The Forgotten Kingdom

Going east across the sea to the gryphon kingdom and then north east from there one will find a storm so powerful some of the best flyers and sailors in equestria and the gryphon kingdom have ben killed by it.

It is on the other side of this unnatural storm on the southern cliffs of a land called the kingdom of man by outsiders but the inhabitants call it Rige Mand a man stood looking at this storm the man is in his early twenties with a thin face short brown hair and a goatee.

he all ways liked looking at the storm on the horizon dreaming of enacting the vengeance his ancestor's swore on a land called equestria it is then that he herd a noise behind him he turned around to see his older brother Angus who said in a Irish accent "that blood and brains is not going to disappear by magic" looking down he sees that his brigandine and the mail under it is covered in blood from the raid they did just two hours ago "come on Conall I thaut  you looked after your kit better I hope your sword is in better shape" conall not having a tongue walked towards a rock with his gothic style helmet on top of it and lent against it was his grosmasa he picked it up and showed the gleaming blade to his brother.

Conall s' older brother looked like him but had more facial hair and a smaller nose.

At that moment a man with a mail shirt and a nasal helmet sprinted up the hill wen he arrived he quickly said "my lords count tarbh s' men have been spotted coming from the west"

"is everything ready" angus asked

"aye the men know what to do" the man at arms said

angus nodded and looked back at conall and "well about time get the bastard!" and presided to walk down the hill clanking in his gothic style plate armour conall sighed and walked over to the rock with his helmet and put it on adjusting the chin strap and walking down the hill.