Kill Storm King at all costs!

Kemeson sat on the huge throne as he stared at the seven Kings of Kermes alongside their generals who knelt before him in reverence. The hall was quiet for a while and when Kemeson's anger had eased slightly did he direct his gaze towards a red robed youth who was part of the crowd.

"Rise Grimblehawk. Deliver the battle report." He said coldly.

A youth who had spiky long grey hair alongside grey pupils that resembled a hawk stood up. He looked no more than 13 years old and he had a childishness to his voice. Wherever his gaze passed, there seemed to be an invisible wave that permeated the surroundings. 

"As you command, Lord Kemeson," he bowed.