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Aelerien surveyed his army preparing itself and turned to look at his wife and children. Although he knew that all of them were capable fighters, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"What's wrong dear?" asked his wife, Lirileliel.
"Oh nothing..." he replied, shrugging his shoulders, "I just don't want any of you getting hurt."
"Come on dad," groaned Rineliel, "It's not like its our first battle!"
This was accompanied by a loud whoop from Thiasen and a solemn nod from Kylowas.
As Aelerien gazed at his family, he realized they were right.
"Alright," he said seriously, "Let's discuss tactics. According to the information provided to us by Rineliel's Shadow Walkers..."
At this Rineliel chose to stick her tongue out at Thiasen.
"As I was saying," Aelerien said reproachfully, "We are about to face our hated enemy, the Dark Elves. We will stay on the defensive. Our Mages, that's you Lirileliel, Kylowas, and Thiasen, our Archers, and our Bolt Throwers will deploy on the hill. Flanking the hill, we will have the Great Eagles Tyrilriel and Rilinian. Deployed in front of the hill will be our, going from the middle out, will be our Swordmasters accompanied by me, one unit of Spearmen on both sides of the swordmasters, and one unit of Silver Helms on either side of the Spearmen. Finally, Rineliel's unit of Shadow Warriors will deploy in those woods over there," he said as he pointed out every unit's position.
A great shout came up from behind the family. Turning around, Aelerien could see dark shapes coming over the horizon. In his calm, yet commanding voice he said, "All units take positions. Let's see if we can't drive these Dark Elf scum out of our homeland."
These words of selfless pride gave heart to the army, infusing them with courage.
"See you guy's later," Rineliel said as she waved at the three mages on the hill, "It'll all be over before you know it. We are going to totally destroy them."
Kylowas only nodded as his mother smiled and his brother whooped, again.
"Well commander," said a seductive voice, "What do you command?"
"I want these High Elves eradicated, destroyed, crushed, decimated," sneered Tyrasnnil. "It is here that I will begin my conquest of Ulthuan, and it is from here that I will dispose of that wretched Witch King and his mother!"
"As you please," said Aroryn, "But, don't forget our bargain."
As Tyrasnnil looked at the sorceress, he couldn't help but smile.
"Never worry, my dear," he said. "I will make you queen when I am king of the world."
Aroryn walked out of the tent, smiling to herself.
"Prepare the army," she said to one of her Witch Elves. "I want all of the High Elves dead."
According to the information they had received, the army was large, and was led by a Sorceress and two of her apprentices. However, Kylowas knew in his heart that they would win.
Mother he said telepathically Which of the eight Winds are you planning to tap into?
I shall not be using the Winds this time dear she replied. I shall be using the sacred High Magic.
In that case I shall use Shyish, the Wind of Death he thought.
And I'm gonna use Ghyran, the Wind of Life interjected Thiasen.
Meanwhile, Aelerien was giving his men a pep talk, to ease their fears and bolster their courage.
"We must drive the Dark Elves out of our sacred lands, before they defile the sacred groves of our ancestors," he bellowed. "These Dark Elves will show no mercy. They are ruthless. I do not expect any of you to show mercy in return!"
The elves bowed their heads in prayer to Isha, and readied themselves for the coming onslaught.
The Dark Elf army surged forward, a stream of corsairs and warriors flanked by Witch Elves and Cold One Knights. Aroryn started chanting, and the Archers could feel their arms grow numb, but Kylowas muttered a few words in the true tongue, and the Archers could feel the warmth seep back into their arms. A stream of arrows clouded the sky, but they were too far away to hit the High Elf front line.
The High Elf army steeled itself, waiting for the inevitable onslaught. Lirileliel wove her hands through the air, and the air around one of the units of Dark Elf Warriors began to shimmer. The High Elf Archers nocked their bows, and let their arrows fly, drawing first blood. Kylowas bowed his head and a dark hand emerged from his persona, flying towards the Warriors. However, just as it was about to hit, Aroryn waved her hand, and the spell disipated. Thiasen's eyes glowed green and he started floating as the wind around the hill started to pick up. Though one of Aroryn's apprentices tried to block the spell, she failed, and the wind around the hill continued.
The Dark Elf Warriors were slowly approaching the High Elves' troops front lines. Aroryn chanted, and a bolt of pure darkness shot out from her being, heading for the unit of Swordmasters. Desperate to keep her husband from harm, Lirileliel gestured with her hands, and the spell disappeared. One of Aroryn's apprentices started chanting, and once again, the Archers felt their arms grow numb as the wind around them froze, but Thiasen's eyes glowed purple and the spell stopped. The foul harpies surrounding the Dark Elf army seemed to grow only louder as approached the High Elves.
Lirileliel realized that it was time to go on the offensive. She signaled with her hands, and white scented flames erupted around the Cold One Knights. However, none of the Cold One Knights paid the flames any heed. Eager to finish what his mother had started, Kylowas nodded, and black winds howled around the Knights, and though there were attempts to dispell them, these attempts failed. Some of the Knights fell from their mounts screaming in pain, while their mounts roared in anguish. The Great Eagles Tyrilriel and Rilinian took to the skies, eager to engage the Harpies. Arrows flew through the air, piercing more Warriors, while the Repeater Bolt Throwers targeted a barrage of bolts at the Witch Elves. The High Elves looked on calmly as two of the Witch Elves fell.
The Dark Elf Warriors were finally close enough to charge the Spearmen, swinging their spears in deadly arcs. A number of the Spearmen fell, but they fought back, eager to protect their homeland, killing many Warriors. The frenzied Witch Elves charged the Swordmasters as Lirileliel watched hopelessly on. Though the Swordmasters evaded many attacks, one was cut down by the Witches' poisoned blades. Not wanting anymore of his brethren to die, Aelerien challenged the Witch Elf champion to a duel. The Witch Elf sneered in agreement, and the two units made way for the two opponents. Meanwhile, the flames around the Cold One Knights had grown hotter, and in fear and pain, they panicked and started fleeing.
"Well brother, it sure is nice to see you again," scoffed Maranael, the Witch Elf.
"I wish the feeling was reciprocated," Aelerien replied disdainfully.
With that, the two fighters inched towards each other, each one sizing the other one up. With a shout, Maranael charged, but Aelerien merely stepped to the side, avoiding her attack.
"Why don't you come and face me you coward," she spat.
Aelerien said nothing as Maranael charged again. This time, he parried her attack with his massive Great Sword. As their blades interlocked, the two combatants weaved a dance of steel death. The onlookers could only stare, with stunned expressions on their face. Back and forth their attack went, with neither one seeming to gain the upper hand. Suddenly, Aelerien's sword was up against her throat. She looked at his face with fear in her eyes.
"I'm sorry," he whispered as he decapitated her.
Without a leader, the Witch Elves recoiled and fled from the pursuing Swordmasters. They were caught, and the entire unit was destroyed under the gleaming silver of their swords. It was then that the Shadow Warriors seemed to appear out of nowhere from behind the enemy army. This confused the Dark Elves even more. Seeing that she had no choice, Aroryn killed her apprentices and fled back to camp, trying to get away from the screams of her slaughtered comrades.
Aroryn returned to camp breathless and panting. As she walked into Tyrasnnil's tent, she was met by an unexpected sight.
"Hello my dear," he said, pointing the crossbow at her chest.
"Tyrasnnil, what are you doing?" she cried out in desparation, her eyes round with fright, her heart beating.
"The Witch King does not like traitors," was all he said before he pulled the trigger.
In the end, every Dark Elf was killed, but as Rineliel walked around the hill around which the Sorceresses had been stationed, she was surprised to see the apprentices killed by a dagger.
"Hey Thiasen, come over her a sec," she said, waving him over. "Don't these wounds look strange."
"Well, duh," he said, "Nobody in our army uses daggers. By the way, have you seen their commander?"
"Now that you mention it, I haven't seen her since my unit emerge from hiding," she replied thoughtfully. "Let's gather the rest of the family and see what happened at their camp."
Eventually, the family was reunited, and they walked towards the camp, Rineliel having explained on the way. When they got there, they entered the largest tent, everyone on their guard. However, they soon learned that they had nothing to fear, as they saw the corpse of Aroryn with a crossbow bolt sticking out of her chest and the word TRAITOR written in blood.
So was another attempted invasion of Ulthuan repulsed by the stout High Elves.
So...tell me what you guys think...:yes:
Last edited by greek_dude; November 19th, 2005 at 02:01.
You are to be commended for putting time and effort into such an article. However, I am confused as to whether this is meant to be a battle report or a fluff article. The addition of horizontal lines serves to detract from the overall flow of the story, flitting from scene to scene and leaving the reader behind, and each paragraph of the battle seemed to primarily deal with one army at a time.
In addition to that, a lot of the actions by the Elves sound - well, undignified. Correct me if I am wrong (I don't collect High Elves or anything), but I was under the impression that Elves were graceful beings with fluid speech. As such, "whooping" and "tongue-poking" sound sort of odd when combined with Elves.
Furthermore, I highly doubt any High Elf would say "sorry" to any Dark Elf, not matter what the circumstance might be. Personally, I would have capitalised on the hatred between the High Elves and Dark Elves.
Finally, whilst the battle was quite well detailed, it was definitely one-sided. Perhaps (providng this wasn't a battle report) if the Dark Elves had the upper hand at first, it may have generated a lot more suspension in the story. In any case, the High Elves are a dying race with enemies hemming in on them from all quarters.
Hopefully you will find this useful in the composition of future stories.
Yeah...I can see why you might be confused...basically, this is a background story on the High Elf Army I am collecting (characters, units, etc.) The whole point of the tongue poking and whooping is to illustrate the immaturity of the two younger siblings, which contrasts with their older brother.
The reason (and I definitely should have mentioned it in the fluff) that Aelerien apologizes is that the witch elf is his sister, tainted by Slannesh. I thought that the subtle hints provided by the lines, "Nice to see you again," would have been sufficient hints that he knew her from before (this shall be edited). He really doesn't want to kill her, but he sees that he has no choice. It is apparent to me that I should have made this more obvious.
The reason this might seem one sided is because I don't collect Dark Elves. I know the names of the units, and that is about it. I do see what you mean, and in later stories, maybe I will put more thought into the enemy army.
I guess what I was trying to do with the lines was to divide the story into sections, so that it didn't coagulate into a blur of words. I was trying to break the monotony.
Thanks for your comments!!!
doesnt really give any clue about your army other than they are a family fighting together.
it would have been nice to know how and why one of their sisters ended up as a witch elf
or just something to hint about their past.
as schmeage says, it sounds more like a battle report but nonetheless it was a nice story.
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