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Dredin looked out of his one good eye, watching the aasimar's hand bleed. "We have drawn blood worthy of my time now. Thank you for this gift, Alaric of the aasimar. You will come to regret putting out my eye."

He dropped his sword casually, then began walking back towards his keep. "Your terms are denied. You will not have peace."

He spun as Alaric thrust, a single word raising a magical barrier, blocking the sword with a shield of arcane energy. Before Alaric could even bring his blade to bear again, he uttered another phrase and vanished, reappearing near his allies.

"Honestly, aasimar king, I thought you had more honor than to strike a foes back. We shall meet again soon, and I promise, when that happens, we will finish our fight."

The three orcs started back towards the fortress.

The aasimar army flooded through the fortress, finding only a few battle-scarred veterans blocking their way, their age apparent in their ever movement.

Still, these few scattered warriors charged recklessly into the invaders, throughing themselves to their death in battle, battle cries filling their throats until the moment they died.

Those aasimar who began to delve deeper soon found solid doors formed of the stone of the mountains themselves barring their way and slowing them down.

Those who fought upward found almost no resistance as they flooded through the halls and chambers. Before long, they controlled almost all of the upper chambers, and those near the spire reaching to the peaks could here muffled chanting and a lowl laughter coming from it.

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Dredin looked at the circle of priests, his eye finding the high priest. "It has gone as you promised, my father. He took my eye, and brought his army in with the speed only a god could provide. I have absolute faith in this. Finish the ritual. Make their catprue of Ravindra a nightmare they will not soon forget."

Dredin stood silently on the balcony, and turned as Alaric and his hand picked trooped invaded his private sanctum. "Welcome, Alaric, to this holy place. I trust you find the city and it's environs to your liking? You will payfor your invasion this day."

He watched as black sparks of energy fired between the assembled priests, before they all fell to the ground, smoking. Only the high priest remained, a vague black aura surrounding him. He raised his hand and unleashed necrotic energy upon the aasimar. In an instant, all of Alaric's hand picked soldiers crumbled to dust, blowing away in the wind.

The priest turned and spoke, his voice a dull but peircing tone, "Interesting creatures, these Aasimar. Servants of Gadabout and Lucis. That one took your eye, giving me the target. And now you have sacrificed his soldiers and your father. Your request is granted, Dredin. This day, from noon until the darkest of shadows of the night, you have my blessing"

The priest exploded, showing blood and gore across the room, leaving only the two warriors untouched. Dredin smiled as a flickering red light was born in his empty eye socket. Without a word, he chatged the aasimar king.

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The sun reached it's peak in the sky, signaling noon. Around the citadel, the army looked up in shock. Before their eyes, the sun began to darken, shadows bursting forth., enshrowding the sky as noon became night. the sounds of wings filled the air, and the shadows descended on the army, mysterious swords and shapes flitting about, rushing towards them. A flight of swordwings had answered the call.