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It had been five years since the battle of the Sapphire City. The brave Elvish Paladin's fought off these five Knights who for some reason only sought to destroy the capital! They were believe to have all been either killed or captured but that was not the case, Kinzoku the leader of the Eldritch Knights sat in a tavern in the small town of North Port. A brisk wind chilled the town but Kinzoku wasn't cold, he was an elf and elves didn't really feel temperature changes unless the change was extreme. Back in that battle five years ago what really happened was that the five of them barely escaped but each person lost their weapons. Kinzoku lost his Sword, Rogers lost his Gun, Cathorine lost her Staff, and well thinking back he forgot the other two weapons but that was besides the point!

"Another glass of water please," Kinzoku said, he was waiting her for the other Eldritch Knights, he had sent out a letter inviting them here to the Old Ale Inn to discuss the last five years and how the group should move forward but it wasn't certain they each got their letter or that they were even alive after five years.

"Dammit, Dammit, Dammit...can't believe I don't have my staff" Cathorine talked to herself as she wondered through the cold frigged tundra mountains, back to her home, the Ice Fortress. She chuckled and continued "At least it doesn't affect my magic, well not by a lot, just can't do my ridiculous kind though" as she looked at her hand. She soon approached the large castle structure and headed for her throne. She sat on her icy throne, sad of the lost of her staff.

Rro sat alone in a cell chained to the floor, a letter fluttered down and he opened it with his feet. "So Kinzo wants to see us again... I guess it is time for me to get out of here." The chains fell and Rro looked up, I'll need my Rain Maker back, I'm not much without my enchanted revolver." He looked at the bars and grabbed them, bending away from himself he stepped out. "Northport here I come."

'It all seemed to happen so fast' Bohtimbhar thought, his head buried deep into the cold wet grass after a terrible stumble. Truly, how terribly abrupt and rude it felt to be suddenly ripped from the battlefield through means of magic (or what Bohtimbhar had concluded that the fault was at least). Slowly lifting himself and his heavy gothic armour away from the many knives of grass, the oblivious Knight-King sat slumped on a nearby rock; his blank eyes gazed widely across the fields in disorientation, completely blind to his whereabouts. Even with his quick High Elvish mind, it was very difficult to comprehend the many hills and fields that stretched on because, quite frankly, they all seemed so alien. It was very apparent that this area was not the former field of battle where Bohtimbhar and his host had just fought.

He wanted to believe this was just a lucid dream, but such delusions were debunked when Bohtimbhar felt a strong gust of wind that made his spine shiver. Although Bohtimbhar was indeed an Elf, his upbringing under the hot sun of his homeland had made him weak to the cold weather of the mortal lands. He placed his mithril clad hands over his visor in utter disbelief, not to mention a slight bit of pent-up fury that began to boil as the questions of 'What is this place?', 'Where am I?' and 'How did I get here?' filled his head with no definitive answer. Just an hour ago, Bohtimbhar was leading his men into a glorious charge against a broken cadre of fleeing necromancers. Bohtimbhar had just commanded an army that would give their lives for his cause. An army of thousands, gone... Vanished in an instant. The 'Silver King' was alone.

It did not take long for the delirious Elf to notice a small town in the distance across the fields, it's origins seemed foreign and unusual. It appeared to be of Human make, but Bohtimbhar could not help but keep cautious about this strange land. Bohtimbhar tugged the hoster of his long, ornate blade, making sure the sword was hung across his side tightly. It seemed whatever spell that had pulled him here was merciful enough to let the Elf keep his sword. With little else to lose, the lonely king got up to his feet and began to travel steadily toward the town in the distance, livid at his dire loss as the strong wind made him stumble, and completely ignorant of the events that were soon to unfold.

"Welcome King Bo, your the first to arrive," Kinzoku said once the silver King arrived in the old tavern. "We're still waiting on the human zombie and the ice cube..." The Eldritch King pointed to the bar tender, "Eldritch King, Silver King, Ice Queen, and the King of Theives, doesn't matter what the Sapphire Reach does next we will get our Revenge this time around..." He was being vague for a reason, anyone could be listening, but sooner or later Kinzoku was gonna burst and just shout it down the streets. How the Sapphire Council invited the four of them in and all at once attacked, how dare they do that to their greatest Knights. So what if the four Eldritch Knights were too strong, the council had no right to dishonor them like that. "Our escape from the Sapphire City was just the beginning, we destroyed a lot on our way out but we were just getting started... This time we are going for their heads aren't we Bo!"

Cathorine sat on her icy throne, sulking over the lost of her staff and looking at her empty court. "It's gloomy and sad since there's no one here" she said to her self looking around. "I wonder how the others are holding up" she questioned as she blabbered on about the extreme boredom. "Well if they need me they know where to find...do they know where to find me?"she thought to herself not remembering telling them the location of the Ice Fortress. "I remember kinzoku telling us to meet up if something happened, but I can't remember...OH I remember it was kind of tavern" she remembered. She got irritated all of sudden "But he never told me the name!!!" She yelled at top of her lungs as it echoed throughout the court room. She chuckled and said "I guess that makes us even, he tell me the name of the tavern nor do I remember telling about my ice fortress"
"I need to start investigating and the whereabouts of my staff,but where though" she thought to herself looking up at the ceiling of the court admiring the ice chandeliers.

Rro stepped out of the prison, a shallow river of red poured down the steps I front of him, "perhaps I over did it..." Rogers shrugged and walked down the steps and a few hours journey by boat lead him to the Icy fortress of Cathorine, taking on her snow guards with ease he slammed his foot into the front door shattering the ice into millions of tiny pieces, "ready to go Frosty? Kinzoku must be expecting us by now..."

Cathorine jumped as she saw her door get shattered into pieces. She instantly recognized who it was and yelled angrily "ROGER! Have you not heard of knocking" She also saw her dead guards and got even more mad st him saying "Why did you kill my guards?! I can't make more without my staff you, damn pirate! Plus how the hell do you know where Kinzoku is, its not like he told us anyway? After she got what she wanted to say she slouched back into her throne and sighed, rubbing her head.