Talor nodded as he watched the mages cast as one. All along the west wall were students, some from the Arcane University of Safehaven, most from the mages guild; and even some were individuals, not part of either. They all had one thing in common though; they were there to help defend Safehaven.
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Any and all mages were welcome to sign up to join the special branch of Safehaven’s military that Korrin Moonblade, the king; had established. Senior mages like himself had become teachers, teaching the mages to react as a unit. Spells were designated to a number, and when the number was called out everyone would react accordingly. It was an ingenious system the new king of Safehaven had invented.
Talor’s dark blue robes flapped in the wind as the students finished their spells. He covered his eyes momentarily to keep dirt from getting into them as hurricane powerful gusts of wind erupted, blowing outwards towards their enemies.
Large flaming boulders were loosed from catapults and screamed towards Safehaven’s walls. The powerful gusts of wind knocked into them and threw most of them off course. The boulders just fell short and landed in the field between Safehaven and the army.
Hoots and hollers came from the mouths of Safehaven’s defenders. The bald human grinned in triumph as they anticipated the attacks of the Great Kingdom. He could only hope the others were doing well on the other fronts.
“Defensive spell four!” Talor shouted and the order was echoed as his commanders relayed the information.
Spell shields sprang up just a few heartbeats later as the mages complied with the orders. Just in time, multiple fireballs erupted from the steadily approaching army. He watched from a small turreted section of the wall as they sped towards the stone.
Just a few feet in front of the Safehaven’s walls, the fireballs dissipated into nothingness as they hit the spell shields. More nervous laughs and pats on the back broke out.
“Layva,” the skinny human mage beckoned.
His second in command came to his side, “Yes general?”
“Give these orders accordingly, I have to precog ahead a bit more and communicate with our king. Right now, give the order offensive spell five. There is a gap in their spell shields we can take advantage of. Then, archers to the left, aerial mounts will try to surprise us. That’s as far as I could see,” Talor smiled and Layva almost laughed, her bald headed friend reminded her of a bird with his nose as a beak.
She managed to keep a straight face and gave the order. Her green orbs watched Talor move his hands to the sides of his helmet and close his eyes in concentration.
The way he used the helmet to see into the future was amazing. Korrin knew Talor was an exceptional mage, as only a few individuals could have the aptitude for mastering such a feat. That is why he is a general, and I am merely the senior commander.
Layva adjusted her blonde locks and tried to keep focus by shaking her head.
She wouldn’t fail her city, or her deity.
“Pholtus, the blinding light, please protect us,” Layva prayed quietly.
The gates opened up and orders were shouted.
“All infantry, move onto the field of battle! Stay with your captains, the commanders will issue further orders. For the glory of Safehaven!”
He heard some young women yelling orders. Tyrael watched as hundreds of soldiers poured out of the main gates, each prepared to kill and die to protect their city.
The elven king sighed as Eliwood and Janice led their battalions out of the safety of the walls. More elven soldiers followed and Tyrael noticed Silverleaf smiling confidently as his troop pursued him.
Tyrael turned back and looked at his elite guard. It was a group of about fifty or sixty of the best. They were not merely soldiers, warriors, or mages; but individuals. Each had their own talents, their own style of combating evil. Some preferred magic, others were dedicated archers. Even more were Bladesingers, the best the Bronzewood had to offer.
He was assaulted by the variety. Though most wore elven chainmail, some wore elven plate or even human made armor. They all varied in height and color, the most prominent race of elves among them were wood elves. He spotted some moon elves and high elves as well. The cavalier even picked out a few Pharisee elves, much to his surprise. Though it was rare a human would make it so high up in the ranks of the Bronzewood’s military, he observed one or two, along with some half elves.
They all looked to him, their king, their champion. Chosen of Corellon Larethian, he was a beacon for good elves of all races. He tried to feel out the most felt emotion and got a mix, but felt the majority of them were just anxious.
Feeling like he needed to say something, he cleared his throat. The elves who weren’t paying attention to him quickly gave him their attention.
“I know most of you are tense, don’t be. We are the best. You are usually at the front lines, taking on the most deadly assignments and missions. Today we protect Safehaven, a close friend and valuable ally. This fight will be unlike any other, when we march on the field the battle will be in full force. I must assume that the entire four armies of the Great Kingdom here could amass together to wipe out as many enemies as they can,” Tyrael stopped and looked at the faces of his comrades. Some of them would be in Arvandor by the day’s end.
“This means we will be horribly outnumbered. Fight this day as if you were protecting the Bronzewood. I expect no less than you, the elite,” Tyrael nodded and the elves responded. Some of the warriors stomped, others merely nodded and even more laughed lightly and patted friends on the back.
Tyrael laughed and smiled, “Stay close to me. Where I go, Corellon watches. Any battle can be won with the favor of the Seldarine.”
“Hei-Corellon shar-shelevu lye bal!” shouted one of the elves. Tyrael smiled as the prayer echoed throughout the group. It was an elvish prayer that translated to “Corellon, by your grace grant us power.”
“Indeed,” Tyrael looked up into the sky. “Indeed,” he mumbled again.
Zaxin roared in disbelief. Idiots! I will slaughter them all when I figure out how they out fox me every damn time!
The cup in his hand shattered as his anger peaked. The four armies that Talamius had placed at his disposal outnumbered Safehaven’s army massively, yet he still failed. It was impossible but yet it continued to happen!
The general gritted his teeth and looked at the small wooden table in his tent. It was filled with maps and potential battle plans. Each of the ingenious plans he hatched never worked. The dark haired man put his face in his hands.
Maybe it was time for brute force? His past plans and plots have been futile, a change of tactics?
“Yes,” the general muttered. “They always seem to poke holes into my evil schemes, so why not just attack like a dumb brute? Even orcs have their day,” the evil human grinned.