The War in the Highland
It begins

"The war is going to begin soon, my lord," Etherond said quietly. "The land of Alco is being surrounded by the Daemons. We need to have the king's command."
He stood in the middle of a gigantic throne room lined with trophy elk and moose heads mounted on the walls. A large red carpet with runes around the outside of the rug covered the entire room. Fires burned behind the royal throne and shone a bright light all around the chamber. The king sat thinking on his plan of action.
"Excuse me sire, but if you remember we have one of the greatest armies in the world." His war chief said politely from beside his throne. "We could fight anyone and win."
"Yes well at a great loss to my people, now I'm not willing to kill so many innocent citizens. Unless of course the castle was directly attacked in which case we would have to use all our force." The king said. He started thinking again about what he would do about Alco.
"The men you sent as scouts have returned." Phoenix said concerned. "Ethe's main capital has been burnt to the ground by an unknown force. Also glacier rock has been abandoned so the people of that tribe may have been responsible for the attack."
"Ethe's capital? It cannot be!" The king half-yelled. "They were our number one reinforcement team. What news from the western continent?"
"Phoenix still ranes king of Rodon, even though so many people have tried to usurp the thrown. And Rix has lost a great battle with the tribe of Akton."
"Things don't look good for us," The king despaired. "Now leave my chamber I need to think."
"Yes." Etherond and the rest of the assembly said together.

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Etherond walked into the castle library looking to pass time. He scanned the shelf looking for something he hadn't read. Not finding anything on the monstrous first shelf, he moved to another, then another. Finally he came to a grey dusty book he had never seen before. War and Warlocks was the title in gold lettering that looked like a dull yellow under the thick layer of dust.
He pulled it from the shelf and studied it. It looked as though it had never been touched before. The layer of dust came from sitting still and there wasn't a mark on it. He opened to the first page and read quickly.

The art of the warlocks is something that is never much used, even though it can be of upmost importance in battle. The following pages tell the technique used by wizards and warlocks alike. Black and White magic, Good and Evil, Elements of all sorts. But turn on only if you really think that you can be so disciplined, as to learn the arts of warlocks across time.

He looked up and around the library, it seemed to have gone deathly quiet.

"Etherond, you have been summoned to the council." A strange and deep voice whispered.