The sky hadn't smiled for days; just frowning upon the lands and seas with the occasional rain of tears. Even now, it was drizzling with an icy rain upon the town of Glenarm. The place was eerily quiet. Women and children had been evacuated, along with any men incapable of battle. Otherwise, the majority of the town's males aided their home's call to arms. Hope was not lost in all parts of the planet. The odds were against Glenarm, but they were determined to fight until there was nothing left of them. Among them was Winnifred Cartwright, an idolized paladin from the Order known as The Devoted Defenders. She lent support wherever it was needed, granted she was close by. Fortunately for this town, she happened to be passing through on her way to investigate the snowy mountains beyond them. Doom was upon them, but not of the demonic sort. More the dark lord with minions sort. Oddly, that was not outside of her experience level... A proud looking war horse colored like winter, with grey mane, walked up and down the rows of armed men, carrying his rider as she inspected them. These footmen were going to have one hell of a time. Their upcoming battle was not going to be like anything they'd ever seen. Hours prior, she did her best to educate them on this. Droplets slid down the charcoal colored metal that protected her feminine form. Be that as it was, she had quite the build of muscle, else she would fail to support the weight of the armor. There was a classic theme of blue and golden adorning the woman and her steed. She was basically a decorated servant to a being mightier than herself. Winni knew that fact; she embraced it. There was a lot on her mind at the moment. Her face wore a serious mask, brows knit together as a show of contemplation. Sapphire eyes looked upon the horizon while a whistling wind swept up her hair and left it in tangles on her back. Well that thought process didn't last for long. The lady paladin shook her cream colored mane with annoyance before getting it properly tied up to fit under her helmet. A pair of armored hands patted at her sides, double checking that her swords were indeed there. Everything was in its proper place. In silence with her allies, Winnifred watched for what was to come. Now all her mind could focus on was praying; may the Goddess give her the strength to lead these souls to victory. Winnifred then felt an ominous vibe strong enough to make frigidness settle in her bones. It both scared and excited her that this could be the day she dies.