WithoutSanctuary
"Go! The gates are collapsing. You must take them now." The queen yells as the gate walls crumble.
Sylvia takes the small baby boy from the Queen's hands. She looks at the Queen in quiet sorrow and then disappears into the Portal of Nations.
Next comes Nuada. He gently cradles the baby girl in his hand, bowing to the Queen and now arriving blood-stained King before disappearing into the Portal of Nations.
"What's going on out there?" The Queen asks, grasping her husband's hand.
He shakes his head, a tear cascading down his cheek, "I am sorry, my Queen. The gates of Aycelan have fallen."
The last of the gates give away and the army of Dyleguar advances on the King and Queen.
The rest of the army of Aycelan are slain on the battlefield, littering the air with the smell of defeat.
"Brother, I never thought I would able to overcome the army of Aycelan, but it seems as though I was mistaken," Lucius, the brother of the king, says riding in on a black ghost-like horse.
"Take them to the prison house, under the castle of Aycelan," Lucius yells, pointing to the King and Queen. An Orc lifts the late rulers up, haphazardly swinging them over his shoulders.
"Now, we should immediately rid Aycelan of it's filthy name and put Dyleguar in it's place. We have fought our way in, and now it is ours. Celebrate, my friends, because there is much to be done. Good day," Lucius walks off in the direction of the old rulers, his brother Ayron and his brother's wife Caeair.