A new world

He watches with pride as his men, loyal men, march through the portal into the new world. Sadly enough he couldn't take too many, not only would both Repanse and Alberic be taking their personal armies with them, but all of them had to leave sizable portions of their troops behind to keep guarding the sanctuary both while this war was ongoing and in case that they failed to have some reserves to continue its defence. So instead of taking an army in the thousands, there would only be slightly more than fourhundred and sixty marching through. Still, these were men that had stood by his side fighting, some untill the end of the world that had only gone through the portals at Altdorf when the Lady left the old world for the final time to return to Haven instead, though most having been those that were brought into the portals as wounded being carried along by the civilian refugees, and even some that had been recruited and trained in Haven, before having to fight for years to keep it safe.

Now those of the men that were wounded have long since healed and are ready for another round of fighting, in the hopes of taking out Chaos once and for all. While those trained in Haven were filled with a fury to retake the home of their youth, and lastly but certainly not least the men that had fought by his side till Altdorf all are filled with a desire for vengeance for a world they saw ripped apart right before their eyes.

As they march through the portal, out into a field near Couronne the front most ranks, made up out of one the Knights errant groups quickly disperses and starts scouting the surroundings while the others continue marching to let the remainder exit as well. After the last of the men march out, he gives one last look at the place he had now called home for many years now, before shaking his head and following his men. Now was not the time for doubts and regrets, now was the time to fight and to reclaim their homeland.

He follows behind his men, on foot for once with a saddlebag slung over his shoulder, somewhat less than statestique in look, the Lady had said that issue would be resolved shortly after exiting the portal. He looks at the metallic rectangular object slight poking out of one side of those saddlebags, that had been claimed to allow him to directly communicate with both his subjects and the leaders of any faction he had previously met. Apparently the Paladin that would join them here knew how to use it, and would teach him the basics.

As he moves his gaze back to his men, he can see them move from the thin long formations required to go through the portal unimpeded into more proper marching columns, he hears a familiar screech. He turns in the direction of the sound of the Hippogryph and is shocked by the sight of his beloved mount, Beaquis, that had died in battle on the world gone by, being led into their direction by an unknown Paladin. Allison walked up to join him as they walked up to the man.

As they did so however, the man also took off his helmet, and after looking for a moment, Louens realised he looked highly familiar... that brown hair colour and style, the shape of his face... he almost looked like an older version of his former squire...

Then as they and the man closed in on eachother he was stunned for a moment, before smiling. The amber and green mixed eye colour put any doubts he had to rest, that man was an older version of his former squire, Jacques. Re-united with two old friends, that was a good start of this campaign.

As they near Beaquis has had enough of calm and waiting, instead rushing forward to meet him, stopping just in front of him and preening to show off his body, once again in its prime. Louen chuckles and pets his beak and head "It is good to see you again as well my friend."

This continues for a bit before he turns to Jacques, seeing him kneeling "My lord it is good to see you again, my apologies for failing to get to you fast enough to assist..."

Before he can continue, Louen grabs him by the arms, pulls him to his feet and gives him a hug for a few moments before separating and giving him a look up and down "None of that was your fault, you did everything anyone could have ever asked of you, far more than that in fact. You fought till the bitter end and died slaying two daemons of the Unclean one. Few men can claim to have done so on their own like you did. But how are you here now?"

Jacques gets a small smile on his face "Well sire, after I died I felt the Unclean reach out to try grabbing my soul, however the Lady managed to push both mine and the souls of those that had died nearby towards another world, where I was reborn into a kind family, though sadly they were on the older side and died before I got here. Over the years I regained memories, and got interested in a game that reminded me of those flashes of memories, which then brought back more of them." He shakes his head after reminscing for a moment before he continues.

"Eventually I played the game warhammer total war 3, which is the same one that the chaos spawn apparently like, and after some time I got an offer from the lady herself to come back here to fight by your side once more and to assist you with the laptop and how to use it to manage your kingdom, which I took almost immediately."

With Laptop Louen assumed he referred to the mechanical device he had been wondering about a few minutes ago, but that is for later, as he hears the trample of hooves of a galloping horse rushing towards them. As he turns, he can see it is a knight errant, who brings his horse to a halt in front of him "Sire, an undead horde is approaching from the west. In size it roughly matches our numbers, what are your orders?"