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!uGYNBMPzOs 04/27/11(Wed)01:40 No.14732128The next morning you set out to see if any survivors had returned to the city. You find a few huddled in the sally port, naked, shivering and covered in blood. 5 of them all told, three humans and a pair of dwarfs, all male. "Are you the only survivors?" you ask, signalling for cloths to be brought for them.
"Yes" one of the dwarfs croaks, his voice sounding as if he had swallowed sand, a haunted look in his eyes.
Within minutes a man arrives with cloths for them, and once dressed, you bring them to your barracks, into the meeting hall where command staff meetings would normally be held. "How much damage di you do, what tdid they have for siege equipment, arcanists, what do you remember?" you ask the men, as a prisoner-servant pours all of you glasses of water.
"I..." one of the men begins, stopping to think, and physically recoiling, one of the dwarfs retches off the side of the table, chunks of flesh clearly visible in the small puddle of bile. "They had the depleted units to the outside of the camp. We... ate" he forces the word out" a good portion of several of those units, only a handful left from most of them."
The dwarf that hadnt vomited speaks up "Your velkeries took a good eighth of their smaller siege engines by my estimate, and half of their ladders, but the towers and trebuchets had some sort of arcana protecting them, and robed engineers running around them like madmen making sure they hadn't set on fire. A few of us tried to get to them, but the arcana just... it cut them in half when we got too close to an engineer to frightened to run." he describes what you are almost certain are mages and elementalists, and considering how dark it was, this dwarf was no doubt turned from the siege engines by a Shadow Mage.
>any more questions for these guys? >>14732071 >yes to the patrols, no to the supplies |