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[ 67] Scorn: The Battle of Dolund'ir (Day 4) (part 2)
Mon Oct 30 23:53:42 2000
To: Althainia Dolund'ir all
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The gates flew open and the Dolund'ir army ran out, screaming their war cries. They met the Althainians and swords clashed as maces crunched bones and the pounding of horse hooves shook the ground. Gaira's polearm removed Kheldan from his mount with a sudden and forceful direct hit to his chest plate. Kheldan lay on the ground, his air escaping his lungs. The white Minotaur tried to make his way to his feet before taking another hit to his now damaged chest plate. Gaira stood above with his polearm raised and began its decent to Kheldans skull. Xiervanthian swooped above Gaira unleashing a cone of perilously cold air. Gaira's hands blistered in the extreme cold and he dropped his weapon. It took only moments before the cramping burning pain in his hands set in.

Xiervanthian landed and struck a blow at a few infantrymen, killing them instantly. Cetjam and his knights rode full speed with lances lowered and delivered a frightful blow to Xiervanthian's stomached and chest. The great silver dragon roared in pain taking a rider to his death with a quick tail smash that crushed the rider's spine.

Wiervian slashed his sword into a goblin gut, the stench bringing tears to Wiervian's eyes as it had the days before. He slashed another goblin twirling around and catching a passing Goblin knight off guard removing its hand from its arm. Wiervian thought to himself "Shall I live, I will bury this stinking sword 200 feet under the earth." Armathor caught a blade to his right shoulder, blood spilling over his armor. The blade stuck, backing him into a tree. Having no other choice but to bear the pain and strike back, Armathor lunged at the attacking goblin impaling his sword into its neck. The lunge had caused the sword to drive into his shoulder deeper. Armathor knew he was done, and he laid still and watched the rest of the battle, hoping he would live to see the end. The mage Cormion unleashed a lightning bolt into a group of militia, who quickly fled this battle. Tawni led his Althianian Knights into the group of Dolund'ir pikemen, and a vicious battle ensued which was quickly interrupted by a now involved Brass Dragon flying above. Paziameira unleashed a dreadful wave of heat into the rear of the pikemen formation, melting much of their armor to their skin.

An injured blue dragon removed himself from the cave that had entrapped him for more than day. His leg was visible broken, and his scaled were mauled and torn. Every breath Jormungander took sounded like a light shrill. He knew already that at least one lung was punctured. His leathery wings were intact, although a bit charred. Jormungander weakly looked toward the battle. This was not going well but he knew there was little he could do. With a weak and painful leap into the air, Jormungander leaped into the air and flew into the horizon.

The remainder of the battle turned one sided. The pair of Great Wyrms and the Althainian army had defeated the force of Dolund'ir and had marched directly into the home city of the goblins. For this race to survive, a treaty must be formed. Tarion would have one last difficult choice to make.