Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160804040753

Lucida, having given everything to her father, passes out and goes completely limp. Aabi suddenly finds herself struggling more than ever as the little Golem's serpentine body becomes a dead weight....

Praetor's fire finds its mark, as soldier after soldier falls to his fire. The few Rangers that remain up top join him, their deadly accuracy whittling away at the Undead ranks.

Faced with thousands of heavy infantry, the last few Lieutenants fall to their merciless charge, a hundred spear points finding each one.

The battle continues,  and the Undead do not falter in their assault, but eventually they are cut down to the last few, and destroyed. The shouting of battle subsides. Groups of men look around at each other in a daze, unsure if the battle is truly over.

Melandil steps forward, exhausted. "It...it is done.  We have succeeded."

"We?!" A voice booms from the Dwarven ranks. Lord Bale Ironback pushes his way through the line, amd removes his helmet. He shouts at the Elven king. "WE were here!  Where were YOU??"

"I, Lord Bale, was trying to prevent your daughter from returning single-handed."

"Hello, Da. I got there as fast as I could." Dee steps forward,  beaming.

Bale slowly breaks into a grin. He steps forward, and takes Melandil's hand. "Aye, that ye did.  And for that, ye have our thanks, Elf."

"Oh gods, Da, yer makin' my teeth hurt.  Why don't you cradle him amd sing him a lullaby?" Dee makes a good-natured face.

Ibrahim rushes up to Aabi/Lucida, unsure of what he sees. ""Lucida? Lu, please, tell me that's you..."  He reaches out, uncertainty on his face,  anxiousness in his voice.