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Skraal

As he predicted the bruised survivors had come running in fear towards them. The eternal lizard had put the four companies in an arc with their front liners forming a large shield wall with corridors in between them through which the rangers could easily transit.

It was a massacre. The elves more concerned for their own safety from the orcs behind than what stood right in front of them ran straight at their clutches. The fang leader rangers and their nasty repeating crossbows drew first blood in a spectacular synchronized shooting. Then their underlings in similar fashion while in two lined formation armed and with regular bows riddled the next group with poisoned arrows.

The spear carrying front liners with the shields broke formation in unison when it was clear no one would even challenge a single of their shields and after the order ran out they threw their spears killing but a few lucky (or unlucky depending where you see it from) elves. 
These survivors knew they could not turn back but advancing also meant their death. The smart ones who forgot their elven values did the most sensible thing and simply took their own lives. Those who didn’t Skraal would make sure they would have wanted to.

“Report,” he ordered. As usual Jakaka was the one who answered. “We have captured twenty elves,” his deputy said as called a company leader he knew as Ertemu. The ruthless and tall lizard bowed before his lord and then motioned to his men. They brought twenty beaten and scared elves before him.

“The Overlord needs my presence which means another battle is coming prepare accordingly,” he announced in draconic to his warriors before centering his attention on his prisoners of war. The four companies acted swiftly as they quickly recovered their arrows and any weapons or valuable artifacts from among the corpses always with the deadly and chilling synchronization they were known for. 

With him only his retinue, the Grave Wardens remained. They were far larger than their companions, only comparable to the big figure of Skraal himself and wore bulkier and scarier looking armors. Each carried his own terrifying looking weapon the most notable being Jakaka and his Scythe.

“You thought the orcs were the only ones you had to worry about didn’t you?” he spoke in elven. Obviously surprised the elves’ expressions darkened even more when they realized who they were talking to.

Most didn’t believe a 50,200 year old Dragonkin could really exist but each race had a name or story about the 5,000 year old black and green guard and their eternal and immortal leader, some talked about him as a myth, others as a bedtime story for their children, and a few wise ones as a very real threat but regardless of how, the Deathguard’s banner was known to all.

The Dragonkin paced in front of the forcibly kneeled elven warriors with a hand on the hilt of his sickle. “You know it is foolish and time costly to incite a trial by combat and I don’t have enough cells to hold all of you. My master is expecting my company soon and so it is imperative I deal with this matter quickly,” he told the elves as he wondered what to do.

“Why don’t you kill us all and be done with it,” A captain by what it seemed spat out. He tried to move but suddenly his head had been cut clean of his shoulders and touched the ground. To a regular human it would’ve just been a blurr of motion, while to these elven soldiers with quicker senses it was simply brutally fast. 

“Excuse my esteemed Jakaka for beheading your friend here but the Grave Wardens can be a bit protective sometimes,” He said with humor as his second in command cleaned and sheathed his scythe. “Now, I’ll give you an option as it seems my army is ready to move,” Skraal began as he noticed the companies were already forming. 

“Whoever manages to run the fastest gets to keep their lives,” he simply said as his retinue broke their chains. Half of the elves raced forward without hesitation. He motioned to the two Wardens with ranged weapons and they went up into the air. Tytus, armed with nasty looking javelins impaled the three fastest running elves and Drojal who carried a chain tied harpoon killed two of the ones that came briefly after them.

The pair of ranged fighters then threw bolas at the remaining five slowest elves who were still trying to escape and brought them back. Skraal turned to the nine who stayed “Either you are smart or too scared to act, I can’t be sure so only the two who wet themselves I can count on being scared, the rest of you failed the test,” he wasn’t done pronouncing test when the heads of the seven prisoners fell. 

He then addressed the five bola tied elves. “You five reacted slowly or are slow so you also survive for today,” Skraal informed. The scared elves sighed in relief. “However, I can’t guarantee you are not going to try and run again so just as a precaution I’m taking one of your legs,” he added. The elves didn’t have time to protest or even process their sentence when Jakaka began severing their limbs with large swoops of his scythe. 

As the elves cried and bled another of the Grave Wardens one with half of his face badly burned that had changed his name to Roast sealed their wounds with fire. “You tried running, this is the price,” he calmly stated amidst the endless screaming.

“Orders my liege?” Jakaka asked once he finished maiming the prisoners. “Fith Company shall await here if late due reinforcements come, sack these twenty fellows and then escort them to the Grey Mountains Vault. The rest will return to join the first company at the castle,” he said. Once again Jakaka started his intricate and swift show of fire. It had taken many years for them to develop the fire system but nowadays it was like talking. 

Skraal decided to keep the knowledge of these prisoners to himself and set out for the castle at great speed. He arrived there second just after the spider queen and was surprised to see the Dragon there, the wizard was still on top of the castle but the Dragonkin simply pretended he wasn’t there while Bastian’s laughable servants roamed the castle so he had to be near. Ukdur had yet to return and the Lich was nowhere to be found as usual.

“What a surprise to find you here Calemvir,” he stated upon entry. He gave the usual forced nod to the spider and then addressed his lord. “Your excellence, what urgent news have made you summon all of us for a second time?”
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