(Closed to Cerna WILL contain erotic content. Thank you. Continues after the events of: ~Theselak Forged~ )

One year later...

Theselak was booming.

The Undead quietly increased their numbers as the overall forces grew in power and influence.

Nosdyn was pacing back and forth that day, he was nervous.

That day on the exact year he had sent the letter to his friend and ally, Crux over in Stonevale, Cerna and Nosdyn were to wed officially.

Nosdyn wanted Crux himself to oversee the ceremonies and overall procedure of the wedding.

He was waiting for the arrival of his old friend Crux that day the journey from Stonevale was a few weeks on a hard ride.

He could see the horses already on their way after the fifth hour that day.

It was a Thursday...

Nosdyn and his ally, Crux had shared many letters and documents since that first letter.

The hot wind came in from the west. Nosdyn's clothing was rippling in the breeze. His eyes narrowed as he watched Crux's approach. His eyes started to dart around. They had enemies on two fronts, N'Jal had recently started to stir anew, and, that new enemy the orcish king named Aranor....

He was trying to be extra careful with Crux's safety...

He had his arms folded across his massive chest. He was waiting for Crux to arrive and his mate, Cerna, stood by his side. He held her closely and observed Crux's group of horses on the horizon....

They were almost there at that point.