Dialogue Essay: The Elemental Warrior

“Few have since most who’ve encountered him have not lived to tell anyone and I can only tell you what I have heard, only that he’s a mercenary hailing from the southern plains of Tyrinia, the Elven continent.” “He an Elf, then?” Most intrigued, since he had no previous encounters with Elves. “No. I don’t really know what he is but definitely not Elf. He’s a Dwarf, I think, although, something is definitely different about him from the description that Cross gave me.” “Have you ever crossed swords with him?” “I, personally have not, but General Cross has. I remember he told me after his encounter, he’d prefer not to face him in battle again.” “What of the elemental warrior?” “Ashlend is Elvish descent, known by many as the demon of fire …show more content…

Commander Vyoxx soon rejoined them and they made their way through the throngs of soldiers to enter the city. As they passed his men, the lieutenant let it be known that they could kill the townspeople and the goblins cheered. They found General Zhousbek where the lieutenant had said, in the town square, slaughtering the last of the Cormyth’s militia, laughing as he finished off his victims with his extreme long swords, cleaving off their heads. His surrounding soldiers, who had been cheering during Zhousbek’s encounter, stopped suddenly and he turned around to see Count Nightburn entering the town square. He bowed as Nightburn approached. Count Nightburn, not known for pleasantries, got straight to the point. “Where is it?” “I do not know where the amulet is, my Lord. I fear the King took it with them when the so hastily departed.” “So, all of this was for nothing.” Nightburn was more than a little disappointed that his elaborate plans had produced nothing of value. “No, we have taken the city.” Interjected Zhousbek, unsure of what Count Nightburn had truly expected to achieve. “It seems it was all for nothing. Tresval is on its way …show more content…

She injured him quite badly.” “Have him moved to the Silver Talon’s infirmary. We leave this city within the hour. Have your men grab what supplies they can and head to the ships.” Nothing seemed to be going as planned, and it was evident in Count Nightburn’s mannerisms. Zhousbek sounded the order and then asked, “My Lord, where will I be going?” “You will accompany me to the Silver Talon. I want all my best fighters with me, in case of attack. They will not take my flag ship without losing every soldier they have.” At least that would be a certainty, Nightburn mused. They returned to the ship and the armada and the Silver Talon were underway within the hour, their next stop, the island of Anuniaq. It would take two days of straight swift sailing to arrive at the port of Concordia and Commander Vyoxx performed masterfully. The plan was to have the armada remain out to sea and out of visible sight from the residents of Anuniaq while the Silver Talon docked. A select group of the crew members would make their way to various higher vantage points and would relay the signal to the armada if they needed help. Count Nightburn did not want to alienate the attendees of the meeting unnecessarily by having a large armada suddenly appear in the harbor. He would use that trump card if it became apparent that he could not obtain the amulet without the use of force. Selecting Valana and Sophee