to fight, a total of nine warriors. Nine. He shuddered, and turned to keep moving.
Dag walked up. “I bought a mount in town before we departed.” Torin turned and looked at the creature Dag was leading. It was a large, bear-like mount with red-brown fur, and large, almost innocent eyes. “I’ve decided to go scout a head.” Torin nodded, and Dag mounted, riding off. Elspeth walked over. The ground was smoothing out, so though it had been climbing, it was becoming walking. Elspeth looked up at the mountains, with an expression of caution and curiosity; an interesting mix of emotions. “I wonder where the first band of thieves is hiding.” Elspeth stared at the slopes again, as if trying to find the group she had spoken of. “They won’t be somewhere easily noticeable, that’s for sure.” Brenna stood next to Elspeth, watching the cliffs as well.
“And yet you stare as well, sister.”
“No point in not being watchful,” replied Brenna, seeming almost to ignore Krenlin’s comment.
Suddenly, Torin saw a glint in the sky. At a moment’s notice, he jumped and shoved Elspeth to the ground. An arrow zipped through the air, exactly where she had stood a second ago. She scrambled to her feet, and the four started running up the hill, towards a large boulder they could find shelter in. It didn’t take long for the other’s to figure out what was happening, and start running as well. Soon, the party had gathered behind the cliff face. Azalus had been scratched by one on her ankle, but simply needed to throw a bandage on it. Fabian had been hit in the shoulder, and Perri started attending to his wound, saying she had learned the craft from a friend.

A couple more arrows flew, but soon, everything was silent again.
“Right,” said Torin. “At the moment, we’re pinned behind this boulder. Our best bet is to wait for them to get reckless and approach us. Then, we can jump out and fight back. Plus, we know Dag will be returning, so his help could be used to fight these guys. Or…”
He looked at Perri.
“Do you still have those cloaks?”
“I have three.”
Xylin looked up. “I have two of them.”
Torin nodded. “We can take five warriors. Who’s willing and ready?"

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Up on the cliff, twenty thieves waited for their prey to come out. It would be moments. One of them thought they saw movement, and wanted to go check, but they all knew that that would easily be a trap, so a few arrows were nocked, and fired at random.

Time passed. It felt like hours, before finally, something happened. The rocks above them started to roll. Screaming and shouts of panic filled the air, before the boulders rained down on them. Azalus, Fabian, Torin, Xylin, and Krenlin were looking down, satisfied. Their first team of bandits was easily dealt with.

Yeah, the cloaks will be explained later. Also, as you'll soon find out, Dag had found other trouble....
I'll try and post more soon. Stay tuned.

The five warriors stood there. Krenlin took of the strange cloak around his shoulders. It crumbled and he jumped. Xylin, Torin, and Azalus laughed. “That’s how it works. One use invisibility. I don’t think we have any more, though.” After saying this, Torin took of his own cloak and watched it crumble.
Krenlin nodded. “Right. I’ll go tell the others it’s save, than.” Krenlin run of down the slope, as Dag rode up, looking grim. Everyone had taken off the cloaks at that point, and Torin was happy to see Dag. The knight dismounted, and saw what had happened. “First brigand problems?” Dag asked. “Not much of a problem, really, sir,” replied Fabian. Dag nodded and looked up at the sky. It was noon, but storm clouds were beginning to form. “I wish I could say the problems end here, but I found a village, and it appears to in danger. A fight between a group of mercenaries and an almirian knight with his war band has broken out. It’s all verbal, but it’s only a matter of time before swords are drawn.” Torin looked thoughtful. “Do you know the knight?” Dag shook his head. “Right,” said Torin. “We’ll go and see if we can’t put an end to this fight. Come!”

The group was moving at a brisk pace again. It was a matter of about thirty minutes before the town was reached. As they stepped into the town, people were entering their houses, fearing the coming storm; both metaphorical and physical. It was easy to see were the fight was. Three men, one in full armor, two with simple clothes, one leaning on a shield, stood in the middle of town, glaring at each other. Torin known the knight, and wasn’t too surprised. Torin, Azalus, and Dag walked forward to meet the group.

“You’re lucky I don’t have your head, scum,” spat the knight at the mercenary, who scoffed. “My brother could skewer you now, blue-blood,” replied the man, motioning to the man leaning on a spear. “Sir Atran!”

All three looked up at Torin’s call, the spearman muttering “Great, more filthy ‘nobles.’ What has this town become?”
The knight seemed to cheer. “Ah, Sir Torin, good to see you.”
Before Torin could say anything, Dag spoke. “What is this about?”

The mercenaries both sighed, almost in unison. “This here chap paid us to raise a village, nearby on our mountain side. He gave us halve the agreed pay beforehand.” Torin stared at the group of about thirty mercenaries on one side of the town, and the group of noble footmen behind Atran. “You… raised a village?” Torin turned back towards the conversation at hand hearing Azalus’ question. Atran nodded. “The village is mercenaries and thieves. They made a direct raid on an almirian, royal village. Vanaduke sent me to destroy the village, and I hired this dirty lot.”
“And now,” continued the man, leaning on the spear, “he says he’s not going to be paying us the rest of what he owes us.”
Atran laughed. “Why do you think I hired you in the first place? To get rid of more scoundrels. I only recently decided to have mercy and not kill you on the spot.”
As the three glared at each other again, Torin turned to the men that Atran though were no better than thieves. “How much does he owe you?”
They seemed taken aback. “100 almirian seals.”
Torin nodded, and started to sort through his pocket, looking for money. Atran moved his glare to Torin. “Once again, we disagree, Torin. But let me deal with my issues.”

The mercenary leaning on his spear replied first. “Then let’s deal with this your way. Men, to arms!”

A couple notes, next chapter will add onto the story a lot, so be ready for plot development. Also, I know of grammatical errors, and I've been fixing them, but only in my word document. Maybe one day I'll go back and fix it all...
Final note, I'm think that at a later date, Apocrea will make an appearance, but I can't guarantee it.
Now than, *Yawn* I think I was bitten by a wolfer and will be returning after I see if I have the returning status effect of... sleep... Zzzz....

Torin watched in the light of the setting sun as the footmen of Almire trod of slowly, two holding Atran on his feet. They carried the knight towards Dag, and Atran scoffed. “We used to be the same. In the end, what I did was necessary evil.”
Dag’s eyes flashed. “The man who admits he has done evil, but says he did the right thing, is a liar, both to himself and those around him. Go to hell, you, scum…”
Everyone in Torin’s party turned to and stared, wide eyed t Dag. He was so calm most of the time, but that remark caused Atran to shake off the footmen holding him, and hobble towards Dag. Two mercenaries jumped forward, catching the falling knight and stopping him from reaching the still calm faced warrior, who Torin knew as a friend. “What, did you say, traitor!?”

Dag met the knight’s angry gaze with a still expression, his anger only being deceived by the fire in his eyes. “… Go to the ever-frozen abyss; you and the demons share the same thoughts; you are no knight… you’re not even a warrior!” With this statement, Dag stood, his expression changed to something Torin never recalled seeing on Dag’s face. “You are the pawn of demons. You are no more than their play-thing. But to the real knights of Almire, you are nothing more than the dirt on our shoe.”
The mercenaries pushed Atran away towards his troops, barely being caught by his own footmen. “I will destroy you Dag! If not I, than Kendrick!” Dag’s expression went back to calm. “He is dead, Atran. And you are worse than that. You rot where you stand.”

There was a long pause while Atran and his men left, and everyone stared at Dag. Azalus started an amusing conversation, and led people away, leaving Torin and Dag. Torin remembered the long time ago when Dag was almost Torin’s clone. Than something happened. Dag had gone on a mission, a bit of a secret one, though rumors spread. There were three knights who went, and when something went wrong, only two returned. He had figured out one of them was Dag, and later, with people starting searches for Sir Kendrick, it was somewhat obvious. But now he knew who all three were, but something still confused him. “I thought you said you didn’t know him.” Dag looked up. “I will admit to knowing him.”
“What happened on that mission?” Torin knew it was a pointless question, but he couldn’t help asking.
“I was not always ‘noble,’ so to speak,” muttered Dag. Thoughts flashed through Torin’s mind. Who knew what had happened? Between Dag’s comments, the anger he had shown moments ago towards Atran, and the fact that Atran was willing to kill a fellow knight… he shuddered and headed off to see what the rest of the party was doing.

two days, and one and a halve new chapter! Also, Chapter XV (second halve of Part 1) has it's own music theme, along with Kalem's theme for the first part. Enjoy! Lastly, next post (post 100!) will be mailed 500 crowns in game. =)