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Troll Settlement
-Currently Under Attack-
Most of the camp was sleeping or working, and when the attack came, it was too swift for any real countermeasures. What little amount of archers were available were rallied to a courtyard toward the center of the camp, and the heavy hitters made for doors. Bar'gro grabbed his Heavy Axe and hefted it in one, powerful hand. His tower shield was in the left, and he banged on his shield while calling a challenge out to the intruders,

"YOU WON'T HAVE DIZ CAMP 'UMIES! I PROMISE YE DAT!! BOYZ! MAKE FER DA WALLS! SHOOT DEM 'UMIES BETWEEN DE'RE TINY EYES AND MAKE 'EM BLEED GOOD! RWWAAARRRGHHH!!" he roared, raising his Axe to the sky as his troops followed suit. By this time, they knew the group was located in the tents off to the corner of the settlement. Something was wrong, though. Bar'gro may be as base a troll as they come, but even he knew how many troops he had. And he had more than this. From the reports the small band of humans made straight for one section of the camp and killed the 'pet' that the Warlord had sent them to watch over. So there must be another attack from somewhere else. Of course, this was somewhat expected. Nobody is dumb enough to send one troop directly into an entire Troll settlement.


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Elven Town
Town Hall
1 Hour After Initial Attack
-Currently Under Attack-
The first few Trolls broke themselves upon the walls of the Elven Defenders. Their armor gleamed in the morning light, and their Halbers reached neatly over the barricades while the trolls, carrying axes, swords, and hammers had a hard time climbing or crashing through the barricades. The Eastern blockaed had fallen an hour into the fighting, but the rest were holding.

"No matter, it was all planned. Pull the troops back from the Eastern Sector, and set the funnel to lead them to our secondary barricades. I want archers in the windows and on rooftops just behind the barricade lines, and get me the Captain of the guard that held the East gate, I want to send our Troll friends a little present from their flank." The Knight-Captain slipped his golden, winged helmet on as his messengers went to relay his orders. The defense was going well. At this point he had no idea of the small scout Trolls that the civilians were fighting off withint he heart of the city, but it wouldn't matter if they lost the rest of the barricades. Besides, he didn't have enough troops to relay to that sector.

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Elven Town
House Near Chapel
90 Minutes After Initial Attack
-Currently Under Attack-

Minh swallowed deeply, his throat was dry with nervousness. Sweat was beading down his forehead, and he stood poised in the shadows with his twin Starknives. He had never actually used them outside of practice and performances, but he was sure he would soon find their true use: Death. The Carvan life was hard. Every man and woman was trained with swords, staves, and other manner of weapons. He had taken a liking and talent for Starknives. Another he knew specialized in whips, and another still was a near master swordsman. Minh was well-versed with most any weapon, and even buckler-Rapier combat.

He waited, and sprung when a Troll came bursting toward the group he had sworn he would protect. The first Star Knife sliced into his heel, and the second across his back. The Troll yelped in surprise and pain at the same time, swirled, and brought his axe around with both hands as he fell backwards, away from Ming. The axe caught the Harlequin across his mask, slicing a deep scratch through it and tearing some flesh to leave a fresh, crimson streak from his ear to his nose in the right side of his face. Minh leapt into the air and came down with both feet on the massive Troll's chest, and the tip of his starknives criss-crossing within the Troll's throat. Arterial spray left a warm feeling on his hands and arms and he stood to face the second Troll that roared and rushed with a shield-warhammer combo.