<div align="center"><strong>Kaven<br/>Port city of Kavenburg</strong><br/>(http://tenby.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/13th-century-tenby.jpg)</div><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/Ss7-hires.jpg)</div>Volrath greatest weakness was his lack of a navy and men to navigate and control those ships. He was young when Cormac's rule was declared by a decree of blood. The young man from Walburq, Nordmark, witnessed in horror as a storm of black steel an arcing blood trampled through his homeland. Volrath at the time was a young peacefule man with a knack and future as a metal smith, forger of tools and weapons to till the land. He was captured and fled within the chaos, leaving him with nothing. Over they years he saw the land turn under Cormac's rule, fear blanketed it and forged him to the man he became later in life. He was no freedom fighter, all he cared for was revenge. To tear the head from the "immortal" one and stick it on a pike for all his followers to see.<br/><br/>He became a wanderer, traveling tribe by tribe and asking for support which others were afraid to commit. Most could tolerate the taxation and conscription but few came under his banner. Hidden men loyal to him, everywhere they went there were those who opposed the tyranny of Cormac  but there was never enough to make a direct assault. The goal was his stronghold, but without ships he would never get to even see the shores. In the last ten years he had gathered a small force, nothing large as constant fighting had forged them into the most ruthless fighters this side of the world had ever seen. The young either flew or were added to the body count, but all shared the same goal, to be free of Cormac and take righteous vengeance. As his subjects suffered, the army of Cormac grew fat, most of those stationed in the outer villages spent half their time drinking and gorging on food until they would need to have their armor reforged to fit them once more. There was those who were the best and most feared withing the King's ranks, but Volrath had many movements and revolts planned to draw the enemy away.<br/><br/>Volrath planning to take Kavenburg was a long process, he had to take the city as smoothly as possible. Scouts and communication was the first thing he needed to control. The last of the season's taxes had been taken away and as tempting as it was to take that away from Cormac, he resisted. The city had a reserve to survive the winter and if done properly they would take the city with minimal effort. Volrath's last movement was far to the east, people could sleep safe, blissfully unaware that the veteran warbringer was actually hiding in the hills with his men waiting to infiltrate and conquer. The aged man sent a prayer to the assassin he had sent to dispatch the king, hoping it would cause him to recall his main armies from the central lands to guard the cities round his capitol. A few days, weeks or months would be advantageous. With the coming of winter, it would also slow down communication and if Cormac was as brilliant a tactician as he was a fighter, then he would not foolishly push an army when the roads slicked with ice and its upkeep became far more burdensome on his coffers. In that time, in those winter months he would take those ships and use them to take to the seas in the coming Spring.<br/><br/>If all went as planned he would keep the port and prepare for the siege that would follow once Cormac's learned that a port city had fallen. By then he wanted to have more men within his ranks and the shipyards to prepare a fleet to begin plundering and taking port cities to grow. All he needed to do now was wait for night time and keep an eye out for that glint in the west guard tower. The people of Kavenburg would either bow down to Volrath or die by his axe...<br/>The irony was not lost on him, but nothing would stop him. NOTHING!