Chapter 4: The First Conflict
The Army of the Empire was marching at a steady pace. The typical army lineup was being used as they marched to an open field. The cannon fodder was made up of Moarlands bots followed by the vanguard made of typical Humans. This was then separated from the Elven archer line by a row of catapults and ballistae with a 1:3 ratio respectively. The total manpower of the army excluding the bots was 65,000 men and women strong.
They had to travel through the pass of wood and stone. This pass was aptly named for the left side being covered by a dense forest of Ironwood trees, an extremely durable wood that is ironically stronger than iron and low-grade steel, named the forest of Iron. The right side was completely blocked in by the Keres (care-uhs) Mountains or the Mountains of Evil Spirits, this had geographical and superstitious reasons for being avoided. This was mainly due to constant avalanches and rock slides that frequented the area. This was the fastest and most surefire way to reach the Loser Queendom before they had time to seriously mobilize their forces. However, the Owner would soon find out why he and his advisors were making a grave mistake.
The time was roughly 3:30 in the morning when a sharp bow-string twang rang throughout the pass. This was followed by a man screaming as the Arrow pierced his left thigh before another was quickly shot through his head
The Owner screamed "SHIELD FORMATIONS!" but it was too late.
The graceful shadows of arrows danced on the men scrambling to raise their shields. Then a momentary silence filled the pass as the arrows made a wind-like sound moving through the air. This silence only lasted for a fraction of a second but everyone present noticed it before the thuds. The horrible and gruesome thuds of arrows lodging themselves in the dirt, the wood that made the siege equipment, the armor, and finally the flesh. The screams of men filled the air as pain unimaginable occupied their minds if they were lucky.
This however was not taken too lightly. "FLAME ARROWS! INTO THE TREES!" shouted The Owner not long after the volley hit. "OIL POTS! LIGHT, AND FIRE UP THE MOUNTAINS!"
The forest was soon ablaze from the fire arrows, however, this only served to further complicate the situation. There was a force of 20,000-day ghouls sitting in the forest and this little aggravation was more than enough to make them attack. These beings were named for their docility in the dark but extreme aggression in the light, and the army of the owner had just lightened the entire area.
The ghouls appeared like burnt wood where a fire arrow had lodged itself in the pale and bony bodies. With an almost unanimous howl, the creatures charged.
"Har-oOooOoOOkkkkkikiik"
The ghouls immediately charged at the army of humans and elves. When the two lines crashed, it was horrible. The Ghouls wasted no time in biting at the necks of the army of living creatures. This would have been easy to deal with if the mountainside had not revealed its horror.
The oil jugs had been set on fire then immediately thrown onto the mountains. These jugs were not filled with oil but rather a napalm-like substance that would burn for hours. The ancient napalm was called Dragon Oil, a mixture of crude oil, animal fat, and dragon saliva. The Dragon oil quickly lit up the face of the Grand Keres only to be met by real evil spirits.
A group of Dark Elves took the southern slope. Sharp teeth slobbering with the desire to feast on human and elf meat. 10,00 strong.
The northern ridge, covered by the Lich King's Army of the Damned. 30,000 strong.
The Loser Army covered the eastern slope. The men and women had made a large circle around the Dragon's oil to stop themselves from being burned. Sharp fangs protruded out of their mouths. The soldiers had relinquished their light, and become beings of the night, also known as vampires. 20,000 strong.
And finally, up in the sky on the Loser Queendoms, personal Wyvern was hovering. There sat the Loser Queen in all her glory, with the same new features as her men, and her two most trusted Aides. Pfannkuchen, who had managed to retain his light under the pretense of having to have someone to lead during the day, and Nina, turned to the darkness much like her beloved queen. 3 strong
The color drained from the Soldiers' faces. The resistance they were supposed to encounter would be half as strong as them at best. Yet here they were outnumbered and being attacked on two sides squished into a long, narrow line.
The dark Elves leader gave the order to charge first. "The children of the sun! WILL BE OUR FEAST!" came a high and gargled voice. "CHARGE!"
If there was ever a way to make a race hate the people from the same race, it was to make them into the dark and light versions of each other. The Dark Elves were a group of elves that saw flaws in walking in the light and under the Great Sun. Rather they turned to worship the Moon, Stars, and Void. Responsible for changing them to creatures who hate the light and sleep in the day. Most Dark creatures were disgusted by "children of the sun," yet the dark elves and vampires found them to be absolute delicacies.
The group charged at the Army of the Empire from behind, grabbing and feasting on a few unlucky elves that unfortunately were unable to get on the other side of the Human shield men. Dark Elves quickly swarmed the fallen to devour them.
The Army of the Damned marched forward in perfect unison waiting to meet the front line. Shields raised, they really were an army of trained soldiers.
Finally, the Losers marched forward, A grin of sadistic glee rouse on their faces. They were ready to feast on the blood of the living.