“He is right Yukio…you are needed here. I am grateful that we were able to reconcile before I left this existence. I will give Kira your love when I see her” Kishi said as she hugged the massive man’s neck. She then reached up and kissed him before sliding down out of his arms. She began to stagger towards the guardian. In an instant, Adair was there to scoop her up in his arms. His white hair flared out as the wind picked up and they vanished into thin air. A thick blue mist hung in the air for what felt like several minutes.
“Do not worry about the orcs in the north…they will not actually attack Landen. I am not sure exactly where they are heading, but they have been sent elsewhere by Kana. You need to be concerned with the orcs in the south and the northern creatures on Lake Lachlan” Adair instructed briskly. He was sounding more urgent with each passing moment. That is something to not dismiss or ignore when it is the eldest guardian speaking. The guardian had not been gone all that long.
“Peace unto you all” replied General Yukio with a bow. The high elves returned the gesture by bowing in return. This was something no one would have thought possible at the beginning of this affair.
A whirling vortex appeared off to the west of the gathered forces. The high elves made their way through the magical portal with a collective sigh of relief. Adair turned to look at General Yukio and as he winked, he vanished. The knights did not waste any time…they spurred their horses into action and made their way to South Gate. They were going to take the guardian at his word and reinforce the southern entrance. Yukio waved to them as they departed.
Yukio made his way over to where the high elves bodies were strewn about the ground. He gathered up a strong wind to gather all the body parts and then piled them all together. He then incinerated the remains of the innocent high elves that had died needlessly. He was completely exhausted from the intense battle which made him immensely grateful for Norco. His thoughts were with the high elves and their dying queen. He too was glad that he had the opportunity to reconcile with his sister-in-law. Now that he had dispatched the second most deadly leader of the axis powers, they could focus on thinning out their enemies’ ranks.
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The high elves gathered together around the council room in the capital city of Mount Quang. The elven king stood atop a tower erected for his eulogy. He smiled down at his subjects as he began his speech. Kishi’s body lay at the base of the tower…she was dressed in the most elegant white dress. She has died minutes after returning to the place she called home. The guardian had kept his promise to return her, the least he could do for such a fierce warrior. He had immediately departed once he had delivered her.
The guardian had returned a little while later to make sure the high elves were ready to proceed with the necessary changes. He had met with King Ciel briefly before calling the high elven council together. The elven king had brought two of Kishi’s cousins to head the councils in his daughters’ stead. Prince Thaarriol Tiranidrol would preside over the people of Mount Quang while Princess Alilbrial Tiranidrol, his sister oversaw the people of Mount Konane. Each would sit at the head of the two high elven councils. After assuring the unification of the elves, Adair departed again to attend to matters of war.
After the funeral, the high elves prepared their defenses and set up several medical stations. Additional healers arrived daily from Renshaw to assist their brethren with their new charge. Injured soldiers made their way from Landen through the air. The eagles had volunteered to ferry the causalities of war to the distant mountains. It was agreed that the distance from the fighting would allow faster healing. When they had fully recovered from their wounds they were sent to Tarisdell to prepare to be redeployed into the battlefield.
Obsidian Walls
General Akuji swore fluently in orcish as their most recent assault on South Gate failed miserably. Nothing had gone right since the demise of that wicked dark elf. They lost the demonic spiders and their magic wielding riders. He should have known that those elves would betray them. He simply could not understand why Kana believed in those treacherous fiends. As he stood there brooding over his armies’ misfortune, a deafening roar drowned out the sounds of battle. Everyone went quiet as all heads turned to see a writhing cloud-like obstruction in the sky moving swiftly toward the gate. The general knew instantly what that dark cloud was…dragons!
“Fall back now!” bellowed the general to his wearied troops. The massive orc army began to make a speedy retreat to their base camp. Silence engulfed the atmosphere surrounding the gate. The ground shook at the combination of the orcs marching out and the dragons approach.
“What is going on?” asked one of the Landen knights as he sat nervously atop his noble steed. They could not tell what was in the cloud and why it would cause the orcs to retreat. The insurgents had been making progress though they did not likely know it. The orcs had been hammered and beaten incessantly day and night; however, they too inflicted far more damage than they had realized.
The air was suddenly filled with whirring sounds as the cloud came to rest over the men at South Gate. The eerie sound was quickly replaced with a wide range of noises. The ground shook violently from large projectiles smashing into the ground below. An army of dragons had joined the battle. These dragons were not like Kana’s steed Ryo…they were all different colors and breeds. They were dropping chunks of rock and other debris at the gate. The initial shock was beginning to wear off and the sudden attack from above was beginning to meet sharp resistance. Large missiles shot from the ground with such velocity that when they made contact with a dragon, regardless of its size, the beast was thrown in the opposite direction. Many of these creatures crashed into the cliffs just west of the gate as a result of the barrage. They were not pierced by the attacks, but they were severely damaged internally by blunt force trauma.
The roars were deafening and the cheers from the allied forces filled the air. The battle was far from over and the dragons made sure to make that point. Their second attack on the gate came from a much lower altitude. They flew in swiftly and landed before the areal assaults had much of an effect. The dragons unleashed their hellish flames on the troops before they could find cover…hundreds were burnt to death instantly. Both sides had had victories and now the dragon assault on South Gate had really begun.
Once the orc army had reached their home base there was a collective sigh of relief. They had been assaulting South Gate for quite some time and had made no noticeable progress. Once the high elves left, their attack was reduced to a point that made it clear that they would never be able to take the southern cliffs. The mood in the camp was not pleasant as many had their wounds attended to. Others looked for something to eat…this only angered them as their supplies were running low. The high elves had always made sure to keep them well fed…now they were alone and starving. Misfortune hung in the air and the thought of deserting the war effort to return to their homes in Tarin filled all the soldiers’ thoughts.
“I need the commanders in my tent now!” barked General Akuji vehemently. He did not look pleased at all…he was not accustomed to losing over such a prolonged period of time. He quickly turned back to the depths of his tent and entered while grumbling vicious threats under his breath. His dark mood was consuming him completely at this point.
The orc commanders reluctantly skulked to the central tent of Akuji…they were not looking forward to the prospect of being reprimanded for their lack of progress. The air was thick with disappointment and resentment toward the cowardly high elves. There were grumblings amongst the ranks about their current predicament. They did not see how they were going to be able to dislodge those stubborn men from the security of their cliff walls. As the ban of leaders reached the tent they looked at one another tentatively before entering the darkness of the canvas.