Battle of Allies
Darkness and rain grew heavier. Fire retreated in the cover of coal and ash. Shattering of rain drops were the only sound to be heard, but none could sleep.
Occasional thunder cracked through the forest and spoke of evil omens. After many minutes passed Rowran asked- “Have you ever been to Somanor?”
“Somanor” repeated Shaflon, as Rowran’s inquisitive gaze rested on Shaflon. “It used to be a wonderful city. Home to most virtues men, rock solid warriors, and amazing craftsmen. I visited it when Rune was proclaimed king after demise of his father Samaner. He invited a council for unification of armies of Men. Five of the seven heeded the call, but rest descended under the command of Shadows. It was silence before the storm.
I was in Somanor when allied forces bowed to unite against the rising darkness of Arzamanor.
I was there when the preparation began and swords were forged. The dark attacked the fort of Lamaranier. We had warning and were prepared as an army of tens of thousands of goblins and wolverines drummed and marched to the fort.
I stood next to the king on the tallest tower. They stormed the fort like water on rock. Many goblins were killed and victory seemed imminent. The howl of wolverines filled the night and blood drained down the river Nior.
Then came the shudder that shook the mighty fort and gigantic figures appeared at the horizon. There was dust in the air and a pungent smell that fumed the air and did not wash away for days to come.
Maroth, dark creatures feed by Dark Shadows. Giant teeth stuck out behind their trunks. Feet made for stammering the force, Trunk made for thrashing, and ramming the gates. Nothing could bring them down. They moved through force as thunderbolt through forest. It broke through seven gates, till it reached Dara’hanu, gate to the keep.
Then, something happened that no one expected. Something that changed the history forever.
An army of Elves marched down the forest of Vardac. Surrounded nasty goblins, fierce wolverines and rampage Manroth from all sides and slew all that stood and brought down the gigantic creatures to ground. Each crashed with a giant thug and earth shook beneath our legs. Black blood burnt the ground. No one retreated, no one survived. The defeat sent Dark Forces back to where they belong, but now once again they are coming, more than ever, and are more power which cannot be ignored.
The silent bond of friendship that once existed among men and elves is now poisoned by disbelief, that never grow weak and Dark Lord is taking advantage of it once more.”
Since the ‘Battle of Allies’ Dark Forces have not engaged in open warfare, but the power across the Stream of Mogard has grown stronger. Every night humans and elves are being slain, no place is safe.”
There was silence after the words that both feared to break. The rain grew harder and tiredness forced Rowran in a deep slumber.”
Darkness and rain grew heavier. Fire retreated in the cover of coal and ash. Shattering of rain drops were the only sound to be heard, but none could sleep.
Occasional thunder cracked through the forest and spoke of evil omens. After many minutes passed Rowran asked- “Have you ever been to Somanor?”
“Somanor” repeated Shaflon, as Rowran’s inquisitive gaze rested on Shaflon. “It used to be a wonderful city. Home to most virtues men, rock solid warriors, and amazing craftsmen. I visited it when Rune was proclaimed king after demise of his father Samaner. He invited a council for unification of armies of Men. Five of the seven heeded the call, but rest descended under the command of Shadows. It was silence before the storm.
I was in Somanor when allied forces bowed to unite against the rising darkness of Arzamanor.
I was there when the preparation began and swords were forged. The dark attacked the fort of Lamaranier. We had warning and were prepared as an army of tens of thousands of goblins and wolverines drummed and marched to the fort.
I stood next to the king on the tallest tower. They stormed the fort like water on rock. Many goblins were killed and victory seemed imminent. The howl of wolverines filled the night and blood drained down the river Nior.
Then came the shudder that shook the mighty fort and gigantic figures appeared at the horizon. There was dust in the air and a pungent smell that fumed the air and did not wash away for days to come.
Maroth, dark creatures feed by Dark Shadows. Giant teeth stuck out behind their trunks. Feet made for stammering the force, Trunk made for thrashing, and ramming the gates. Nothing could bring them down. They moved through force as thunderbolt through forest. It broke through seven gates, till it reached Dara’hanu, gate to the keep.
Then, something happened that no one expected. Something that changed the history forever.
An army of Elves marched down the forest of Vardac. Surrounded nasty goblins, fierce wolverines and rampage Manroth from all sides and slew all that stood and brought down the gigantic creatures to ground. Each crashed with a giant thug and earth shook beneath our legs. Black blood burnt the ground. No one retreated, no one survived. The defeat sent Dark Forces back to where they belong, but now once again they are coming, more than ever, and are more power which cannot be ignored.
The silent bond of friendship that once existed among men and elves is now poisoned by disbelief, that never grow weak and Dark Lord is taking advantage of it once more.”
Since the ‘Battle of Allies’ Dark Forces have not engaged in open warfare, but the power across the Stream of Mogard has grown stronger. Every night humans and elves are being slain, no place is safe.”
There was silence after the words that both feared to break. The rain grew harder and tiredness forced Rowran in a deep slumber.”
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