[h3]---Dragonrage Pass---[/h3]

-[@cloudystar] & [@Melkor]-

[quote=@Melkor]“There’s no need for violence, my friends. This is Prince Jarde of Ereb - you would do to not harm him lest you feel the wrath of the Concilium.”[/quote]

The Varjan Warriors all looked at each other before returning their dark gazes unto you. "We were just going to get some food but you seem to have a better idea on how things should go." One of them replied before all of them readied their swords, maces and axes. Their lust for battle clearly stroked.

Suddenly, Jarde stepped forward. "S-SO sorry for our getting in your way then! Ehehe..." He said to the warriors with a friendly albeit nervous tone. "So uhh, we shall be on our way! You guys just enjoy the food and stuff all right?" The prince continued before grabbing hold of Taka's arm. "Merilia, you handle him."

"[color=red]Yes, my lord.[/color]" The red-armored woman said before seizing Cylus' arm.

-[@Fairess], [@Polaris North], [@Fubsy], [@Lady Athena], [@Nanashi Ninanai], [@Snarfulblast], [@MarsAdept] & [@Darkmoon Angel]-

The old man chuckled at the main question hurled at him, who was he? "Me? Well... I'm just a witness at the meeting between the Dwarven representatives and those of the Arcadia League." He answered while dodging the question. "It was quite the spectacle..." He continued as if reminiscing a fond memory. The old man then began walking away while a white-feathered avian landed on his shoulder. Those with sharp eyes would identify it as a crow, despite its coloration.

-Everyone-

Jarde returned to the camp with Taka, Cylus and a woman in red armor. It seemed two of them were half-dragged back there. "Seriously guys? Why in Naga's name would you agitate soldiers of Varjo?" He was more in disbelief than angry at Cylus and Taka. "Well, at least we off that scot-free. I hope nothing like that happens again."

And just when he said that, a voice yelled in a panicked tone, catching everyone's attention. "[color=0054a6]The League has betrayed us! We are under attack![/color]" The voice belonged to a Dwarf and he raised his voice so that everyone could hear him, especially his kin. The news shocked almost all of those present. "[color=0054a6]We must defend ourselves![/color]"

Moments after, another voice shouted. "[color=fff79a]Treachery! The Dwarves are attacking us! Treachery! [/color]" The voice belonged to a Footman of Gleivnir. While these news contradicted the first, it was still shocking to everyone who could hear it. "[color=fff79a]To arms! TO ARMS![/color]"

Suddenly, the atmosphere became chaotic and filled with the sounds of war as fighting immediately erupted everywhere. Dwarves and men begun clashing against each other but there were some who were still confused at the situation and so, just stood and watched as violence ensued. The Varjans, on the other hand, all seemed happy at the turn of events and happily threw themselves into the fray.

Jarde and Merilia unsheathe their swords but engaged no one. Between the camp of the unusual regiment was a group of Dwarven Infantry and a group of Varjan Warriors. "[color=red]My lord! What do we do? My lord![/color]" The red-armored woman begged for an order from Prince Jarde but he could not give any.

It appeared that the choice lay on those part of the prince's regiment.