(I'm waiting patiently to be approved to be able to jump into this all head first. Unfortunately, my desire to roleplay is outweighing my patience. So I'm going to throw this in here for anyone to join up on and feel free to PM with questions. Once I am approved if someone wants to continue doing this in a more adult setting we can certainly do so. I hope you enjoy.)<br/><br/><br/>For centuries man has made a career of war and practiced it with ruthless intensity in the name of justice or for conquest and power. In between wars were small periods of what one would call peace. All that really was was a recollection of assets, recruitment, and preparation for the next one. In recent times it had been war after bloody war between two neighboring kingdoms of great power. Both considered being of equal strength and value which was why the two went at it head to head so often.<br/><br/>Nyris knew war all too well. He was also incredibly familiar with what he was looking at since he experienced it almost every single night. A reminder of when things took a turn for the worse and the real enemy showed itself. A time when for the first time man may actually band together against a common enemy. Being of the Order of Knights granted him no shortage of work and experience. Very few men knew the arcane arts and even fewer practiced the arcane and the physical talents of war. Despite having no real political allegiance to any kingdom of the known world he always found himself on one side or the other. Gold spoke volumes.<br/><br/>He took a deep breath and looked out over the view in front of him which was the aftermath of a day-long battle, pure carnage. The Kingdom of Rhydin and Turkon had been campaigning against one another, again, for months now. Bodies were littered everywhere from both sides all suffering death in some form or another. Whether by the blade, the arrow or from a load from a war machine the end result was all the same. This scene Nyris had seen many times and it wasn’t this particular view that troubled him.<br/><br/>As expected the ground began to rumble in a way that no one had experienced before. Nyris stood safely outside his pavilion but the fear was the same even though he’s been through this over and over. Those<em>things</em>came out of the ground like they had been there the entire time. Currently, there was no name for them other than the Wild. Insectoid like creatures something like a beetle but stood on two legs, with four arms and mandibles capable of consuming a man’s leg in seconds. They began<em>feasting</em>on everyone. The death screams of war Nyris had become accustomed to over his lifetime but hearing someone getting eaten alive was something he could barely stomach.<br/><br/>There were so many of them crawling over the battlefield feasting on every downed soldier that it looked like the ground itself was crawling. Panic filled the camp instantly as men began to pack up their things to retreat further back or just left their things where they were. The commotion called a stir in the insect horde and their attention turned from the battlefield to the very camp Nyris was in. The largest army of cavalry knights charging a camp couldn’t compare in noise volume and terror. The camp broke and every man was for himself.<br/><br/>Nyris woke in a cold sweat with his four-foot war sword in hand. It was pitch black inside his tent but he heard his squire stir and draw his weapon as well. There was silence between the two as Nyris’ chest heaved like he had been battling all day long. He remembered very clearly the fear, the loss of hope, seeing others eaten right around him and the desperation of the situation. The very<em>sound</em>of it made his bones shake. It had been ten months since barely surviving that day thanks to the incredible efforts of his most loved warhorse. Nyris was convinced that Goose was the only reason why he was still able to take a breath. Thoughts of his beloved horse went to the moment he heard when those things overran his horse.<br/><br/>He shivered deeply again as he covered the ground between his straw bed and the entrance of his tent. Outside he was greeted by the light of the full moon and smoldering embers of the large campsite. All he heard were the snores of tired soldiers and his visibility barely reached beyond the edge of the camp. The hairs on the back of his neck stood and his body coursed with adrenaline from the dream because it was just so damn real to him.<br/><br/>Since that horrific day, Nyris had been traveling across the Kingdom of Rhydin to bring back as many men to Rhydin Fortress as possible. Both kingdoms forgot about one another and huddled within their own boundaries to try and survive what had happened. Attacks were happening everywhere in areas less populated. Theories, stories, and legends were shared daily about how the Wild was retaking their land from man. Scholars and historians read and reread the old text to find any indication of these creatures. Nothing of insect-like humanoids but of creatures more fierce and gruesome. Many believed that this was just the beginning.<br/><br/>Nyris walked the paths between all the tents and sleeping men barefoot with his sword tip hanging low to the ground beside him. He kept telling himself he was safe and that there was nothing out there but he couldn’t convince himself that. He was shirtless and only wore simple cloth pants that hung loosely from his waist. His long, black hair lay messily over his shoulders and his icy blue eyes looked everywhere once, twice and three times just to make sure it was clear. The camp housed several hundred men and took Nyris nearly an hour to cover the entire thing - not just the perimeter but every pathway every nook and cranny of the camp. No man moved or woke as he passed by he essentially made no noise as he moved through camp.<br/><br/>Once he was satisfied there was nothing in the camp he braved beyond it to where the scouts should be. This took another hour as they were placed all around the camp at various places to be able to warn them of any potential threat. Every single scout reported nothing and he was elated to find out that none of them were asleep on their shift. This group he had spent the most amount of time with and he provided his own level of training and security to make sure that every single man made it back home safely.<br/><br/>By the time Nyris returned to the camp he guessed there weren’t many hours left before first light and he was exhausted. Mentally more than physically from having the same dream every night and doing exactly the same thing he did each time he woke up. Vincent, Nyris’ squire, was there to meet him with water and a towel.<br/><br/><strong>“Anythin’ cap’?”</strong>The young boy asked quietly while Nyris drained the water from the cup handed to him and then patted his face, neck, and body dry. They both stood at the south entrance to the camp where most of the wagons and animals were.<br/><br/><strong>“I can’t keep living like this and I am not the captain.”</strong>Nyris returned the empty cup and towel to Vincent with his thanks. There was an official commander of the small army by the name of Sir Marcus Hystad. Nyris was enlisted to provide support to the men and do what he could to ensure their safety. A Knight and well respected in his own right, these were not his men, at the end of the day he was no more than a hired mercenary. Just a very dangerous and effective one - against men - he was unsure of the Wild.<br/>