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Part VI
And so the Treaty of the Smashed Table was signed. Each kingdom,
fief and empire pledged to send its armies to fight under the banner
of the Alliance. Never before has such a host been raised (even
if it was just on paper). Dwarven heavy infantry, trollish axe-wielders,
Elvish swordsmen and archers, human knights and pikemen, all promised
by the signatories. The Alliance's numbers would swell to over a
hundred thousand. The host was to gather on the plains of Arnath
and man the Arnath Dykes, since the only way Karos was to reach
the vulnerable southlands was by storming the Dykes, a line of forts
and walls build behind the natural defenses of the Arnathi river.
According to the elves' avian scouts, Karos and his Horde were still
in Cartholian. Day and night, screams could be heard, the pleas
for merciful death echoed across the now barren land around Cartholian.
Adrienne could not help but notice the pain and fury behind Jared's
eyes as he and the Council discussed the disposition of troops and
logistics. The war council lasted till deep into the night, when
finally Dorakk called a halt. "Me lords and lady," he
said, nodding towards Adrienne. "It be naught use tickling
each oothers bollocks ovar who brungs the food arnd who brungs de
swords roight noo. We be all tuckered oot. Oi sugges we ooll injoy
de comforts of Dwarholt fer noo, and resoom de cooncil in de mooning."
Notes:
Arnath: The legendary plains of Arnath, where the Armies
of Light met and destroyed the Horde of Karos Soul-eater, where
Karos himself was bound.
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