A dark set of eyes watched the castle’s defences crumble. A fair hand, felt the rumbling of the earth as thousands of barbarians from the north and soldiers from the south marched onto the slaughterhouse. Two evil creatures, locked in mortal combat were the cause of this butchery, each one incredibly strong and blessed by beings of great power. Yet somehow even still the castle held, the soldiers inside never surrendering. 

However, the balance of power had shifted and the spirits had sent their champions in. Shreika was no exception. Embracing the void, she took to the skies in the form of a black bird, a cloud of smoke the only sign of her magical change. Flying over the barbarian horde, a dark sea of rippling muscles and lethal weapons, Shreika watched for the sorcerer responsible for the lethal flames being thrown over the walls. She could feel a great power within the barbarians but could not precisely locate it, all she could do is try to minimise the dame his evil magic caused.

The barbarians within the gatehouse were forced into the castle as the strong gate began to slowly close itself all they needed to do now was to wipe out the poison that was eating away at it from the inside and causing the walls to bleed. The priestess perched upon the south-eastern tower, and watched the death match continue in the courtyard below, praying to the high spirit for its great blessing.