Orcrist, the masterful blue-eyed stoat, surveyed his troops. Standing on the pinnacle of his mountaintop fortress, he looked north to the Northern Lights- that famous sight. Looking as far as he could in all directions, he saw no end to his kingdom. He ruled the Northern Lights. His kingdom encompassed every place they could be viewed from.
On the seaside of this mountain (for this fortress was in face a port as well), the lighthouse began to signal. Of course, the Armada of the Armarda clan arrived. They were his true brothers, if not in flesh than in spirit. He spun quickly, pulling up the collar of his cloak against the cool sea breeze. In a flash, he disappeared into the depths of his command center, ready to begin the brave fight of the Armarda.
Thats great, please right more and who does he fight?
Good work orcist, :-D