The order was simple – Laelmice must be given the password so she could warn the Dark Elves still trapped inside the mine that all the other entrances had been discovered and that most of the Dark Elves had been defeated. The specially bred dragons were all dead also, but a strange new Beast of Burden had been bred which could replace the dragons… a little that is. Some of the Dark Elves were showing some signs of mutation but what this was being caused by was unclear to the various Houses in the Dark Elf Undercity. Despite this a few of the Dark Elves and their Beasts of Burden began to make their way towards Laelmice… Inside the mines the Dark Elves and their newly found daemon allies waited. Any assault on their position would need quite a large force to be able to forge any sort of bridgehead. They sharpened their weapons and paced… waiting for either their rescuers, or the inevitable battle... |
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So these top mercenaries known enigmatically as “The Ten” had failed their task, and failed miserably. Overwhelmed by the forces of the Army of Britannia they hadn’t lasted long or got anywhere near to Father Grant who seemed to be living now peacefully in Trinsic.
The Duchy guard stood over them and a number of watchmen from the city aided in this vigil. The Ancient Silver Serpent Eggs were also being watched for any signs of hatching and Nathan had commanded that for now this was top of the list of tasks for his network of spies. Once Father Grant had recovered a bit of his memory it would be time to question him about the recipe a bit more. But not just yet… Mizara Khan smiled to herself as she played with the small black pearl in her hand and ran it between her fingers. She had learnt some new spells to call forth a breed of Daemon from … well from whence she wasn’t sure. But that didn’t really matter. One thing that did matter was that these Daemons were powerful and able to avoid the Town Guards. This was going to be fun. The attack on Skara Brae had been an experiment as well as a diversion whilst she got her hands on that damned crystal that Dawn was after. Sadly she had misjudged and mistimed her attack arriving too late in Britain and she couldn’t locate it anywhere. And now it was sat just out of her reach. It may be that these Dark Elves she had heard so much about were worth dealing with and in fact it might suit her purpose to aid them in their clearly losing battle with the humans… The Dark Elves sat and spoke in whispers about their defeats so far, the loss of their special dragon kin and what to do next. In hushed tones their feminine voices whispered of death and corruption and power. But for now it was all talk whilst they planned and waited. One small group was sent out to find if the last entrance had yet been breached whilst the main bulk of the assassins readied themselves to deliver weapons, armour and supplies to the Dark Elves who were now mostly trapped within their own mines… |
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