Sven stood at the head of his army with a fiery passion in his eyes that he could not wait to spread to the field. He could taste the battle that was about to ensure. For months the Tradesmen had disrespected him and his people. For months they called for his head and taunted him, going as far as carving his name on their weapons. He made no secret of his plans to attack The Protectorate on this night. He even let his men string up the bodies of those they killed at the Eastern Trade Post to rile up the citizens of Evermoore. He wanted them to feel the rage he felt. So where were they? His raiders waited for his order to begin the attack, as he began to gather his trusted generals a song entered his head. He had never heard it before and he could not get it out. As he listened to it he understood, this was a message from the Tradesmen. Calling him out, trying to get him to come to them. It was then that Wengryn arrived on field, not as a shield maiden, but as his pregnant wife.
“Husband, a scout arrived, the Tradesmen have decided to attack Kuroda instead. We only left some of our men at Kirimoo. What should we do?”
He growled at the news, his thirst for battle had overtaken him, and threw his sword on the ground. “We fight on this night! We do not bow to Evermoore, we do not change our plans for people who think they are better than us. They tried to outsmart us, but that will not work. Kuroda will have to prove his strength just like every Asgarn man and woman here had. If he is a worthy ally he will survive and if not…..” Sven turned grabbed a torch from a nearby raider. “If not, then there is more for us.” His men cheered. For Odin! For Thor! For Valhalla!"
A large cage like contraption was brought forward, in it were hundreds of butterflies. As Sven walked to it he spoke. “Let’s begin” He lit the cage on fire, the wings of the poor creatures set ablaze, the cage opened and they flew out, out and forward, forward to the Eastern Grove of The Protectorate. His men took it as a sign and charged forward. He turned to join them when Wengryn grabbed his arm. “Promise me you will come back and when you do that this is it. I want to go home, I want to raise our child in Asgarn where we belong.” He kissed her and began running to catch up to the others calling back as he did so. “Odin as my witness, I will give that child a name to be proud of and everything I never had!”
After the attack was underway, a small army of creatures lead by and elven Tradesman were spotted by the edge of the field. He brought allies to fight back the attack. It appeared that the Tradesmen figured out a way to send help after all. Well into the night the reinforcements sent to stop Sven managed to halt his progression into the other groves. Sven was ready to fight all night, to his last breath, but, as if a Valkyrie was cutting through his rage and bloodlust, he was reminded of his promise to wife.
He stopped and realized at this moment, if they continued to push, they may defeat the ones who came to aid The Protectorate but at a great cost. Chances were high that they would lose to many men to make it back to Asgarn along with their spoils. He grabbed the horn at his waist and bellowed into it. His men knew what it meant and began the retreat back to the Eastern Trade Post. By early morning they had completely vacated The Protectorate, many lives were lost but many more could have been.
Wengryn knew they could not stay at the Outpost for more than one day, the Tradesmen would come for them. She helped tend to the wounded and poured drinks for the those who survived. Where would they go? To her knowledge the waterways were still blocked because of Gunther. Some how, some way, they were going to make it back to Asgarn. She just knew it.
She fell asleep that night in her husband's arms dreaming of their home town and the family they would have there.