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Anathir peered from the balcony of his Caledorian palace, his keen eyes piercing the fog that lay over the land as the first rays of the day peeked over the mountains in the east. Caledor; the land of his forefathers, lay before him. Nothing did he hold more dearer to himself then this land, where many elves' blood was shed defending their pride, future generations, and way of life. The palace bell was sounded, announcing the breaking of the fast. Even as he turned to leave, the Lord noticed a far away beast flying at speed over the northern mountains; a Great Eagle of the noble race of old, and a single elf. Anathir recognized him as Calarion, a noble from the nearby lands. After no less then 3 minutes, the eagle and his rider landed outside the palace. Anathir was already waiting there. The tidings that Calarion brought were not of a trivial matter as Anathir had hoped, but instead, news of great importance. 'Caledor is under attack!' 'Sound the bells!' 'Assemble the army!' The enemy is approaching at great speed.
The Elven host waited impatiently. On the other side of the hill was the enemy, foul creatures that dared threaten the peace and sacredness of Ulthuan. Lord Anathir gazed over his troops, not with impatience, but with the sad knowledge that many would not live to walk among laurelin and niphredil flowers in the plains of Caledor. Tall and proud stood the army of Caledor, countless nobles with gleaming silver helms, the fabled dragon princes riding humble elven steeds, chariots from tiranoc, and eagles from the mountains. Beside him stood the Commander Calarion and the Archmage from his palace, Biel'tan. Anathir mounted his steed, and with a nod to his standard bearer Elranon, cried a word of command to his host, and spurred his horse over the hill. More in appearance to a spirit then a mortal, the Lord Anathir, Commander of Caledor led his brothers and sons down the slope in a glorious charge, heedless to the fear and terror of battle and protected by the heirlooms of his house. 'For Caledor!' 'For Ulthuan!'
~Inar'welinoreva~ 2nd Army of Western Ulthuan
Anathir, Commander, Steed, Barding, Heavy Armor, Shield, Lance, Guardian Pheonix, Helm of Fortune
Biel'tan, Lvl4 Archmage, Steed, Ring of Fury, Silver Wand, 3 Scrolls
Calarion, Commander, Great Eagle, Enchanted Shield, Heavy Armor, Lance, Reaver Bow
Elranon, Commander, BSB, Steed, Barding, Heavy Armor, Battle Banner
9 Silverhelms wStandard, Champ + Banner of Ellyrion
6 Dragon Princes, Full Command, Banner of Sorcery, Amulet of PF
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