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Post by Kalor on Mar 27, 2008 22:19:19 GMT -5
Timos and his dog, Zann, were walking along the coast of Kalor, fifty miles south of Seahall, chasing crabs and seagulls when Zann stopped and looked to the sea, growling. "What's it boy?" Timos asked looking out to the horizon. He noticed a bunch of sticks on the horizon. They began to grow. Sails became apparent. "Ships!" The young Timos cried, but whose? He ran home to tell his Pa.
Thirty minutes later, General Al'Sathos of the Elven Expeditionary Force, looked over his assembling forces on the beachhead. Ranks of elven mages and half-elven footmen marched along the beach. Behind him a small house burned, the two inhabitants an old man and a young boy lay dead, and the mutt run off. He chuckled. The Elves had returned to Kalor...
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Post by Kalor on Apr 22, 2008 20:02:39 GMT -5
The elven army marched on Seahall, their ranks flowed over the dunes like water over rocks, their dark pennants and sigils marking their numbers as the walls of Seahall drew near the remaining human men quaked. The militia was gone, the army gone, leaving only a few ex-soldiers and knights, farmboys with scythes and bows. Nevertheless the men of Seahall would defend their home.
Al'Sathos looked over the army he had brought, and then looked to the powerful walls of Seahall. The human males expected no quarter, none would be given. He could almost taste the flesh of the human women on his tongue. He shuddered at the though. Yes, this was going to be a most excellent campaign...
This invasion once again proving that even with Raphanendeal's hatred of Fabian, evil always helps the Conclave of Darkness....
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