Snippet #1571963

Herrick, Interior

Oh bother. the dark elf heaved a mental sigh at the sheer monotony of his latest string of postings as he gave a passing griffon a heavy mental lash. The beast cried out in pain and plummeted towards the ground. By the grace of whatever being was watching over it however, the griffon's rider managed to snap it back into focus and right their flight before smashing into the pavement. Xeron smirked when he caught a flash of the rider's thoughts, an image of a feathery mass of blood and fleshy pulp that could have been them had they not pulled up. Returning to his duties, the psionic Silenced slowly returned to his vigil atop the besieged wall of Herrick.

The enemy had gotten reinforced by several hundred(a couple thousand more likely) soldiers of the Legion. Herrick could have withstood an onslaught from both sides for well over another month, ensuring that the Legion's forces would be too occupied to counter their attacks on the other two fronts. Sadly, the fools would not take no for an answer. Aerial units had been present among the ranks of the newcomers and they were being used to good effect. Most of the archers and more than half of the one-hundred silenced(and a few tonsfolk) magi were forced into cover or dead. Xeron was not one of them. The dark elf stood upon the edge of the wall, staring with his one un-stitched eye at the horde of legionnaires that were readying themselves for the initial charge.

Had magical thread not kept his mouth pressed into a tight line, Xeron would have grinned fiercely. She was there. His little dragonfly.

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Wrath's Camp

"Charge" Sid, standing atop the boney rump of land wyrm, yelled with magically augmented words and the entire force arrayed for the charge suddenly lurched forward. The rule: Move as fast as your slowest was in affect for this movement. The footsoldiers and vanguard units led the assault, followed by ranged units and then mounted units. Wrath was nowhere to be seen and most every soldier new to defer to Sid as their temporary leader at this point despite higher ranking officers being present. Sid took a steadying breath and whispered the words to one of the many scrolls she had stashed away for oddly specific situations. This stored spell did nothing visibly, but the halfling could now see as well as any deep human in the darkness.

"All ground units, activate your speed enchantments!" as one, the first wave burst forward and under any forthcoming projectiles and spells. A few of the soldiers in the back rows fell to enemy fire, but the number of casualties was negligible. Sid nodded as they finally slammed up against the walls and began erecting ladders. She smirked to herself when some of the soldiers grew impatient(and probably nervous with their position directly under the enemy archers) and began displaying a bit of ingenuity. The wall was well over fifty feet in height, and it too time to ascend a ladder.

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With psychic-augmented speed, it was no small wonder that Thanaros was one of those legionnaires leading the attack. Mikana had her prayers comitted to memory and was veiled in a golden mantle, running right alongside him. They were among the first to reach the wall and did not even slow down to wait for the ladders. Mikana used the leaping enchantment in her live-leather as well as a prayer of enhanced ability to ascend thirty feet in a split second. Thanaros activated the leaping enchantment in his armor and added a fair amount of psionic power to the ensuing jump. He easily cleared the same distance, grasped the elf's hand and used another pulse of psionic force to send Mikana careening up over the lip of the wall.

In the exchange, Thanaros had also handed off a rope. Mikana heaved on the rope and brought her orcish comrade over with ease. Back to back, they demolished the stunned rangers along the wall. And only began to meet true opposition when the Children of Fire arrived spewing flames. By then though, the first troops climbing the ladders had made it up and magical units were levitating upwards without fear do to the incapacitation of the enemy ranged units. The battle was going well so far....