The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Maraxas.
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Astinus gently places a metal bound tome encrusted with jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Maraxas' scribed in unearthly black ink.
Author: Maraxus Date Fri Apr 1 04:29:26 2005 Stamp 1112351366 Subject Mettle Stronger Than Metal Loyalty, Truth, Wisdom along with Courage in the midst of battle are just a few of the qualities found in a true Solamnic Knight. Studying the books and scriptures his father had from his days within the Knighthood, Maraxus had become well versed in the histories invovling the Legendary Huma all the way through the War of the Lance. Glorious re-tellings of Bravery and Heroism continuously exhilirated Maraxus, he had re-read the histories time and time again. After time had passed Maraxus had mastered the skill of using a blade and memorized the teachings of the code. Yearning for Justice and Peace throughout the lands of Krynn, Maraxus knew that he was well prepared to become a squire within the Knights of Solamnia. Taking the short trip from his home to the High Clerist Tower, his journey to becoming a had begun. Author: Maraxus Date Mon Apr 4 01:43:48 2005 Stamp 1112597028 Subject Delivery of a Message Maraxus' wooden sword was finally starting to chip away as he relentlessly swung again and again at the sturdy wooden figure that stood in the corner of the courtyard in the High Clerist Tower. Nicks and cuts from the wooden sword covered the practice dummy, sweat dripped from Maraxus' brow, burning his eyes. A man in brightly polished steel armor adorned with the symbol of the crown stood behind him as he practiced. Delivering a few final blows he ceased his attack upon the practice dummy and took a deep breath. Stabbing his sword into the soft grass of the courtyard he breathed a little lighter as he turned around, surprised to see that someone was watching him practice. "I'm surprised to see someone who has yet to have a Patron train so diligently. You're fervor has impressed me, not to mention quite a few of my fellow knights." "Thank you, Sir. I am very passionate about becoming a knight, I look forward to the day I am assigned as a squire to one of the Knights." "We are still sifting through a few more 'intricacies' of business, but we will soon have you assigned to as a squire. Actually, Maraxus, I was here to ask if you would like to deliver something to one of the outposts for me." Maraxus looked at the knight in a sort of astonishment before saying, "Sir, I would be honored to make a delivery for you." Author: Maraxus Date Mon Apr 4 02:13:42 2005 Stamp 1112598822 Subject The Outpost The delivery was to an outpost in the Plains of Solamnia, just northwest of the region of Elkholm. Maraxus was happy to be travelling into that area, back to where his home was. The knight that sent him on this delivery told him that he should visit his home before he returned back to High Clerist Tower. He would be happy to return to his home, almost 2 months had passed since he had left, his family will enjoy his surprise visit. The journey to the outpost would only take a couple of days, the knight gave him 2 weeks to deliver the message, obviously knowing that Maraxus would want to visit his family. The plains seemed to glow in the fading light of late spring, the tall grass could be seen rustling as animals scurried about gathering their last bit of food before the night set in. After pitching his tent, he pounded a post into the ground and tightly wrapped the reins around it. After building a fire he tied a leather feeding satchel around his steeds muzzle and turned in. Author: Maraxus Date Mon Apr 4 21:26:06 2005 Stamp 1112667966 Subject The Edge of Elkholm Upon reaching the outpost, Maraxus saw three knights standing inside a large wooden watch tower overlooking the the plains and the border of Elkholm. A stone building rested at the base of the watch tower, most likely a barracks for the troops stationed at the outpost. Some of the stones of the building had been overgrown with moss sprouting out of a few cracks here and there. Regardless of the growth the building looked strong enough to withstand the onslaught of a small army. As he continued to survey the encampment, he noticed another two Solamnic guards walking from around the back of the structure, apparently patrolling the area. There were also two gaurds standing just outside the huge wooden door giving entrance to the building. The outpost was obviously well gaurded, and it would be hard to make a surprise attack on such a well patrolled and well prepared base. Maraxus dismounted his horse and approached the knights standing before the door. "Halt. State your name and your purpose." "My name is Maraxus." He said as he retrieved a scroll from the saddle-pack on his steed. "I am here to deliver a message from Sir Kirduns to Captain Durgis." The knights looked at one another and nodded in confirmation and one of the pushed open the heavy wooden door giving Maraxus passage inside. "Captain Durgis' office is in the back corner of the barracks." The door gaurd told him as he pointed towards a room in the back. As Maraxus walked through the barracks he noticed that there was accomodations for at least fifty or more men, making such an outpost a pretty well protected one. Off-duty knights wandered about the garrison unarmored, but every one of them still wore their sword at their side, some of them were grouped together around a table playing some game that involved a map and a number of small wooden figures. The door to Captain Durgis' office was wide open, Maraxus knocked lightly as he walked through the archway into the somewhat disheveled room. A cot sat near a large mahogany desk, showing that Captain Durgis must also use this room as a bedroom as well as his office of operations. He sat behind his desk which was dominated by a large map with papers and various utensils of measurement and writing scattered about. He looked up as Maraxus entered the room with a smile across his weathered looking face, a long mustache curled around the edge of his smile. Tiny scars covered his face showing that he had fought and survived many battles in his time. Well, you aren't one of my knights," he said as he rose from his chair looking at the scroll the Maraxus held in his hand. "So you must be a new recruit or you are delivering that scroll you are holding." "I am delivering a message from Sir Kirduns from the High Clerist Tower," Maraxus said as he handed the scroll to Captain Durgis. Author: Maraxus Date Thu Apr 7 04:01:07 2005 Stamp 1112864467 Subject Homecoming Standing on a hill overlooking the Ter'Silis estate, Maraxus smiled down upon his home. A large two story brick house with an open foyer lined with white stone pillars, about twenty yards behind the house was a large pasture with a barn and stables housing various animals. The estate rested within a valley surrounded by rolling green hills, flowers sprouted up everywhere, flowers of all different colors. The place was like a defintion of the garden of the gods, absolutely beautiful. Hoping to surprise his parents, Maraxus quietly walked around the back and led his horse into the stables. Walking back around to the front, he knocked on the giant oak door remembering just how hard he needed to knock so that it could be heard throughout the house. The door pulled slowly open with a loud creak, his mother stood behind it with a big smile on her face. Maraxus stepped through the door encompassing his mother in a big hug, stepping all the way through the door Maraxus smiled as he looked around. "I'm glad to be back home, Mother, how have things been these past months?" He continued to smile happily as turned back to look at his mother for information on the family and how everything has been lately. As soon as he looked at his mother, though, he knew something was wrong. There was a deep sadness in his mother's eyes, she looked as though the only thing that had made her smile in a long time was his return. "What's wrong, Mother?" "I'm so happy to see you Maraxus, but.....Maybe you should go say hello to your brother first. He's missed you so much since you've been gone, we'll talk after you've said hi to your brother." Author: Maraxus Date Mon Apr 11 22:07:18 2005 Stamp 1113275238 Subject The Passing of the Blade Maraxus brother was immensely happy to have seen him again, although there was a certain sadness that was held within his eyes. He sensed something was wrong just like he had when he spoke with his mother, but his brother would not say what troubled him either. He stepped out of his brother's room and into the hallway conjoining the rooms of each person in the family, the servants quarters were on the opposite side of the manor. He saw his mother exiting the room at the end of the hall, his parents room, wiping her face with a white lace hankerchief. "Was your brother happy to see you?" She asked as she stifled a smile. "Yes, mother, he was happy to see me back." "I told your father that you had come back, he's been waiting to speak with you." Maraxus walked down the hall and through the door to his parents room, it was just as he had remembered it before he had left. Paintings of the great Huma hung here and there around the room, tapstries depicting histories as told by many a great man hung on each wall of the room. A large bear skin rug laid upon the floor at the foot of a huge canopy bed, on either side of the head of the bed was a stone griffon. In the distant corner of the room stood a suit of brightly polished armor, etched with bright red roses. The armor belonged to his father when he was still serving as a Solamnic Knight. Maraxus moved to the side of the bed, his mother closing the door to the room as she left. His father laid in the bed covered by many delicately woven blankets, his face was pale almost ghostly. He could see that his father was gravely ill. "My son, I have been awaiting your return since the day I fell ill. Please, don't say anything, listen to what I have to tell you. I have sensed a darkness spreading throughout the land, you will feel it too as it's power grows. The sword that sits on the mantle of the fireplace, it must be wielded once more if this darkness is to be vanquished before it overruns the light. Remove the blade from its sheath and let its divine blessing guide you on your journeys... Goodbye my beloved son." Breathing his last breath, his father closed his eyes and passed away from this world. Tears welled up in Maraxus' eyes as he felt the essence of his father's life fade away. Knowing well what he must do he stood from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, lightly kissed his father on the forehead and walked from the room. Author: Maraxus Date Tue Apr 26 04:33:49 2005 Stamp 1114508029 Subject Unsheathing Castanea The sword rested upon the mantle, laying in slumber within its sheath. The sheath had an intricate carving of the kingfisher in flight holding two roses with two swords crossing behind it which was etched in the wood near the hilt on either side. The sheath was made of dark rosewood that mingled with silver linings and etchings. Silver rose vines weaved their way up to the tip of the sheath gleaming with the sun glinting through the window on the opposite wall. Maraxus grasped the hilt of the blade, it's holy radiance felt warm within his palm. He pulled it down off the mantle clutching the hilt tightly with his sword hand and holding the sheath in his off hand. Maraxus stood for a moment admiring the the jewels placed within the pommel. The pommel was dominated by a large aquamarine gem that was surrounded by tiny sapphires. Maraxus pulled the blade out slightly from the sheath and was immediately taken aback by the brilliance of the blade, the dimly lit room seemed to explode with a vast light that reflected off the sword. Right above the hilt there was a very elaborate engraving of a beautiful golden chestnut tree. Along the edge of the blade were light blue etchings of some runic language. They glowed with a strange light that differed from that of the reflective light of the blade. After having bid farewell to his family and saying his final good-byes to his lifeless father, he slung the leather strap of the sword over his shoulder and departed from his home once again. Author: Maraxus Date Tue May 3 01:32:09 2005 Stamp 1115101929 Subject Presentation After less than a week of travel, Maraxus had arrived back at the High Clerist Tower. Standing just down the path from the gates he could see the guards that stood outside the gates, talking casually between themselves. Reaching down he lightly rubbed the neck of his steed before lightly spurring it to move ahead. When he arrived at the gates he nodded down at the knights and continued through. Although while he passed he noticed that the guards were looking at him somewhat strangely. Upon arriving in the courtyard, Maraxus saw Sir Kirduns speaking with a couple of other knights. Maraxus dismounted his horse, still holding the reins, and walked over to the group of knights leading his horse along behind him. Sir Kirduns immediately noticed him approaching and smiled at him as he finished his conversation. The other two knights nodded and walked away and Sir Kirduns walked over to Maraxus. "Maraxus, so good to see you back. I was actually just speaking with those other knights. You fared well on your journey I hope..." "The roads were fair, I was able to make it to the outpost, and deliver the message in good time. After that I was able to make it back to my home quite quickly..." "Wait... Would you mind showing me that sword?" Maraxus pulled the sword from his shoulder, and held it out in front of him still sheathed, the light leather strap dangling loosely in the air. "By Paladine, it is what I thought it was... Maraxus, where did you get this blade?? "It was passed on to me by my father, he passed away while I was at home. This sword has been passed through the Ter'Silis family for many many years." Author: Maraxus Date Thu May 5 02:03:55 2005 Stamp 1115276635 Subject An Epic Blade Sir Kirduns looked blankly at Maraxus for a moment before a look of realization and disbelief crossed over his face. "Of course, I didn't even fully recognize your family name until now. It did sound familiar at first, but I just dismissed it. The ancestric blade of the Ter'Silis family: Castanea. I vaguely remember the chronicles written about that sword and the knights of the Ter'Silis family that carried it." "I was unaware that there were stories written about this sword, I only know what my father had told to me about my ancestors that carried this blade. That it's history dated back to the times before the Cataclysm..." "The chronicles are housed within the Solamnic Library in Palanthas. You would do good to go and read them. I remember in one of the chronicles that the blade was blessed by the Kingpriest of Istar himself." "Was it really?" Maraxus stared in amazement at the sword and pulled it out of its sheath a couple of inches to re-examine the bright silver of the blade itself. "I was never told about that." Sir Kirduns smiled as he looked at the sword in Maraxus' hands. "Before I forget about what I needed to speak to you about I'd like to inform you that we have found a Patron Knight to take you as his Squire. You are to be assigned to Lord Reno. Although he is not here at present so that I may introduce you to him, he had to leave on an important errand for the Knighthood. He should be back in less than two weeks. In the meantime I suggest you make a trip to Palanthas to read the chronicles written on that wonderful sword you hold in your hands." Maraxus nodded lightly before pushing the blade back into its sheath and pulling the leather strap back over his shoulder. "Thank you, Sir Kirduns, I will take your advice and travel to palanthas until the time of of Lord Reno's return." Author: Maraxus Date Fri May 6 06:12:47 2005 Stamp 1115377967 Subject Aldinar Ter'Silis Arriving at the Solamnic Library in Palanthas, Maraxus entered to see walls upon walls covered with bookshelves. The bookshelves in turn were filled beyond their brims with books. Maraxus quickly began to browse through the shelves for titles containing the name Ter'Silis or the name of his sword, Castanea. While searching Maraxus saw titles containing many different names, he even passed over books that contained the legendary names of Macfie, Mertias, Whitestar, and Pathwarden. There were also many other names from days long past, he kept moving until finally he passed over a book bearing the title: Aldinar Ter'Silis. He pulled the book from the shelf and sat down at a table and began reading. ---=== Aldinar Ter'Silis ===--- <<>> The knighthood had never been stronger in these times, led by Lord Krinsan, Knight of the Rose, Lord Aldinar, Knight of the Sword, and Lord Harteph, Knight of the Crown. The presence of evil across the lands of Krynn had only just began to make itself more known. Small armies had began to gather north of the plains of dust, near the southern coast of New Sea. The Solamnic Knights made routine containment attacks upon these small army camps to make sure that they did not move out of the area. The Knight leading these attacks was Lord Aldinar, he led a group of dragonriders through the area at given intervals. On the first month of winter, Aldinar made one of his routine journey's to the south. He made the journey at the beginning of every season. He took nine other dragonriders with him to make a sweep of the area and monitor the armies activity. The weather was not particularly kind this winter, the snow had begun falling in the last month of fall and had continued to storm. Aldinar could barely see Sirrush, his silver dragonmount, through snow that continued to fall. Looking behind him as he soared through the air, the only riders he could see following behind him were the 3 golds and 2 bronze. The silvers were invisible behind the wall of falling white. (To Be Continued) Author: Maraxus Date Sun May 8 01:37:07 2005 Stamp 1115534227 Subject Aldinar Ter'Silis Upon reaching the area where the small armies had been, Aldinar noticed that the camps had been abandoned. Directing his dragonmount to fly lower for a closer look at the camp he squinted as he looked around the camps. "Sirrush, can you see anything within the camp?" "I do not see anyone, and there are no fires burning anywhere in the camp." Flying down, Sirrush landed in the center of the camp. Aldinar dismounted and walked towards one of the tents. The flap blew violently in the snow covered wind, Aldinar grabbed the flap and held it open as he walked in. There was evidence of someone leaving in a rush, as though they were unprepared to leave. Walking back out of the tent he could still barely see the footsteps moving away from the tent. He followed them, they led towards the north-end of the camp, as he walked he noticed that the amount of footprints was quickly growing. As he reached the northside of the camp the only snow remaining on the path was fresh fallen snow, no more than a days worth of snowfall. The entire army that was camped here was headed north either towards the lands of Thorbardin or to Silvanost. Running back to Sirrush, Aldinar quickly climbed into the saddle and called to his companions took back to the air and flew north. The Golds, Bronzes and Silvers launched into the air behind him, stirring up a flurry of fresh fallen snow with the powerful beats of their wings. (To be continued) Author: Maraxus Date Fri May 13 00:46:40 2005 Stamp 1115963200 Subject Aldinar Ter'Silis Sirrush flew at high speeds, moving north following the direction of the armies footprints. After about two hours, Aldinar could see the rear of the army coming into sight. It was much larger than he had once anticipated. Guiding Sirrush he moved off to the west, beckoning his companions to follow, moving around to get a better look at the size of the army. "We might want to move farther away if you wish to remain unseen, Aldinar. From what I can see they have at least 5 white dragons with them." "Slow down for a moment" Aldinar called the other dragonriders around him and pointed at two of the silvers "You two, go back and inform Lord Krinsan and Lord Harteph that this army is moving north towards Thorbardin. They are about 4 days march from the gates. If any reinforcements are sent they have to move quickly, or else they may not show up before the battle is over." The dragonriders nodded in confirmation, turned and flew away quickly disappearing into the wall of snow. Aldinar called out to Sirrush and they moved farther into the west before heading north again, towards Thorbardin. Aldinar could still barely see the army as it moved north, it was much larger than he had ever though it would grow to, there had to be at least three possibly even four thousand soldiers within the army. (To be continued) Author: Maraxus Date Tue May 17 01:15:28 2005 Stamp 1116310528 Subject Aldinar Ter'Silis Aldinar arrived at the gates of Thorbardin after a few hours, quickly dismounting Sirrush he approached the gates dominating the southern side of skullcap mountain. There was a pair of dwarves standing on either side of the massive gates, they stepped in front of them as they saw Aldinar approaching, they pulled their axes from their backs. "State your name and business, warrior!" "My name is Aldinar Ter'Silis, Lord Knight of the Solamnic order of the Sword. I must speak with your king, it is of great urgence." "What is of such great urgence that you must see the king, Lord Aldinar?" "An army out of the south is marching towards Thorbardin. At least three thousand strong and they are accompanied by dragons, I must get this information to your King." One of the dwarves slowly nodded his head and beckoned for Aldinar to follow him. The dwarf was moving exceedingly slow for the importance of the information which Aldinar had, not to mention the distance through the dwarven caverns that they had to traverse before reaching the king's chambers. They walked past countless other passages before entering the foyer of the immense great hall. Aldinar remembered how large it was, but it seemed like it had grown larger since the last time he had visited. They walked past towering pillars carved out of the mountain itself amazingly designed, intricate in every detail. Aldinar had always seen the craftsmanship of the dwarves was amazing, even the large scale projects were perfect down to the smallest detail. Such over zealousness about ones work was rarely seen in other races' works. They entered the great hall and the dwarf he was following moved over towards one of the throne guards and spoke a few words in dwarven and the throne guard nodded and walked out of the great hall. He must have been going to get the king, Aldinar noticed that the throne was empty as he walked in. (To be continued) Author: Maraxus Date Fri May 20 02:02:14 2005 Stamp 1116572534 Subject Aldinar Ter'Silis After a few moments a dwarf dressed in brightly colored clothing with an elaborate crown resting upon his head walked out following the throne guard that had left before. He casually walked up to the throne and plopped himself down, shifting slightly as though he were not comfortable enough in his royal seat. "What business have you with the Thane, Knight?" "Sire, I come to inform you that there is an army, maybe 2 days march, making their way towards the southern gate of Thorbardin. At my current estimation I would say there is at least three thousand troops, possibly even four thousand. I believe you should begin fortifying your defenses and preparing your troops for a battle." "Our defenses should be more than adequate as they are to take on a raggedy group of three thousand men. They would never breach our great walls, it is unthinkable." "I regret to inform you that they also bring dragons, Thane. My dragon spotted at least five of them, there is most likely more than that." "Dragons! HA! Not even dragons could breach our walls, the strength of the dwarves is too much even for the dragons. I will increase the defenses to fend off these unruly beasts, we will show them what dwarven might really is." Aldinar nodded and bowed to the thane before turning to leave the great hall, this time he traveled alone back through the passages towards the south gate. He had to prepare for a difficult battle as he knew that as stubborn as the dwarf was he would not supply a sufficient amount of troops to defend from this attack. The thane would only be increasing the amount of soldiers on duty to the amount needed to fend off the army, this battle could be taken care quite easily if the thane would merely put out his army in full force rather than holding back. The stubborn pride of the dwarves got on his last nerve, frustrating Aldinar as he tried to think of a plan as he emerged from the south gate. (To be continued) Author: Maraxus Date Fri May 20 03:03:58 2005 Stamp 1116576238 Subject Aldinar Ter'Silis Aldinar and his troops had been given a room within the barracks of south gate to rest, but come morning he awoke uncomfortably stiff. The dwarves were accustomed to sleeping on much harder surfaces than had Aldinar. Taking a long stretch he felt his bones popping and cracking, lightly relieving the stiff tension all over his body. Having slept with his armor on, Aldinar only grabbed his sword belt and wrapped it about himself. He walked through a couple of passageways so that he could go outside and appraise the situation with how many troops the Thane had put out. The morning air was bitterly cold, though the snow had stopped falling overnight. The sun was just creeping over the horizon, painting the sky with multiple different hues of red, blue and yellow. The few distant clouds were tainted purple with the coming of light, the red moon lunitari was just beginning to fade from sight. Aldinar approached one of the dwarven guards to speak with him about the defenses. "Excuse me, might you know about the increase in the defenses?" "Aye, are you authorized for such information, lad?" "Yes, I brought the information that has caused the increase in the defenses. I merely need to know how many more troops your king has put on duty to deal with this army that is approaching." "The Thane has ordered an extra five hundred to stand the walls, another faction of one thousand three hundred has been ordered to prepare for ground battle outside the walls. Along with the two hundred that already manned the walls, of course they will only be maintaining there posts." Aldinar nodded thanking the dwarf as he turned and walked away, he knew the dwarf would be doing exactly this. Downplaying the situation to make it seem like it would obviously be an easy battle. The dwarves still had the upper hand as long as Aldinar and his fellow dragonriders didn't leave, but if the situation became more crucial the dwarves would not be prepared for it. (To be continued) Author: Maraxus Date Fri May 20 03:20:48 2005 Stamp 1116577248 Subject Aldinar Ter'Silis Aldinar headed over to where the dragons had been left for the night, finding Sirrush he spoke with the dragon as he had done so many times when he needed trustworthy council. Something seems to be troubling you, Aldinar. Did the dwarf do exactly as you suspected he would do?" Sirrush smiled smugly at his comment, knowing that it was what was troubling Aldinar. "He didn't put out enough troops, if something goes wrong or if there are more troops than I had estimated then they will be in dire straits. There won't be much that we can do to help them other than fight alongside them until the end..." "You are an honorable man, Aldinar. I know that the decision you make is the right one, and for it you will be victorious whether the battle is won or lost. I myself have seen you come out of more troubling events and it has made you the man, the knight, that you are today." Smiling slightly as he sighed deeply, Aldinar tried to flush out his frustration as he listened to Sirrush. His dragon companion had always been able to say what was necessary to make him feel that much better no matter what he was into. Care to take me for a fly-by of the enemy so that I can evaluate how much more time "Care to take me for a fly-by of the enemy so that I can evaluate how much more time we have to prepare ourselves?" "It would be my pleasure, Aldinar." Flying lightly south, Aldinar looked along the ground to try and see the enemy. He could see much farther without the wall of snow blocking his view, after about two hours of flight Aldinar could see the front of the army on the horizon. Strange he thought to himself, because according to his estimation yesterday they should have been quite a bit farther away than they were. A sharp realization came across as Aldinar thought more about it. They were less than half a days march away, looking back he could still see the hazy outline of skullcap mountain. "Sirrush turn around, we need to go back. They are much closer than I had first anticipated. We have to begin preparing now." (To be continued) Author: Maraxus Date Sat May 21 03:22:23 2005 Stamp 1116663743 Subject Aldinar Ter'Silis The final preperations had been made and Aldinar could see the army cresting a distant hill to the south. He stood beside Sirrush just outside the gates, tightening the straps on the dragonsaddle. His companions were already mounted awaiting the enemies arrival, the look of anticipation covering their weather beaten faces. This would not be an easy battle with the troops set out by the thane, his stubborness still irritated Aldinar to this moment. "I think we are ready now, Sirrush. All we have to do now is wait for them to arrive." "I believe we are, Aldinar, but I see something that may trouble you. Something I don't believe the dwarves will be completely prepared for..." "What is it?" "Our enemy is bringing machines of war...Catapults and ballistae..." Aldinar peered out in the direction of the army, squinting harshly at the distance between them. He could barely make out the shapes of a catapult or two, although he could not see the ballistae he knew Sirrush must have seen them or else he would not have mentioned them. The dwarves would not be ready for this, there was no time to change the preparations. They would just have to make do with the way they were set up, in an hour the battle would be upon them... (To be continued) Author: Maraxus Date Tue May 24 03:07:04 2005 Stamp 1116922024 Subject Aldinar Ter'Silis The army was composed of goblins, humans, and groups of minotaurs, amazing to see that there weren't any draconians amidst them. Aldinar was correct with his estimation of the size of the army before, they were at least three thousand strong. The army seemed to be quite well organized, they formed massive groups in standard battle formation. There were five white dragons standing at the back of the field, mounted by minotaurs and humans. Aldinar looked to his companions, pointing at a silver and gold, "Remember the plan, you two go around the east side and attack their dragons." Pointing to another gold and silver, "And you two go around the west side flank the dragons once they have attacked." Looking to the two bronzes he nodded at them, "Since the plan has to be changed, I want you two to try and take down their catapults and ballistae." Smiling at the last dragon left, a younger silver, "You're going to be staying at the front with me, we have to try and keep them from reaching the gates. Try and keep the casualties as low as possible here." Aldinar looked back and saw the dwarven crossbowmen preparing for the first wave of firing. The dwarven footsoldiers issued for the battled stood just outside the closed southgate. Looking ba
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