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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 1216916" data-attributes="member: 8222"> BlaughtThe Scout had not returned, overdue by a half an hour. Then a second had failed to show...Blaught was considering going out himself when one of the Lads thundered up, his Worg panting heavily,exhausted.Catching his breath, the Goblin belted out ' Giant! There is a Giant among them! Huge,Boss, green and tossin' lightnin!' I barely made it out alive. he's close, like he kin ride the Winds or somethin...not 5 minutes out.The Elves, they have some form of Obscuring magic...ya can't see em till there right on top of ya...'Vespazian was perhaps 20 minutes away at a hard pace. If what the Scout (Rukag) said was accurate, there could be Elves that had slipped past their screen...curses for not having a Wizard. Where was that damned Song Speaker!?! His Magic could help...What to do, what to do?**********************************************************Vespazian had set his troops in optimal position, storng shock forces, the Muragar Ogres ready with maul and blade, Archers on high ground, Hobgoblins ready to rush forward, the Behir kept as a suprise for the Enemy...What had happened?The Elves had descended from the  blasted Sky in a storm!!! Dozens of them, on Giant Hawks, tossing flaming bombs amongst the Myrachian troops.Trus, chariots and horse had come down the pass, but the infantry had come right behind, far quicker than they should have, as if by magic themselves.three minutes later, there were dead on all sides, the Hobs having the sense of Order to turn the Hawk Riders into pincushions for the most part, though there were two or three of the dozen that had harrassed his Troops still winging away up there. Visibility was poor, with foggy air and an almost Supernatural silence, as if the whole place were on the edge of the Sea...With the sounds of battle all about, Vespazian spots a figure step from the gloom. An Elf dressed in greys and black, a pair of short swords held ready.'Captain...' he says, at once a greeting and a challenge.His blades glisten  with mist and the occassional spark of enchantment. With a sudden start, he moves in.InitiativeVespazian 26Elf 25<Gods, what rolls...>the Elf is 15' from you...</blockquote>

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