In the large town of Sen lives thousands, maybe millions of people busy everyday with chores and new things to do. People enter and leave, buy supplies and trade, go to the port and sail out. They are fairly rich just like the Araidians since both the Prince Sen'tal Moushchi of Sen, and Prince Tiyran Mouschi are distant cousins.
The people of Sen are generally friendly but stand clear of the ones with swords, that lean towards the rough side. They are serious when war breaks out. They stand about six feet in general with slightly tanned skin. Most have blonde, to dirty blonde, to brown hair. Unlike their cousins, Araidians they are strong but not as strong. They are good in majic but not overpowering.
Hardly anything wrong ever happens in Sen except simple stealing of such items as rubies and gems. But beyond this beautiful, large, peaceful town in the cousin Town out in the West of the Senaidia Deserts. There the Araidians live under proctection from their Prince, Tiyran Mouschi.
The Aradians generally have tanned skin with blonde, to dirty blonde, to brown hair as like their cousins. They stand about six feet with overwhelming strenth and agility. The are poor in majic but the strength and agility come in handy for that cause. Most Araidians, all man, woman, and generally children carry swords on the account that they are constantly attacked for their Prince's wealth.
Recently the cousin Town had been attacked by large Demons called Foul'res. Foul'res are a new breed of Demons: Ones of black scaly skin like a dragon, a split tongue, and four arms. The stand on two legs, standing about seven and three-fourths tall. Long gray claws curve out beneath their fingers as well as their toes. On the forehead one large horn. From there inch smaller horns layer down from the tip of the large horn to the tip of their six foot length tail. Few have seen these beasts and survived. Now their forming to destroy villages. They have large muscles and are fairly well in majic, not to mention their high agility making them tough just to beat one.
The Araidians have been overwhelmed with the Demons strength and tried to send for help to their cousins. But as it stands now nothing has reached Sen and slowly the Araidians are being battered to death.
Two days later two batter men come on their horses and ride through the gates of Sen and evidently fall. They are immediatly rushed to Prince Sen'tal and are flourished with water. It has been a long ride for them.
"My Lord.. We.. Are being attacked by the.. Foul'res. We need help.. Please send help.. We need you.." After the first Araidian man spoke he died.
The second stayed in the palace and was getting nursed as the Prince gathered up a large army to defeat the Foul'res.
"They will not stand in our way! I'll will protect my cousin with my Kingdom." annouced Sen'tal.
Soon an army of about forty-thousand men gathered. Married ones crying as they say their goodbyes as they march through the gate.
Ranisha had entered through the gates of Sen slowly watching the men ride by, not knowing what was going on.
She walked to a bar and tied her long white hair back into a low loose pony-tail. She sides down and orders a mug of red wine. The waiter comes over and gives her the wine as she pays him a golden coin. She sips on wine and listens around for some news to go by.
"Aye, the Araidians. Tough cousins we have. Some of the best fighters in the world being battered in one swing." A Senian replies waving his hand to show the beasts defeating their cousins.
The second man nodded.
"An't even more, by the rate their going! We'll be sure to be next on thy list."
"An't I know. Those that went to war with 'em are gonten themseves keiled."
"An't ye better believe it. Where gonna go down under with them by the rate, Sen'tal's at. Mad'enas.
Ranisha shook her head. That's why the men had been going out when she entered the gates. A waitress came over and refilled Ranisha's mug.
"Poore dar'lins. Recon'd they gonna get theemseleves keiled." sighed the waitress.
"Indeed. We should sent allies from the North."
"Recon'd that wouldn't do us'al any gud. The Foul'res are large mercilez Demonz I ever have seen."
"You've seen one?"
"Aye, I recon'd it was about this big." The waitress said as she raised her hand up about a foot. "Ner'lly battered by the 'un to. Thankfully an Araidian saved me. Else I've been a goner fo sure."
"Those Araidians, don't they have to cross the ocean to get here?"
"I'd recon'd so. Why?"
"Those two men where on horses.. And seemed to be traveling for a long time. They wouldn't have to ride all the way here without healing the least bit on the voyage here."
A couple men stood up and banged down on Ranisha's table.
"What're you saying missy. That our cousins a'lyin!?"
"I did not say so." Ranisha said in a calm voice. "I'm saying, the Araidians could have rested and healed there wounds. This Oriental Ocean has healing powers does it not?"
"It does."
"Then they could have healed their wounds."
"...My God.. Get this woman ta the Prince. We hafta warn him! It's a trap!"
The man Ranisha was talking to lent Ranisha a horse with a pass to the Palace. It was dark out now and was raining. Ranisha got into the gates by showing her pass and at the entrace jumped off the black horse and ran inside to the Prince's lair.
"My Lord Sen'tal. You have just sent your warriors into a trap of Foul'res. You must get out before the two men that entered her kill you!" Ranisha yelled.
"What are you talking about?"
From behind Ranisha the battered Araidian that had fallen dead appeared behind her. Sensing this Ranisha jumped besides the Prince her hand slid out her sword.
"SHEATH YOUR SWORD! Are you mad!? Those are my cousin's people!" The Prince cried.
"Indeed, didn't this man fall dead?"
"Ye..yes..but.."
"It's a Foul'res I have found out they have to power to transform into the things they kill."
The Prince fell silent. The Araidian had turned black and bigger, into a Foul'res. Ranisha wasn't in the mood to take this thing on and immediatly grabbed the Prince and rushed out. Warning all the others out as well. The Sen'tal ordered the Palace to be locked up severly with all the majic the mages could. Soon the two Foul'res were locked in the palace unable to excape.
"My Lord if I have the permission may I gather up a rally to take off in two days to try to save your remaining warriors?" Ranisha asked.
"Indeed, Lady....." Sen'tal started but soon stopped.
"My name is Ranisha Mikacado."
"Well then, Lady Ranisha. Please I beg of thee to help my cousin and my people."
"I shall."
Ranisha had returned the black horse and her horse soon came to her aid. Ranisha had notified people to help fight to proceed to the large Field of Tundras. And to enter then large tent Ranisha had set up for the warriors. Of course the warriors should bring their own tent on account their would not be enough in just Ranisha's. A mage sat down at the application table waiting for some volenteers as Ranisha slept peaceful waiting as well.
