~Year 994
High King Turace Valder declares his intention to tarry in Fort Ardenurve indefinitely.
This results in a whirlwind of rumours circulating around the royal city of a discord brewing between the High King and the Lord of Ardenurve.
~The Royal Archives, History of Vallarta.
Myrina gazed down at a grinning Milan whilst her boot was frozen an inch above his face, just a short gap away from smashing his head into the snow.
"I survived five moves." General Milan announced, wiggling his brows in pride, Myrina chuckled quietly and retracted her leg, reaching a hand out to help him up to his feet.
"It took three moves to have you face down in the snow last time, you have improved." Myrina commended as Milan grasped her offered hand and she pulled him up to his feet.
