DAY OF THE DARK SUN
The morning sun casts it's rays upon the great city of elves with all it's strength. The armies of elves, humans and werewolves are very engaged in the battlefield making sure every battle element is ready.
The walls are brimming with every kind of arsenal, the elvish ones very strange. The figurehead protruding from the mammoth walls are being fed with cannon balls. The top of the walls are filled with rows upon rows of automatic crossbows. Behind them are mammoth elvish trebuchets with piles of projectiles that contain blackpowder and shrapnel to maximize damage.
Below the walls are are catapults with piles of quicklime. The projectiles are meant to burn through the armour and skin of the enemy.
Carts pulled by horses rush back and forth carrying caltrops to m*
