Sir. Dante’ Moore was a kings knight, captain of the army of joslavia. The night before the fight in kar, Sir. Dante Moore stood on the steps of the castle.

The night was clear and the sky was black as the fur of a cat . The stars were shining as bright as jewels, the air was crisp and clean and in the villiage you could smell soot of metal shapening.

He held his head down and drew his sword and kneeled before the statue of War. He called out to its name and claim the victory in Kar.

Morining came and the fog was thick as leather, the horns sounded and preperation for war was under way. Sir. Dante’ Moore road his white stallion dress in black leather and metal formed and shape by the finest of smiths. He call to his army and announce victory in Kar.

Swords drawn and the dust behind them they rush the wall in Kar. Men fighting and falling to their death, as horses jump over their bodies. It was a fierce fight and hard, lives loss and blood running high, the loss was heavy..