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As the moon reached its zenith, soldiers watched a small band of dwarves and halflings accompanied by one lone human walk to the battered, but still mighty tree that stood on the battlefield at the base of the mountain.
One of the hin reached up and lightly touched the weathered and scarred tree bark. In response the tree's mighty limbs reached down and its roots exploded from the ground enveloping the little hin, leaving another tree resembling the mighty, embattled tree itself.
In complete astonishment the soldiers watched as the newly formed tree stretched its limbs and uprooted itself echoing a mighty roar that carried a single word up to the tallest peaks...
WAR!
As the tree and it's companions charged the fortified positions, the soldiers called for reinforcements. The call was to late to save them though, as the tree swept aside the barricades, pitched soldiers off the mountain into the valley below or simply crushed them into the stone itself. Those that accompanied the tree chased down soldiers as they fled, and delivered mortal injuries from the shadows.
The battle mage heard the screams of his men and looked down from his vantage point at the carnage.
"Catapults" he said. "Rain fire down on them and i will take the field to sweep this abomination from my mountain."
Artillery crews readied and fired their massive weapons, gaining many direct hits to the small war band, but they still came, fueled by the fury in the tree.
It was the battle mage's turn though. He spoke the ancient incantation and twisted his form into a monster of iron to rival the enraged tree. Magic flashed, soldiers screamed in the throws of death and wood splintered.
As the moon dipped below the peaks chased by the rising sun, all that was left of the tree amid the carnage on the field, was the broken body of one little hin. No one noticed another such creature quietly and with great admiration carry the body off the field.
One of the hin reached up and lightly touched the weathered and scarred tree bark. In response the tree's mighty limbs reached down and its roots exploded from the ground enveloping the little hin, leaving another tree resembling the mighty, embattled tree itself.
In complete astonishment the soldiers watched as the newly formed tree stretched its limbs and uprooted itself echoing a mighty roar that carried a single word up to the tallest peaks...
WAR!
As the tree and it's companions charged the fortified positions, the soldiers called for reinforcements. The call was to late to save them though, as the tree swept aside the barricades, pitched soldiers off the mountain into the valley below or simply crushed them into the stone itself. Those that accompanied the tree chased down soldiers as they fled, and delivered mortal injuries from the shadows.
The battle mage heard the screams of his men and looked down from his vantage point at the carnage.
"Catapults" he said. "Rain fire down on them and i will take the field to sweep this abomination from my mountain."
Artillery crews readied and fired their massive weapons, gaining many direct hits to the small war band, but they still came, fueled by the fury in the tree.
It was the battle mage's turn though. He spoke the ancient incantation and twisted his form into a monster of iron to rival the enraged tree. Magic flashed, soldiers screamed in the throws of death and wood splintered.
As the moon dipped below the peaks chased by the rising sun, all that was left of the tree amid the carnage on the field, was the broken body of one little hin. No one noticed another such creature quietly and with great admiration carry the body off the field.
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