Darius was among the other mages, ignored by all but a handful who stood at his side. He was a blur of words as one hand held his Lore-Tome and the other held held his staff. To an onlooker it would look like he was casting curses and powerful spells to wreak havoc among the enemy lines, if he could do that then you would be right. But as a Lore Maker he is bound by Vow to refrain from attacking another living being with magic. Now Darius did his best to bend his vow and is standing, overlooking the battle, doing all he can. The handful around him are loyal to him only by the bloodshed he had saved them from in battles past. The truth was he was attempting to harry and slow the enemy attack, confusing them and leading them back on themselves. Currently he was forming a false wall of fire on one of the stairways up the walls forcing the enemy to hesitate and look about in unease, no doubt one would soon realize that there was no heat there and brave the flames only to be followed by the rest of his force.

Since Darius dared not waste his time by speaking rather then incanting spells he released his staff, which floated where it was left, and words began to form beyond his outstretched hand as he tried to find more ways of halting the enemy onslaught. The words read 'Tell me, what can you see beyond the wall? Is there a greater threat I need be aware of?' displayed in whatever language the reader spoke. Suddenly Darius felt a great pain in his right arm, his casting arm. The pain soon spread. The mages around him were quick to turn their attention to the pain and force it out. It had happened before, last time it was harder to remove but they learned since that defeat, some great power could sense Darius and he best theory was that it was trying to stop the flow of his power.. or take it for themselves. While they defeated this attack Darius still dropped his Tome from the book and so he began barking out orders "Protect the men on the battlements, if we lose the archers or our fellow mages then the real men, the ones bathing in our foes blood, stand no chance. If that happens the world will look to this battle and blame us for our inaction!" He screamed to his men, scrolling through pages of his tome and pulling out the odd scrap of paper... simple desperate to find anything that could aid him in the defense of this castle. If it came to it he would break his vow, but breaking his vow would lead to the Red One, the 'god' of the Lore-Makers Stripping him of his power, he could still teach and train but he would no longer be free to cast spells at their mightiest of foes.