A Game of Flags

Chapter Seven: The War Is On

𝗗ays passed since the Solidarity left Lethien, and the Group of Donrules had encountered a few monsters and entities; a few had died, of course, but they still went on. As they planned to sabotage the Solidarity, although their numbers were running low.
During the search, Rago had found someone, about his size, eating what appeared to be pudding, he had a grey cloak around him, as he was munching on it, Rago then soon realized that he had found the Solidarity himself. So he followed them around, as they lurked through a few forests.
But then, he was caught by Evera, as he screamed; "AHHH, DONRULE! DONRULE!"
Rago took out his sword as he tried to shut Evera up, but Eli came out of nowhere, armed with dual-katanas, and started swinging at Rago, causing him to run away; it took him awhile to find his teammates, but when he did, he was scared; and he didn't wanna go on.
"I found them!" said he. "I found the Solidarity! Don't go near them! We have to go back!"
"What devilry did you do?" asked Bergorn. "What made you think we should not go on anymore."
"One of them saw me, so they started attacking me; there may be six of them, but as far as i am concerned, there is a Vylf, a Dwarf, a few Younglings, and Arathor the Fallen Heir himself."
"Arathor," said Bergorn, as he kneeled down to Rago, "did he see you?"
"No, luckily. I managed to escape, but you need to believe me. We have to go back, i overheard their conversations, Eli said something about starting war as they are spying on us, they're going back to Nazrule..."
Everyone stared at him.
"They're going to war!"
"Rago, you have to tell us what happened."
"Okay, so when i slowly crept back and i kept spying on them from the bushes, i overheard the Vylf and Arathor talking about the fire, most were asleep, but as they ate the porridge that Arathor most likely cooked, the Vylf mentioned a few things."

" 'Arathor, friend,' said the Vylf, 'there is worthy news you must hear.'
" 'Worthy?' asked he. 'What, did the Younglings find another boar?'
" 'Beyond that,' said the Vylf. 'We found some Donrules spying on us - luckily me and Evera held them off, they ran like a army of little dwarves!'
" 'I am offended!' said the Dwarf closely nearby.
" 'Apologies, good friend,' said the Vylf, as he turned to Arathor, 'Donrules are coming for us, what do you suggest?'
"Arathor gave it some thought. Before he finally said: 'We need to sail faster,' he said. 'They are coming from all circles, i say we warn the King, then we go to war!'
" 'The Necro Lord, or The Dark Lord, they refer to him as,' I murmured to myself. 'Many names, he is, i don't want to mention it.'
" 'Donrule thinks they are sneaky. I say they are asking for it! They know our troops are stronger, yet they still want to make a drama out of everything that has happened! Did forty thousand years not mean anything to them!'
"Arathor roared, along with the others. And then-"
Rago had fell to the ground, holding his head in pain, he could not say anymore.
"I have heard enough!" said Bergorn, as he turned to the others. "You heard him! Row back, quick! We need to warn the authorities - they could attack any moment now."

So the Team sailed back to Grandzam, as they informed the King Ferecorn, he didn't look too happy about it. But he also didn't look too sad about it, he had a smug look on his face as he laid on his throne.
"Well," he said grabbing his wine glass. "A toast to Donrule for being ABSOLUTE JOKES?"
"This is no joke!" said Bergorn. "Rago almost got killed, they are planning war. Call your troops!"
"Oh, for lords sake. I will!" said Ferecorn. "Can i not have a drink first?"
Bergorn nodded, as he turned to Rago. "You need rest, it will be dark times from this point. War is not easy."
"I know," said Rago, as he took out his small blade, with a determined look on his face. "I am ready!"
Ferecorn let out a cry of laughter as Bergorn glanced at him, before he turned back to Rago; "Don't listen to him, i think he has had a few," said Bergorn, "go. Get some rest."
Rago nodded, as he slowly walked out of the Dining Hall, as Bergorn turned to Ferecorn. "Are you proud of yourself?" he asked. "This group was a mistake, now there is war ahead of us."
"If i didn't plan the Solidarity they would be on Floor Seventy-five, scott free with their enhanced resources! Be glad i sent them back, Bergorn!"
"I know," said Bergorn, "strategically you can be wise, sometimes, that is. But if this goes overboard, it'll be open season on all of us."
Ferocorn scoffed, as Bergorn walked out of the Dining Hall, leaving the Depressed King alone, in a room with empty atmosphere.

Rago had ran up the stairs of the Citadel, as he snuck onto the Watchout Tower, as he grabbed the Magical Telescope and looked out the window, seeing the red stormy clouds ahead of him.
"The Red Clouds," said Rago, "something isn't right."
He zoomed in on the Magic Telescope, there he could see Nazrule Soldiers - maybe a few thousand miles away, but there was thousands of them; all on their horses, as they rode mountain to mountain, river to river, field to field, to get all the way to Grandzam, of course, they were a few gates ahead, they would most likely not arrive into morning, but it was still heart wrenching; knowing this could possibly be his last day.
"This is unbelievable.." said he, as he let go of the Magical Telescope, now everything looked normal; but it still didn't feel right, he didn't feel comfortable in the Citadel.
Suddenly he felt like he was gonna barf, as he barfed out on the deck, letting out a few coughs; before he ran down the stairs, out of the Citadel, and he rushed straight home.
He could not sleep that night.

Eight is soon!