Thunderous was the sound that rolled over the plains. A sound that belonged to ten well bred horses. These ten well bred horses were ridden by ten elite Knights; Knights that were led by one legendary captain; Captain Mordis Charr. She was a woman of great stature and was well respected throughout all of Tryne. Her great exploits were second best only to her charisma. She had a way with people, a natural born leader. Her combat skills were equally as impressive as her intelligence and knowledge being that she spent as much time in the library as she did training her sword. Few could outwit her, and non could match her swordplay. She was crafty, keen, quick and decisive. But the importance of this mission tested her very soul.<br/><br/>Adepts were from beyond the world of Tryne. Much like the creatures Lezarr has been summoning over the past months, these Adepts possessed abilities; abilities that were thought could only be performed by sorcerers and even then they couldn't compete with the rumored efficiency of the Adepts. He mind ran rampant with the possibilities; were they truly powerful? More than the council? Can they defeat Lezarr? More importantly, would they even bother? Mordis shook her head and pressed her horse to go faster whole he knights followed in tow. They're shiny white armor sparkled and clanked rhythmically as they rode towards the Adepts.<br/><br/>"It wont be long now...." Mordis thought to herself.<br/><br/>***Near the Forrest of Woe***<br/><br/>Grumbling, huffing, puffing and snarling. These creatures Lezarr has released, charged with finding these beings who have not been officially summoned by their master, were gaining ground fast. Their humanoid bodies but animal-like reflexes, agility and stamina were more than enough to keep up their good pace on foot. They ducked and hopped over dead trees and large boulders. They climbed and descended sheer cliffs with ease. They were efficient hunters with razorlike claws and fangs, long snouts and ears for picking up scents and noises from hundreds of yards, all granted them good time in catching up to their target. The scent of the Adepts was growing stronger, as was the smell of metal and horses.<br/><br/>The leader of the pack made a silent gesture and the rest picked up their pace immediately. Their large pawed feet made every step silent but their powerful goat-like legs carried them swiftly through the thick foliage. It was just a matter of time....