Let's war
The sky is heavy with dark storm clouds as the first rays of dawn break across the horizon. Golden sunlight cuts through the clouds, illuminating the vast battlefield and the towering fortress in the distance. At the highest point of a jagged black rock stands Kaela Stormborn, the Crimson Commander. Her long black warrior braids whip in the wind, decorated with bronze rings and crimson beads. Her amber eyes remain fixed on the enemy fortress. She wears battle-worn black steel armor engraved with crimson markings, reinforced leather, armored boots, and a long crimson cloak flowing behind her. Beside her stands Darian, her most trusted warrior and battlefield commander. Darian is a tall, heavily built man with deep brown skin, broad shoulders, and a powerful athletic frame. His short black hair is tightly braided along the sides, while the top is pulled back. A trimmed beard frames his stern face, and an old scar runs across his left cheek. He wears layered black-and-bronze armor over dark leather, a crimson sash around his waist, heavy armored boots, and a weathered cloak hanging from one shoulder. A large battle axe rests across his back, while a sword hangs at his side. Darian looks toward the army below. Thousands of warriors stand ready, their weapons raised and crimson banners snapping violently in the wind. He turns toward Kaela. "They're waiting for your command." Kaela slowly raises Stormfang, her massive black-steel sword catching the morning light. "Then let them hear it." Darian steps forward and draws his sword. Kaela looks over the army. For a moment, the battlefield becomes completely silent. Then she lowers her sword toward the fortress. "Today, we do not march as soldiers." Darian raises his weapon beside her. "We march as one." A thunderous roar erupts from the warriors below. Kaela steps from the rock first. Darian follows directly beside her. Together, they lead the army toward the battlefield, their crimson cloaks sweeping through the wind as thousands of warriors charge behind them. The enemy fortress towers ahead through the storm. Kaela grips Stormfang. Darian tightens his hold on his sword. Neither looks back. The war has begun.
