In the middle of the game, the kurori stopped all together, the cries of the forest animals that she called upon earlier rang through the fields that bordered Westfall. Their cries echoed throughout as the horde broke over the horizon. "OH NO! THE HORDE!! WE HAVE TO WARN THE OTHERS, SERNA!"

"What?!" Serna stopped her attack on the Elven children and turned towards her friend, "Who do we have to warn?! Caliaphy, what is going on?!"

Horns blew throughout Westfall alerting everyone to the danger and threat of the horde now seen across fields to the south of Westfall. Arlhenwe and Idrial motioned all the children to followed them including Serna and Caliaphy. "Please come with us, you two can help us protect the children and aid us as we defend our city."

"Sure," Serna agreed, "But if I'm going to protect people, then I'm going to need my shield. Can I have it back please?"

Arlhenwe handed the shield back to Serna, "Come. Let us hurry to the upper walls!"

"Okay, lead the way," The Shield Maiden declared as she slipped her shield onto her arm, "This way, everybody, we're going to safety. Caliaphy, are you coming with us?"

Caliaphy was already buzzing around from the front to the middle to back, "Yup!"

*******

Suddenly there was a flash of reddish light that interrupted their meal and out of the image came, Gruumasht.

"Apparently not much!" Irzen replied right on cue.

"HEHEHAHA! WHAT'S THIS? DIDN'T VENGER STAB YOU IN THE BACK, IRZEN LEAVING YOU TO ROT ON THE BATTLEFIELD? THE OLD MAN OF THE SEA? HERE? HAHAHA! WHERE'S THAT ACCURSED, GREAT WEAPONS FIGHTER, MADEOUS KHYNG TO WATCH YOUR BACK!?!?! SO, THE WAYWARD RUNT OF THE LITTER HAS FINALLY COME HOME, AND FOR WHAT, TO UNITE A SOON-TO-BE SHATTERED KINGDOM UNDER THE BOOT OF THE HORDE!! MWHAHAHAHA! SOON PRINCE YEW WILL BE BROUGHT TO ME IN CHAINS, A BROKEN AND PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR AN ELF!!!" The image faded from view as the city horns blew disrupting the evening. The sounds of panic filled the common folk scrambling for safety while as the military of Westfall braced for battle.

"WOW!" Lady Harlotta promptly pulled out her tome and began to feverishly write down everything that had not only transpired but also that was happening around her.

"Gruumasht always did know how to make an entrance," Irzen deadpanned as he rose to his feet and raced to the door, "Which way to the ramparts, Willow?"

"Down the hall, down the stairs, out the door, into the alcove, make a left and you will see a flight of stairs that will take you to the top of the northern rampart." The Prince quickly replied as he rose to his feet, "Liliandra, is there any way we can get the she-elves and children out of here without being seen by the horde?"

"Thanks!" The Swordsman disappeared from view as he ran down the corridor, "I need to get a first-hand view of what we are going up against."

"Westfall is an ancient city, Willow. There are caverns that run beneath the city itself all the way to the capital. With everything that has happened, I've already issued that order to have all the citizens who are not able to fight to leave. What you and your friends have seen so far, are those who have been in service to the throne here for generations. Westfall will not fall to the horde, not this day or any other day." Liliandra stood up waving over to the her handmaidens, "Bring me my armor!"

"Dragolem will stay with Captain Andaerean and his company while Mermidon and I will go with you." Alyson now stood as the gauntlets appeared, "Willow said you wanted to study them, your highness? I'm afraid it will have to wait but you may yet see what they're are capable of."

"I will stay with the princess," Lazheros rose up from his seat at the table, "I believe Serna is in capable hands with Caliaphy and the two loremasters they met earlier."

"No! Here is what I need each of you to do," The Prince declared rising from his chair, "Lili, while you don your armor I need you to send your servants to find every wizard, sorceror, loremaster, cleric and mage within these walls and gather them together in the inner courtyard."

Willow turned towards The Elementalist and The Cleric, "Alyson and Lazerhos, I need you two to go to that courtyard and start working on a spell together. What we need are three movable pillars of fire as wide as you can make them and as high as you can make them. With the combined powers of the other magic wielders, that should help you to create a formidable line of defense for Westfall. Keep Mermidon and Dragolem together with Captain Andaeran. They will serve him well together and they make a formidable team whether they wish to admit it or not."

"NO!" Alyson and Lazheros said in unison.

"Are you MAD, Willow? The ancient library of our people exists here! You would sacrifice our entire history just to resort to a SCORCHED EARTH solution??"

"Then give me a better idea, Lili," The Prince retorted at his sister-in-law's question, "Because right now, I am all out of ideas to confront this horde. Please give me a better idea and I will use it!"

"I'm with the princess on this one, Willow." The elementalist shook her head, "Lazheros and I will take out the bulk of the horde since they decided to march straight down the open fields. I'll drop an F5 tornado that will do less damage to the environment than what you're suggesting."

Willow turned to Liliandra with a quizzical look on his face before they both turned towards Alyson and asked, "F-5?!"

"You will see it in the fields beyond the wall of the city. Since returning to the Realm, I have not gone on the offensive, ever. It's always been assist, and defense but now you WILL see why not to get in my way!" Alyson's eyes turned solid red causing the heat index to rise instantly.

The Prince turned back to the Princess, "Also, send someone to find Serna. Caliaphy can stay and protect the children they were playing with. But we will need Serna to protect the mages while they are casting and maintaining their spell. Granted, they will be at their most powerful at that point, but they will be at their most vulnerable as well."

The bronze man scanned the surface thoughts of the ranger, he saw his intentions were to merely level the battle field but there was a hint of fear. He brought his hands together and spoke a prayer in draconic, blessing the entire party. "I will assist Alyson by summoning the Storm but this is your homeland, why would you see it razed to the ground? Did spending too much time elsewhere in the Realm facing Venger, harden your love for your kin?"

"I neither wish to see my homeland destroyed nor occupied by Orcs. And my battles against the Dark Lord and his minions did not harden my heart towards my kin!" Willow shot back, "But I am quickly running out of options--Wait a minute! I just had another idea. Lazheros, can you summon Caliaphy here? I would like the two of you to summon a swarm of bees large enough to blot out the sun and have them descend upon the horde after Alyson's tornado is through with them. Would you and Caliaphy be willing to do that?"

"It will be done when Alyson has done her part, Prince Willow." Lazheros wrapped his arms around the elementalist.

The princess looked right at the ranger, "Willow, your young friend is with the mages and loremasters of Westfall. Those children are our next generation of magic wielders and they are quite good, and lastly, some are Acolytes of Fenmarel Mestarine, to aid in healing."

"I understand. Serna can remain with the rest of the children. But if you need Caliaphy's aid, do not fail to call upon her, Lazheros. She is quite adept at summoning animals to her aid," Willow concluded, "I will be joining Irzen on the rampart to get a full assessment of the odds we face. Lili, once you have donned your armor, please join us there."

"And what would you like me to do, Prince Willow?" Lady Harlotta batted her eyelashes as she looked up from her tome and the words she was writing.

"Be yourself, War Scribe," The Prince declared, "The time for fun and games is over. Your disguise is no longer necessary."

"Oh! Alright!" In a brief flash of light, the green-clad beautiful She-Elf Bard from Macul became the smoking-hot Drowling Chronicler of Validor donned in tight black leather breeches, bodice and tunic, War Scribe declared in a huff, "Better now?!"

"Much!" The Ranger disappeared from view leaving War Scribe along with the Elementalist, the Cleric, the Princess and her Guards.

"Hey, Scribe we could use your help observing the enemy, say from the back of the horde where the big, bad orc and his elites are, and maybe give us a lead on where they're holding Prince Yew?" Alyson said before she and Lazheros teleported to the highest parapet tower on the wall facing the horde.