The Legend of Sol, Morgan, and Titan: Preparations

There was much to be done, if they were going to march north to try and meet this new threat: the soldiers would need to be marshaled, allies would need to be called upon, and equipment prepared. But Sol had already seen to much of this, and even sent scouts ahead to find out what they could about the enemy.
All they had received so far were strange messages, and impossible claims from the few survivors: things like how the mere presence of these creatures had been enough to kill. But Sol did not believe that such powerful evil could exist: there was always a root, a cause, a trick to the power of the foe: there was nothing in the world so powerful that it could kill by presence alone.
Titan was less sure: he felt a great malignancy in the earth, and heard mother nature crying out that she had been infected, poisoned. And the stars and night spoke of great and terrible evils to Morgan, but with the sweet distraction of love swaddling her mind, it became harder and harder to pay attention to these complex signals, and instead only revel in the tenderness and warmth of her paladin. Her paladin, who was always so kind and warmhearted and loving, and told her again and again that he would be by her side, fighting by her and her siblings, ready to do anything and everything it took to help defend their proud nation from the fury of these unknown and vile beasts.
Sol disliked the way Morgan's attention was lured away by her paladin lover, but what she did enjoy was being able to make good use of the templar's connections to his order. He was young, but noble and of growing renown, an officer who was steadily proving himself, and had been granted privileges inside his order: privileges and promises that Sol used to her advantage, calling in favors and urging on the holy knights towards defending their nation, their faith, and most of all, their pride.
The baron was uneasy, but at the same time, relieved: after all, the fact that Sol was raising an army of her own to take north meant that his own army would be able to concentrate on defending him and his territory. He recognized how dangerous Sol was as a leader, even more than as a warrior, but he also recognized that these three heroes were no threat to him so long as there were evils to be vanquished, and he continued to offer his aid freely: perhaps this was why he was glad to not only provide the carriages and transports that Sol asked for, but in fact offered a contingent of his own servants and soldiers to escort them.
It was an offer that Sol gladly accepted: and so, along with her siblings, and an army composed mainly of templars and holy knights, Sol began the long journey towards the edge of the Gray Mountains... a place where, for the first time in her life, she would come to understand the meaning of fear.