The Anti-Paladin, the Pugilist, the Kunoichi, and the Mage

The man in the black hood ate rice with his bare hands from a small clay bowl he carried with him, as the woman with the long, jet black hair and epicanthic folds combed her hair using a fine mirror and porcelain comb. The Star Knight grimaced, somewhat forlorn his legendary routing of the orcs would be shared with these fools instead of his fellow order of knights.

"Sir Pelliton, our lord has selected for us the most unusual of guests, but I trust his selection. With the magic provided to me by his grace's imperial wizard, I do not doubt our siege will succeed. The orcs will be crushed under heel like the head of the snake. Your praises will ring all over Gravesford."

The bald headed man smiled to his robed friend. "You have served me well, Curor, with you by my side even this odd band of misfits will not sully what I am doing here. Indeed, these swine will behold true glory and greatness soon enough."

Only five days march lay between the ruins of Rend, where the White Tusk Orcs had holed themselves up, and the army Pelliton now commanded. When he arrived he would slay the she-orc; finally cementing his name as legendary among all the lords of the land. He pulled his gauntlets from his hands, clenching his fists as dark, tainted energy swirled around them. Soon, the whole world's stage would know the greatest of the Knights of the Three Roses.