A Test of Power

   I grew weary of the games, the slow actions of my order... 

   It has been long since I demonstrated my full strength against an enemy. The orcs who killed my comrades fell easily enough. I had rushed into their main encampment and raised my blades against them. Many fled at the immediate ferocity of my assault, which mattered not to me. Now that I had proven my point it was time to wage and assault with my new allies up against our real target, the place I once called home, Draugmir.

   We rushed upon the shore with such speed that they barley had time to react. We clashed upon them swiftly, slaying them by the dozens as the seconds passed. The footmen were not of great concern to me, it would be their leaders and heroes who would put up the greatest resistance. Nonetheless I had cut them to pieces, wounding them all severely as they attempted to take me.

   Despite our obvious victory imminent... I had let me guard down enough to allow myself to be injured. No matter, I had a contingency plan in place. Before they could strike me down I fell into retreat with my remaining allies, into the shadows and off the island. That being said, before I did so I dropped the shell of the Stone to the floor, some handy work done through my advanced research. It was a trap that I knew would rid me of them, if not permanently than for a time. 

   I had barley crossed through the water before the explosion ripped the island apart. On that day, they lost much, close to everything they had. Perhaps I had not taken the fortress in one fell swoop, but I had crippled them and that was enough.