As the army of elves and men marched back towards Yitai, the monks of Kra’Akken continued to brain wash the citizens into believing the elves were to blame for all of their sufferings. Gavin led most of the army over a large wooded hill only to find when they reached the top the banners of Yitai bearing the mark of the moon god. The city had been heavily fortified with guard towers, fortified walls, and sentries posted everywhere.
One of the knights gasped in horror as he set sight on the city.
“Sir what has happened?”
Gavin then replied “It looks like the followers of the moon god have inhabited the city, but how they got in is a mystery to me. All of you listen to me, we must recapture our city. I want the most skilled woodsmen to build us a battering ram, and as for the rest of you I want you to set to work gathering up all of our shields.”
Within the next hour the shields had been put in a large pile and a ram had been fitted out of a large tree trunk. With men gathered around the ram and shields in all directions the army moved the ram into position.
One of the monks on top of the wall saw the ram coming into position and gathered his archers along the wall (trained mercenaries one and all). He saw no point in shooting at them yet, for one they were much too far away, and for another he wanted them to get into the city.
The ram stroke once and the door gave, swung in and hit the other side one the wall. Gavin wondered what the point of building walls was if you weren’t going to barricade the door. Immediately after he thought this he knew something was wrong he was about to order the troops to retreat when they were surrounded by men in robes, and some normal citizens.
One of the monks yelled “These are the ones that destroyed your homes and pillaged your former villages show them no mercy for they will show none to you……ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The army of Yitai attacked and the elves and men had no choice but to defend themselves. The battle was fierce, heads rolled, blood flowed like a river, and brother struck down brother. The archers on both sides took aim with deadly accuracy.
Just as the battle began to look up for the men and elves men in robes began pouring into the ranks and striking down everyone with giant silver blades. It looked like there would be no end to the gore and destruction of live when all of a sudden a sound like that of a snake rang throughout the ears of all. For a moment everyone stopped and looked up into the sky, what they saw amazed them all.
A giant ball of flaming earth came hurtling through a wall on their right. There was a momentary pause and then flaming chunks of earth began raining down from the sky. Walls and buildings began crumbling, and when the dust cleared giant metal war machines stood in the debris piloting each was a small figure with a long beard wearing goggles. *Hissss* with the noise came great amounts of steam and one of the machines that looked like an orb on two legs was launched into the distance while the dwarf piloting it said what he always said at this time: “YYYYYYAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!(And a few other things that there is no use translating as it would have to be censored)” the orb landed in the middle of the men in robes crushing one of them. The orb opened and out came the largest dwarf and of them had ever seen. No sooner had his orb opened all of the other machines began firing various orbs, or rolling in towards the city.
Contrary to popular belief dwarves do not injest dirt and excrete it rapidly to move through the ground nor do they use picks and shovels. Dwarven craftsmen have historically been some of the greatest builders in history developing by far the highest technology in the world, in stark contrast to the elves who, after years of being attacked and oppressed have lost all sophistication and save the Oak, and Rose clans have fallen into disrepair to the point of primitive hunter-gatherers after the style of the Celts and Britons. ((I realize hunter-gatherer isn't the right term but I don't know what is))
Within the hour all of Yitai had been decimated and the monks defeated.
The Monks had been lined up and executed, save their leader, he was dragged forward, his robe torn and burned.
The two dwarves hurled him forward at the feet of their leader.
They pulled him up by the beard to face their leader,
The dwarven general looked down at him and blew a long stream of smoke into his eyes, after giving a good snort he spoke:
“So where’s Atlas?”
ooc: I'm back! ( i know what you are thinking and no i wasnt working on this the whole time i was gone)
