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Date Posted: 10/27/04 6:15:48pm Wed
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's message, "Watching evermore" on 10/27/04 1:22:23pm Wed
The forgottens were not without friends, and this battle had grown long. Long enough for those friends to arrive, sections of earth that humans were standing on just sort of collapsed, and the sound of metal on metal was heard in the pits as surprised humans simply died.
The dwarven motto was, you see a good ale, good work, good play, and good fight. With dwarves, the last two often coincided. Dwarven troops all in dwarven plate, thick armor indeed, rushed up out of their tunnels, finally mobilized, and slammed into human troops like wrecking balls. Wrecking balls with axes.
Battlerager and Regular dwarven army alike, they came, some dwarves had remained behind to prevent the intervention of other underground dwellers, and made a mad dash for the gates, humans falling aside, slowly, as the dwarves tore through their ranks (the catapults carefully aimed elsewhere) and then, reaching Tyrsis and Aphrodite, they set of a formation, and begain a retreat, while other dwarves showed up in the city through entrances long disused (and easy to defend... very, very easy to defend) and quickly moved up into the gate towers, going to work with the kind of efficiency only dwarven engineers could, swiftly repairing fire damaged controls though human weapons rained... upwards... upon them, even still, the gates began moving again.
Now, the situation looked far less bleak for the forgottens, even as night began to fall. And with night, humans became blind. Dwarves did not, and it was they who would soon be the eyes for the catapults that rained constant death upon the human forces.
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