The Druchii had atttacked again at dawn. It had taken all the strength of the garrison to fight them off. The mages were no longer able to take part in the battle itself, their power being needed to hold back the jungle and the heat so the garrison could survive long enough to push back the next wave. A message for reinforcements had been sent before the Dark Elves closed the siege lines, but it would be weeks before the message even reached Ulthuan. All they could do was take as many of the dark kin with them as they could.

Corwin surveyed the battlefield from the back of his dragon. Young as it was it rivaled the star dragons in sheer power if not wisdom, but it had bound itself to him since he rescued it from the Dark Elves. It's hatred of them was matched only by the shadow warriors, and it was a close run thing. Emerging from a pillar of smoke, Corwin peered down. The city was in a bad state, nearly overrun. What madness had overcome him when he decided to found a city in Lustria itself? Still, it had not only survived but prospered. Many artifacts of the High Elves past had been recovered and returned to Dragonspire in Saphery. Shaking his head, Corwin recounted what had brought him to Lustria without warning and in such force.

It had been an ordinary day when one of the mages had been overcome by a strange fit, and both the dragons had tried to take flight. If Corwin had not been near, his own mount may have destroyed the walls of the spire before calming down. The other mages were worried. They were unable to contact the mages in the Jungle City, saying that a great veil had been laid over it. Whenever that comment was spoken, Corwin always called up his soldiers. This time he gathered enough men to break a kingdom of men. His work in Lustria was to important to let fail. Over two thousand soldiers answered his call, and within days they had set sail.

It had taken them less then a month to reach the shores of Lustria, days after the siege had begun. His men were already in position, awaiting only his order to attack. He intended to hand the dark kindred such a defeat here that they would tread carfully if they even considered invading. Pulling himself back to the task at hand, he noticed that the Druchii were attacking again. Grim as death, Corwin signalled the attack.


Just a little story I've written up. It's mostly just to give my High Elves a reason to be in Lustria, since my main opponent plays Lizardmen. I figured that they would get word of a mystical artifact or something from their past, which give them a reason to be fighting a race that they should really be allied with. Let me know what you think.

Nice, I like it! Any more?

More comming?