((Because we are at twenty pages already and I myself have maybe posted 7- 10 times -______- I am going to fast track the terra wyrm to a later time. Since the battle was seemed to be mocked by the majority of people.))
Witnessing firsthand the destruction of his small, but peaceful city of Vellus - Rudolf was positively fuming at the collar. Smoke filled the sky like never before when attacked, and he knew immediately that it was not the monsters who had caused such utter carnage.
"Alvo, take some of our men and whomever else is in the area and comb the city for the trouble makers. Until now, we have never seen such reckless abandon here in my streets!" The biggest of Trinity slapped his belly and laughed, then turned on his heel, grabbed the tiny knob on the door, jerked it open and left. "Celera. I want you to find out more about our visitors, all of them. And while you are at it, get me Ramados."
Celera, i her white dress, and light battle armor of sky blue, bowed her head slightly. "As you wish, my master. And what of Lanselot, I wonder?"
Rudolf turned to her from his staring at the city, then turned to a small stand holding a on it a bottle of wine and two cups. He filled one cup with a deep purple wine, and drank it in one gulp. "Lanselot... There is no telling. Not yet. Just make sure he doesn't do anything foolish."
Again, she bowed, then left just as Alvo did.
"It seems nobody is trustworthy these days. Oh well... They'll learn their place." Rudolf filled his cup and drank again ,smiling.
His mace lifted and fell without prejudice. Over and over, the hapless monsters of the Great Barrier tested their primitive weapons and claws against the might of Tarkos, and his black iron that had survived a hundred battles; only to be crushed underfoot by his giants strength. Occasionally, he would see spot someone of note fighting not to far off and he would grin inwardly.
Tarkos, the black Knight, was in ages passed called the Herald of War. His presence came to signal the coming of battle, and he was always first to see the dawn, and last to be seen at its dusk. After each battle, Tarkos stood amongst the dead and basked in the presence of the fallen. And today, was no different. As lizardmen, goblins and wolves fled in defeat, or were quickly routed by soldiers and mercenaries; a faint red mist, barely visible rose off all the fallen - men and beast alike. "Odd."
As he watched this phenomenon, he swore to seeing a strange, glowing gilded figure appear and disappear over the battlefield. His instincts told him to raise his mace, but he was unable. "Halt, mighty warrior! Throw down your weapon, in the name of Rudolf Vindicton, Magistrate of Vellus! Your presence is requested!" Tarkos turned to see a large man in expensive iron armor with a shield that glowed an eery green. It occasionally pulsed slightly at the core, and emitted a soft ringing noise. The man's armor had a few gems forged into it at the heart, on the knuckles of his gauntlets, in his boar shaped helm with bladed tusks.
"Do you know who I am, Sir Piggy?" Tarkos barked, heaving his might mace and dropping it across his shoulder. His tower shield rested at his side comfortably.
The Knight, Alvo, shrugged. A number of Demacian soldiers, and Yordle snipers took up position around the two of them in the city streets. A moment later, Ramados made his presence known with some few of the Killer's. "You're a big, strong, intimidating warrior that's been causing all sorts of trouble with your toy mace. Well, you're in our town now and the rules are different then whatever rock you crawled out from beneath!"
Mighty as he was, Tarkos thought better of the current situation and lowered his mace but did not surrender it. He did after all, want to speak to the Magistrate. "Fine. The weapon stays with me though. Take me to your Magistrate, you little rat."
((All over Vellus soldiers and mercenaries are looking for those who took part in the battle.))