Storm clouds gather as if a warning of ominous things to come.  Low spawns in normally high hunting areas have brought many a hunter to the depths of scavenger.   Even dungeons where enemies seldom meet have become a common meeting area.  DAGR and Navy now forced to share space in peace for a common goal.   These heated tensions shalt most assuredly come to an explosive altercation soon.

   As the day wore on the feeling of disaster still hung heavy in the air as a wet blanket on a cold night.   A meeting of forces in Despise took an "accidental" turn when the Admiral's area damage took Buds Shadow to the grave.  The smug look on Roland's face was quite dispersed when several other DAGR's appeared to aid their fallen comrade.   The disgraced Naval officer's despair was brought to an even lower depth when his Commodore cornered him in Shame (how appropriate) to arrest Roland for high treason.

   "Admiral Roland Martin, you are being arrested for fraternization with the enemy, and treason you  will remain in jail until such time as the officers of the USN can hold a Trial."

    The stealthed Greyylene snuck back to the Lighthouse jail hiding in her usual corner to hear any other reports of jest or rouse.   The Admiral looked quite downtrodden and distraught at the thought of having to stand trial by his peers and those below him in rank.  Pacing and looking quite exhausted he was unaware of the presence watching his misery. Time will soon tell the fate of our valiant Admiral Roland Martin, yet the feeling of a dark destiny yet looms in the air.