"do you see that lad, coming over the rise ?"
Gimgum "Soft
Thumb" surveyed the Dwarf's right flank. In the distance, beyond the battle plain, he could make out the unmistakable profile of an eagle claw repeater bolt thrower being rolled into place.
"That, my lad" spoke Gurnisson, "will be our first target"
Further along the Dwarven battle lines the Dwarf Lord stepped atop his shield and was hoisted aloft by his trusty shield guard. The Lord noted the eerie silence from his own troops. No Slayers had joined the expedition (it had seemed too 'safe' to them) so the usual drunken death threats were not being shouted at the enemy today.
Likewise, the enemy seemed near silent, only the neigh of horses and the cry of eagles broke the peace.
The dwarfs were arranged in a castle formation. War machines were placed behind the lines with cannon and grudge thrower on the hill from where they had full view of the whole battlefield.
In contrast to the bunched up Dwarf squares, the High Elves had spread their line more thinly and had adopted an attacking stance.
The Elves clearly meant to hit the Dwarf's left flank with Dragon Princes and Eagles and roll up the artillery line, starting with the organ gun. "Well" mused the Dwarf Lord, "they will have to make friends with my Hammerers first won't they !"
With that thought, the first elven trumpet was sounded and the High Elf host began it's advance as eagles swooped down from on high.
to be continued....
