Last HopeForty years ago a group of elites served under the king. The group was originally nameless and thought of themselves merely as the kings swords. Around the fourteenth winter of the fifth king the citizens of the capital started calling them Dragon's Talon after the claws of 'The Beast of Destruction'. It was said that even their weakest member could crush a stone wall with a single thrust of their sword. Dragon's Talon was a legendary group that even surrounding kingdoms feared. Yes, a small group of elite fighters were able to put fear in the hearts of entire kingdoms... or so the rumors say.
It was the twenty fourth winter of the fifth king when the events of Last Hope took place. Dragon's Talon, for some unknown reason, turned their blades against the king. They appeared at the gates of the capital a little before dawn. The light of the sun had just started to tint the sky and the guards were getting ready to change shifts, it was indeed a prime time to attack. They started by breaking threw the main gate, only opposed by a few weary guards, then split up and started burning buildings, slaying civilians, and wreaking havoc on the capital. Generally speaking they went unopposed. The tired guards from the night shift were in no position to fight, not that they would be anything other than a nuisance anyways, and most of the guards just getting up were still fairly groggy and more than anything confused. Dragon's Talon wasn't just a group of muscle heads, they had a few sharp characters as well. They spread rumors, planted traps, and shouted out false orders. One moment the entirety of the guard was rushing towards the main gate, the next it was to the Capital Building, following that to the west gate, then they were rushing towards the east. Under the confusion the guards started to fight amongst themselves which only added to the devastation.
Somehow, after everything that took place, Dragon's Talon was forced to retreat. Half the capital was in ruins, thousands of civilians and hundreds of soldiers were slain, burned, or injured, however the people were still able to rejoice. During a time of lost hope, where everyone thought death was the inevitable, the impossible happened, and half the capital was spared.
After a few hours the king himself made an appearance outside the castle and announced that by some luck Dragon's Talon had been defeated. He made known that all but two members of Dragon's Talon had been found dead and that the last two are believed to be severely injured.
Six Years LaterThe first Queen sat on her throne with a displeased look on her face. She had yet to be on the thrown for more than a few months and already she had dealt with a handful of huge problems which had been plaguing the Kingdom for a few years. Unfortunately, even after all that she had accomplished, there were many that wanted a King on the throne, and worse yet it seemed that the mistakes made during 'Last Hope' were finally starting to surface. "What's taking them so long?" She mumbled to herself. She was eager to meet the warriors that she personally invited to the castle. Quickly the queen stole a glance at the man standing next to her, curious to see whether he was just as impatient as her however, despite being an old drunk, his years of training and service still effected him and she couldn't get anything from his blank face. Finally her eyes returned to the two large reinforced wooden doors sitting on the opposite side of the room. She had recently been informed that the last of her guests had finally arrived, so where were they?
The doors slowly started to open and she watched as her hand picked warrior's stepped forwards. A mischievous grin made it's way onto her face as she whispered to the man standing next to her before standing up, "I am the first Queen of the kingdom, I personally thank you for responding to my letter." She started before descending down the stairs in front of her. "I'm sure all of you are wondering why you are here but before I can tell you anything I have to make sure all of you are worthy." The queen stopped about ten pace's away from the line of warriors. She was a young woman, of eighteen winters, and didn't fit the description and rumors that were being passed around about her. She wasn't tall, she wasn't old enough to have much experience ruling a Kingdom, and honestly she didn't look very impressive at all. The queen turned and looked at the older gentleman who remained at the side of her thrown, "I'll let you introduce yourself and decided how to test them."
"Very well." The man stepped forward, "I'm an ex-member of Dragon's Talon and currently I'm the queens pawn." He said very bluntly before crossing his arms over his chest, "Now then, the queen wants me to test you..." His eyes scanned the room, "Very well. We'll go to the training grounds. Meet me there in an hours. You're dismissed."