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Chapter 19

“And though in the past the races of Glienor have all had their disagreements and conflicts, we now stand together, as one, and we alone have the might to challenge the tyranny of Zamorack. This day we draw our swords and string our bows so that our children may be free to do so in their time. And now we march, for death and honour!” the King of Varrock shouted from hastily erected podium in the parade square. Before him stood the complete army of the Alliance, standing ready to march to battle. The men arrayed before him in battalions and squadrons cheered, all of them feeling the adrenaline pump through their veins, and were eager to see battle.

It had taken over five hours for all the factions of the army to form up that morning. Elves now stood next to dwarves, who stood next to men; all of them united by one common goal. All told there were over 50,000 men, elves, and dwarves standing the square.

Gul’dan stood on the podium with the Kings and other high ranking officials. Seeing all the men standing in the parade square he felt a sudden sorrow, for he and everyone else here knew that many would not be returning, and that even more would not be returning whole. At the same time Gul’dan felt a surge of pride, for it was he that had united the free races of Glienor during their time of need. The other Kings said a few words, and then a lone drummer at the back of the army began a solemn, steady beat.

The army moved forward, appearing like a flood through the city streets. From the windows along the sides of the streets they marched upon people wished them luck, many of them weeping. Gul’dan saw Maly*tryx and Berillynthranox, the acolyte from the temple, standing together in one of the windows, steely looks upon their faces.

As the army reached the gates of the fortress the men stationed upon the walls to watch for the army of Zamorack turned and saluted their comrades.

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The army marched on in silence, the beating of the drum the most audible noise in the entirety of the fortress. At the head of the army marched the Kings and their generals, along with Gul’dan. Behind them stood the Holy Order of Paladins, resplendent in their white armour. Marching to their rear was the first, third and fourth battalions of the Army of Varrock and behind them was the Royal Ardougnian Guard. Behind them marched the Army of the Dwarves, and behind them was the Army of the High Elves. Bringing up the rear was the Ardougnian Army, whose numbers were swelled by the second and fifth battalions of the Army of Varrock. The elven rangers stood on the walls of the fortress, but the elven magi walked with their army. Behind the army came the artillery, massive ballistae, and catapults, ready to rain death upon the enemy.

The army marched slowly but steadily across the fields, and when they reached the river they all stopped to look on the ruins of the Guthixian temple. The men saluted, then after a moment they continued on, crossing the river on a platform of magic brought into existence by the elven magi. By midday the army stood before Gornakhan, under an unearthly cloud that now covered the fortress, and much of the land behind it. Every member of the army knew that in a few moments they would face a force many times their size, and that they were the only hope for the free races of Glienor.

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Chapter 20

The army stood before Gornakhan in complete silence, even the drummer had ceased beating his drum. For five minutes they stood there, arrayed impressively before the mighty fortress of Gornakhan. Gul’dan stood in silence next to the Kings, who stared up at the fortress. The Elven King raised his hand and shouted one word in elvish. The men who operated the ballistæ and catapults began the slow winching of the arms and limbs until they stood ready to be armed. Another word from the Elven King sent the men to the ammunition supplies to retrieve their ammunition. Such were the rocks that the catapults would throw it took three men to carry it to the catapult and ease it into position. Massive arrows were loaded into the ballistæ. Another word from the Elven King and pitch was poured over the arrows and rocks, and they were ignited. The final order from the King was uttered, and five hundred catapults and ballistæ were fired simultaneously.

The burning rocks and arrows struck the fortress, and large sections of the towers were torn from the fortress and sent flying downwards. Fires were ignited within the inner courtyards, and it appeared that the Alliance had inflicted significant damage against the Zamorackian forces. The catapults and ballistæ were reloaded and fired again, to similar results.

The drummer began his slow beat again, and the army began its slow march towards Gornakhan. The army reached the enemy walls, where it halted again. Gul’dan, surprised at the seeming lack of resistance, cautioned his King. Looking thoughtful, the King of Varrock alerted the others to Gul’dan’s worries. Word was sent back for an elven mage, who arrived promptly. “Shar airs air?” he asked

"Si cestal air shykor. Shi shos o sai mia si toria, eil mi shar si eisi iar sai,” the Elven King said quickly and fluidly.

“Baesia shaer, air mar shi pyli,” the mage answered.

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“What are they saying?” Gul’dan asked his King, who knew something of the elegant tongue.

“He is to scry the fortress and see what is happening inside it,” the King answered. The mage’s eyes gained a strange white hue as he uttered the words of magic that would allow him to see where his eyes could not.

After several minutes his eyes returned to their natural state and he turned again to the Elven King "Si shar ailodi si kari. Saes osaes eisi sai eiras shael shi eisi eir si kari. Saes tandrai cali vaedasaer ei sar thys iar ai shaeloli,” the mage said.

"They have trapped the gate, and they're waiting for us to attack," the King of Varrock said to all who couldn't understand the elegant tongue.

“Baesia shaer. Byrn shi mar jhaer saes mi sar shi eisi eilar oli maer eindaer,” the King said. “Shael Ai koli si osaes, shyrt saes karaer eidsi.”

"When the King says the word, his mage will blow down the gates," the King translated.

“Baesia shaer,” the mage said. After a moment the King uttered a single syllable, and the mage turned to the gates. Raising his hands the mage chanted “Ast kiranann kair Gardurm Soth-arn/Suh kali Jalaran!” Lightning bolts flickered from his fingers and struck the fortress gates with horrific force.

The gates were shattered, and the concussive blast knocked the blocks of stone around them out of position, almost threatening to collapse the entire gateway. From within the gateway there was a stirring, and then the forces of Zamorack came to do battle.

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