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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Archon Basileus" data-source="post: 7159510" data-attributes="member: 6855545">MORGRYM/MARIUSMarius is able to leave the mass of clashing soldiers without difficulty. Around him, the floor trembles, and two horn blasts rise far behind him. The horsemen charge! Three more to the south, and he hears the conjoint cries of war coming from the dwarven infantry. Dust rises beyond the archers as they get the clash from the riders. The sphere still protects the monk, leaving behind a path of fallen, calcinated reptilians. Confused, they no longer know who do they fight.As Marius approaches the cover, he sees the struggling creatures under attack by both Morgrym and Arvana. Still, as the trio prepares to slay the restrained enemies, a new charge of the blending beasts comes from the north, barely discernible, in utter silence. The trio can see their outlines though, being able to prepare their maneuvers before the clash![Ok, new wave arriving from the north in two rounds – numbers unknown - Marius reaches the meeting point this round – He was running, right? – and you can attack on the next].“Hell’s mouth’s open tonight!” - Arvana yells, finishing the wounded enemy with a second arrow, right in the eye. “More from the north. Can’t tell how many!”HAGADARKAfter stopping and feeding, the shaman leads his kin once more into the fray. As they scout ahead, the sounds of battle become closer, more familiar. The towers are battered by the weight of soldiers and beasts alike, but they resist. The horns of war are an old, familiar sound for the shaman’s ears: dwarven soldiers. As he marches, a line of troops becomes apparent, following the stream to engross the already numerous number of men at the feet of the northern tower, at the pass. Among scarce lights he sees reptilian soldiers of all sorts, heavily armed, carrying the banners of a black horned dragon against purple. The sounds of the drums commanded them forward, into the siege that rapidly became an open fight between serpents and dwarves for the tower. “Dwarven riders against reptilians” – the gasping scouts report. “Three to one against the dwarves. The path is taken, but we might go across, if need be, through the south tower’s shadow.” – the scouts looked up. “It… doesn’t look good. We counted seven flying beasts… Five others going west.” – they wait for Hagadark’s decision. [MENTION=24380]Neurotic[/MENTION] [MENTION=6801311]KahlessNestor[/MENTION] [MENTION=87106]MetaVoid[/MENTION]</blockquote>

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