Thirty
The Battle
Autumn 961 MC
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King Dathen of the Twelve Clans read the note. He swore profusely, crumpling the paper and tossing it to the ground.
"Is something amiss, Sire?" asked Carmus.
"Yes," fumed the king, "those damned Kurathians have turned east, just as they were about to destroy Leofric."
"But why?" asked the mage.
"It seems there is a second army."
"Another army? Surely not, Sire," the Fire Mage protested.
"It matters not," dismissed the king. "We still have enough men to destroy the Weldwyn army. Form the men into a solid mass; we're going to punch straight through the middle."
"Is that wise, Your Majesty? Surely the losses will be tremendous?"
"Tremendous? What do we care, as long as we defeat Weldwyn once and for all? We've waited centuries for this oppo
