Heroes At War - Battlefield Glory The world of Dalenaia is at war! Kingdoms fight left and right, and peace is nothing but a means of backstabbing. In hope of turning the tide, Kings have now requested the aid of local Heroes. But can justice truly be achieved on a battlefield? The players actions will determine the future of not only Tarabon, but the world itself. And it all began in the Capital Elmora, as King Rolf II prepared his army for war... Ah, Elmora. The grandest city in all of Dalenaia, well at least if you want to believe one of its one hundred thousand citizens. Trade had made this city great, and it still managed to keep it running somehow. For behind the great grey stone walls a hub of shops would greet every traveler. No matter what tall gate he or her would use to enter the city. Most of these houses or shops are made of wood, but as one walk deeper inside more and more stone is introduced. And finally, in the center of Elmora lies the great Castle of Tarabon. The large stone Castle stand the tallest, and not even one of the Grand Cathedrals in Elmora can compete. The Castle is home to the King and his Royal Guards. From here King Rolf II have ruled for many years. From here he plan the march onward. King Rolf was sitting by his dark wooden desk, fully clad in his battle armor. He was signing the last papers before departure later today. However, he was disturbed as a figure in black stepped out of the shadows by the door. "Your speech was very inspiring, your Majesty". The male voice commented neutrally. The King merely looked up briefly, before returning to his work with a grunt. "I bring good news. The coffers from the K.A.S. Union has arrived". That managed to get King Rolf's attention, and he smiled as he made his signature on a piece of paper and getting to his feet. "Wonderful. Let's have a look..." Meanwhile, outside Elmora. The soldiers of Tarabon's Second Army was already busy at work this early in the morning, as the many military tents was slowly packed down. There was still hours to departure, but General Oswald wanted them ready to leave at any minutes warning. As for the man himself... "Heroes for the army here! Any brave Heroes for the Army?!" General Oswald shouted out by a large wooden stand. He too was in his battle armor, completely with the eagle crest on his shoulder plate. "Comeon! Do any Hero think they have what it takes to aid Tarabon in her need for soldiers?!" He continued loudly, asking the crowd of travelers who passed by on the main road to Elmora. So far none had come forward. "I am a heroc! I will apply! leyt me apply!" A drunk soldier attempted to make his way to the stand, but a kick to the arse from Oswald had him running away. "No amount of ale will turn you into Hero James, get out of here!" He said angry, and received a choir of laughter from the soldiers on duty. Three Royal Guardsmen was sitting behind the stand, ready to accept applications. Once proper Heroes had delivered their paper, they would be free to wander around until the King would call for march. The march to push back the invaders.