[Eyvind Redbeard]

The words of the poor people hit his heart like a hammer. Orcs...and Goblins...they had attacked defenseless people, hacking and burningt and killing as they went. So this was the feeling of hate. So this was what moved men forward in time of war, this hunger for justice, for revenge. It was time. Time for war. Slowly and still trying to gather himself from the images he had seen, the Vagaran walked away from the group, leaving whatever healers and soldiers he had brought with him from Darkblade to help them. The image of the little child pending from the father's arms didn't leave his mind. He thought of Rainn and what destiny the Orcs would save to her if they ever got their fealthy hands on her soft skin. Gritting his teeth he shook his head to get his mind clear.

The Commander of the Serpents climbed up a pike of crates and unsheathed his sword. Soldiers and common people from all of Taralon had come to the docks to see what was happening. The rumors of Peda's fall already spreading as wild fire in a field of chaff. They all gathered around him, looking at him, staring at him waiting for a reaction. And it came, from the depths of his lungs and with the passion of all his being it came.

"They burn our houses! They kill our people! Blood and Death! Blood and Death! To war! We march! TO WAR!!!"

The shouts of the soldiers and the people echoed through the docks and soon all the city knew it. The war had began and it would be brutal. It would be total war.