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Allies

Batik surveyed the scene. He looked to his left flank and saw a small force of gold and white  warriors, obviously those of the treacherous elves. Their steeds prancing in   anticipation to the upcoming battle, their war machines lined across their   lines as he espied what could only be their fabled sword masters, masters of   combat, second only to the Dwarfs, or so legend would tell. Batik winced as he saw the small size of their force, wondering to himself  why they were this far North, so distant from their homeland. He turned and  looked to his right flank and saw an impressive array of humans. Mounted warriors and Ogres, and even the human’s pitiful attempt at cannons and  thunderers. Batik was inclined to let them have at each other when he espied a strange sight in the human ranks. A black robed figure seem to be ducking   in and out of the human forces, one minute here the next over there. A   strange realisation seemed to dawn on Batik as he watched, and full awareness of the situation dawned as the sight of bone and the stench of  death reached him. He turned to Korliss who stood close by with a questioning look, " Well  can’t be having an uneven fight now can we?" he asked his second, "and  besides, they be elves. They be more likely to trip over and impale  themselves before they hurt the undead!"

 *****

 Allarion was amazed.

Not only had the Dwarfs marched over to his side, they had turned and were  now holding key positions in his line. Not only did arrow after arrow arch  across to the enemy but salvo after salvo ripped through the enemies ranks  from the Dwarf warriors. They stood dauntless in the face of attack, and  Allarion was impressed, not that he would ever admit that to them or their  leader, although there were no words spoken between the two wary races, only  a nod between himself and the Dwarf leader. As the enemy had ranked up, fear had risen up in his forces until the   strange Dwarfs started what could only have been a ritual. Each and every   Dwarf warrior started to bang armour and shield with their weapons. Axes and   hammers banged against metal armour as the Dwarfs looked on grimly at the   enemy. A rhythm formed as they banged and soon his own warriors were   repeating the action their fear quelled and their anger being fuelled as the humans and undead marched forward. Quicker and quicker the beating became,  and Allarion was amazed at the heightened moral which was caused. No longer  were his warriors afraid but were now in fever pitch to confront their foe. Still the beat quickened, amazing Allarion at the subtlety of the music  within the beat. And then at it’s crescendo the Dwarfs let forth their fury with his Elven warriors close behind as they all let loose their rain of missiles. A unit  of human knights and several Ogres fell under the aerial onslaught as the  enemy stilled seemed to roll on. Allarion motioned to his right where he had  positioned a unit of brother spearmen and one of two chariots to roll  forward and hold that flank. And he looked to the left where his Knights and  other chariot had already moved into position. Allarion watched in amazement  as he saw the strange Dwarf contraption take flight and fly forward on the left flank. Allarion’s own brother, Travilass had set forth his own great eagles on a   mission only Travilass would be aware of, and would no undoubtedly help the   battle. Allarion watched as the humans continued to roll forward their lines sightly diminished as missile after missile still hurt their ranks. He felt  the crackle of magic as saw his brother seem to chant quietly but aloud, and the strange tingle faded quickly. He watched in amazement as his brother  gathered together what he called the winds of magic and a flaming phoenix  crashed into a unit of knights which were riding towards them. Allarion reasserted his attention as the human knights rushed forward charging into his force of sword masters the finest warriors in the world, besting even the Dwarfs that aided him.

 *****

 Batik ducked under the sword blow and rolled across his opponent’s line of   sight then struck out slicing deep into the creature’s leg and the vampire   cried out in pain as Batik’s axe bit deep, causing a serious wound. The creature looked on with hate filled eyes at the fast Dwarf warrior with the  shining axe, it rose and transformed into a large bat and hovered for a  second, "you may have won this battle dwarf, but you are marked and soon I  will come and repay you for this defeat" the bat said in clear words, and  with that it took off and flew from the battle field. Several shots from the hunderers followed the creature but they seemed to bounce from the creature’s hide as it fled. Batik wiped his brow with the back of his  gauntleted hand and readied himself to battle the undead knights that had crashed into his force, but as he turned he watched as the undead creatures   seemed to tremble then crumble to the ground soon becoming dust and being blown in the wind. Batik surveyed the rest of the field, and watched as the humans seemed to   have lost their nerve as their allies crumbled before them and they fled the field. Batik watched as Drobill killed a human wizard as he attempted to  flee, and then harried the humans off to the distance. Batik turned to find  the noble Elf general, the elves had surprised him in holding, and they had so far not stabbed him or his Dwarfs in the back with their usual treachery.  It was then that Batik saw the Elven magician cradling the form of the noble Elf general in his arms, his face distraught and tears flowing down his face. The rest of the Elves looked grim as they gathered together their fallen comrades. Batik turned again to the north and motioned for Korliss his second to come forward. Korliss pressed forward, The Nufankor banner still clutched in his   grasp, in his other glove he held the book of grudges. "tell the others to be moving out Korliss, we have places to be," he looked on at the grieving  Elves as they mourned their losses, "besides I have been here in their  position before, and I be knowing where we are not wanted." Korliss moved the forces again to the north in search of Karak Vuln, as Batik started his  writing again.

 Barry