Checking, double checking and triple checking ranges, angles, wind direction and even air moisture. Preparations were only complete when the master engineer strode along the line giving each war engine a final knowing whack with his trusty hammer.
Undaunted but with heightened awareness of the danger facing them the Elves continued to advance. Quarrelers released their shafts into the oncoming Elves but were panicked and broke from the field due to the ferocity of the return fire.
The Elves were making up for the loss of their Dragon Princes with volley upon volley of longbow fire when fate once more struck a cruel blow to the Elves. The Dwarf's rune mastery had guided a gudge stone through a seemingly impossible angle directly onto a repeater bolthrower which was utterly destroyed along with it's crew.
Cries of lament errupted from the Elven units. Those slain crew members were well known and loved and had been instrumental in many victories. Countless oaths were sworn to avenge the passing of the slain Elven heroes.
to be continued...
