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Chapter 25

“We can*t fight this many goblins at once!” Galaphile shouted above the din of the battle. To his right Gul’dan was fighting off a goblin; exhaustion evident on his face. Galaphile too was beginning to feel the day’s fighting wear on him, but he was a much more experienced fighter than Gul’dan and so tired at a much slower rate. Turning, he deftly decapitated the goblin fighting Gul’dan and called out to one of his magi.

The mage appeared nigh on instantaneously, and after receiving his orders from his king put his hands on Gul’dan’s back and after uttering a few words Gul’dan felt energy flow into his exhausted limbs. Gul’dan turned to thank the mage but before he said anything he saw the goblin behind the mage bring his wicked blade down and slice the mage from shoulder to hip. The mage turned and from his hands poured terrible power, and the goblin was destroyed. “There’s nothing that can be done for him,” Galaphile said softly.

Turning quickly he met the falling blade of a goblin, but before he could deliver the fatal blow a sword sprouted from the goblin’s chest. “Just returning the favour,” Gul’dan said before turning to fight he seemingly unending tide of goblins.

To Gul’dan’s right the King of Varrock fought back to back with the Dwarven King, Ârrochon. The goblins fell back before their furious onslaught, but where one was cut down two more appeared to take its place. The kings’ part slowly began to push forward, but all around them their forces continued to be pushed back. “They plan to sunder us from the group and take us out!” Ârrochon shouted. The other kings and Gul’dan looked around and saw that they were almost completely surrounded by goblins now.

Galaphile looked around desperately, searching for some way out of the trap. Sighing he closed his eyes and put his left hand forward, his sword arm hanging limply by his side.

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“Naur an edraith ammen,” he said softly but strongly, with an air of power that startled those around him. From his hand leapt tongues of flame that exploded as they struck their goblin targets. The fire quickly grew until over fourscore and ten goblins were alight. Taking advantage of the distraction this had caused among the goblins the kings’ party quickly retreated back to the frontlines of the army of the alliance and once again began their furious onslaught against the goblins.

A few minutes later one of the elven archmagi appeared next to Galaphile. “We have defeated all of the goblin shamans, though our casualties were heavy,” he said sombrely.

“Very good,” said Galaphile, “Though I am sorry to hear so many had to die. Is there some other unholy might aiding these beasts, or will your magic work to destroy them in bulk now?”

“There is no other protecting for these goblins, these naithaewens, from our might,” the archmage said slowly.

“Good,” said Ârrochon from the side, “Then give us some help!”

“Very well,” the archmage said, a slight smile appearing on his lips at the impatience of the dwarf. Raising his hands he incanted “Dúath no prestannen!” Bolts of light flickered from his outstretch fingers, striking and destroying goblins. Goblins fell in their dozens before him and a harsh light was in his eyes as his spells blasted forth from his fingers, hatred for the goblins evident in his every word in the language of magic.

From all across the battlefield the magic of the elves could be seen blasting goblins apart with terrible force. And now with a singular purpose the army of the alliance began their inexorable march through the goblins, their blades flashing with the light of hundreds of spells, and the goblin host was broken.

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Chapter 26

Baragûr, Edlenmin and Maly*tryx followed the guard swiftly down the tower and into the central courtyard of the castle. It was here where the dwarves estimated the Zamorackians would break through. On the battlements all around the courtyard elven rangers stood at attention, ready to defend this fortress with their lives. Besides the elven rangers the only other military force in the fortress was the sixth battalion of the Varrockian Army.

Created in the event of an attack upon Varrock they were the youngest of the battalions, and as of yet had not had a true chance to prove themselves to their comrades in the other battalions. For many of them this would be their first battle. However, despite their lack of experience in actual battles the members of the sixth battalion, nicknamed the Darts for their love of ranged weapons, had been rigorously trained in how to use buildings and other things you’d find in a city to their advantage.

The Darts were positioned on the rooftops surrounding the courtyard, all of which were the roofs to chambers in the castle, and so many were as high as one hundred feet up from the courtyard. It appeared to many that the Zamorackians had picked the worst place to enter the fortress, as the only way out of the courtyard was directly through the castle, but others argued that there was surely a reason for this choice; that it was not chosen at random and it was all planned by Zamorackians for this to be the place they would surface for one reason or another.

When they arrived at the square the guard ran back to his post inside the castle. All of the guards, who were independent from the armies stationed in the fortress, were stationed inside the castle in the off chance that the Zamorackians penetrated the massive doors. Those of the Darts with particular skill with melee weapons were positioned inside the castle, but on the whole everyone felt they were woefully unprepared for this attack.

30-Jul-2007 20:54:52

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Within the courtyard there was a massive fire, slowly heating a gargantuan steel pot. Next to the fire was a roped off area: the exact place, where, by the dwarfs* expert reckoning, where the Zamorackians would re-enter the sunlit world. Three men stood next to the pot, two of them holding large steel rods, and the other was obviously a mage. Talking to them was the commander of the Darts, a tall man by the name of Hador. Resplendent in his shining steel armour and red plumed helmet he was every inch the man that all the tales of the Darts spoke of: ferocious in battle, a man who knew every strategy every used by defenders of a tow, and a man who had killed more goblins than most men have ever seen. Seeing Baragûr and the men enter the square he came over to them to ascertain where they would be best positioned.

After a minute of rapid debate it was decided that they would be best positioned inside the castle itself. The elves and Darts hoped to be able to hold back the majority of the force within the courtyard, but they were unsure whether or not this would be possible. Hador accompanied them into their position, as he would be fighting inside the castle too, as he was far more formidable two feet away from you than twenty. At twenty feet you couldn’t see his numerous battle scars, his piercing grey eyes or the hundreds of notches on his sword: one for each goblin he’d killed. However at two feet you could see all this and more.

Once they were in position a great blast rang out from the courtyard, and each man knew instinctively that the Zamorackians would in moments be swarming out of the new hole in the courtyard in their hundreds. Each man stood tense, wondering silently how long they had before they’d be fighting for their lives against Zamorack’s creatures in what would be the first full scale battle ever fought inside of the fortress.

30-Jul-2007 20:55:09

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