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Legend
These two short stories detail two excerpts from the 'off-screen' additional battle-lines to the east and west of the main line at the Battle of Eldpoint! I strongly encourage anyone who hasn't yet to take jump in the current campaign, it's filled with many memorable moments so far.
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In the East
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The fighting had been rather light, especially compared to what they could hear in the distance. War-drums, and a strange crimson fog that hung in the valley before the line. They heard trebuchets swing, ballistae bolts fly, and yet, other than a few flying imps with flaming rocks headed their way, their line had been quiet. Their crossbowmen had itchy fingers, their own ballista crew sweltering under the sun and without adrenaline to keep them going.
All they could do was watch the fog slowly approach, masking their foes. The ever-too-calm Captain Gorwin had stood with his arms crossed for at least ten minutes as the small group quickly handled any who tried to flank around. The fog before them was driving the group mad, being forced to stand while they had no idea what approached them, silence overtaking the small band of guardsmen.
"Whit dae yer elf eyes see Gorwin? Cause ah see fahckin' flying buggers!"
The apt dwarf, Ruvan Kegheart, squinted beside the captain, as the pair just barely made out a group of flying figures, plumes of fire emerging from their mouths and engulfing the towers closest to them on the main defensive line.
"For once I think you're on t'something, milord."
The dwarf was quick, and he made his way over to the pair of ballistae their line had. Gorwin's gaze fixed on the flying creatures, he exclaimed his doubts: "They're a league away, there's no way we're going to hit anywhere near that!" His words fell on deaf ears, as the dwarf was already explaining to the guards the plan. He hopped up on the rigging of the ballista, fixing his eyes on the figures in the fog.
"Aye so left... no, left. Mah left! Whit di- och for fuck sakes, give it here."
The elf captain's gaze rubber-banded between the ballistae and the figures. "You've got it- loose!"
The wood creaking as the weapons were adjusted, two bolts soared through the air. The captain and dwarf alike joined in a collective held breath as the great bolts soared through the air, sailing into the crimson fog and disappearing. A precious couple seconds passed, until one of the figures seemed stunned in place, shortly joined by the second, both figures falling to the fog-covered ground.
Disbelief washed over the crew, and with a smile a foot wide, the dwarf watched the hit.
"AIYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEH!"