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The Battle of Wrath's Clutch
Amethain
The battle is nearing and an uneasy silence falls over the camp.  There is no more continuous taunting by Kane and his ally Dusk.  All is silent, the calm before the storm. I hear a call, " All wardens to the outpost for a pre-battle meeting." With my pulse pounding I enter into the Officer's building.  I know while we are having our counsel of war, the other races are as well.  Orcs, Men, and Dwarves alike, all planning the same massive assault on the undead keep of Wrath's Clutch.  Our officers decide upon a plan, I am to assist in a flanking manouvere base with two other wardens.  We set out from the base long before the battle is to begin. ::We circle far around the enemy's fortress and reach the far side of Wrath's Clutch.  From there I was seperated from the other two wardens.  Unsure of what to do I returned to the outpost and joined the main assault against the Clutch.  I was uneasy and fearful,  the undead's thunder roared across the battlefield.  The battle cry sounds and we race across the open sands to the relative safety provided by the walls.  The undead lightning was striking all around us, my head began to throb from the endless noise.  The walls were breached and we flood into the Clutch.  I was running through those dark and narrow passages searching for enemies, when I hear a shout and cry of death. It was an elf, I see the villian who killed my kin and give pursuit.  He turned a moment too late, as I bring my iron sword crashing through his head, thus ending his corrupted life. ::The thunder has lessened considerably as I make my way into the courtyard, where a great battle was underway.  The foul undead had summoned ungodly amounts of skeletons, zombies and and other abominable creatures.  The dwarves were nowhere to be seen and the men and elves were losing strength.  After the creatures had been vanquished we searched the keep looking for the undead necromancers.  I descended into the lower levels of the keep which lead underground.  I was attacked from behind and knocked unconscious. ::My head throbbed mercilessly when I awoke, I had been stripped of all my armor and weaponry.  I cautiously crept up the stairs and came upon a set of iron armour which I promptly put on.  I had a set of armor but nothing to fight with except my hands. I returned to the ground level of the keep only to find the battle raging on.  The wardens had managed to corner the damned undead in their spires, but were unable to overcome them.  I ran seeking shelter as lightning smote the ground all around me.  I felt the intense heat burn my flesh and nearly cook me alive in the iron armor. ::Making quick glance up the spire I see the undead spewing lightning and fire across the battlefield.  I see Wrath himself laying waste to our troops with his magical golden staff and dark powers.  I dive for cover as another blast of lightning and fire ignites the battlefield of Wrath's Clutch.  I see many bodies falling off the tall tower, as well as much weaponry and tools falling into the shallow waters.  I dive into the water and gather as many tools and weapons as I can hold.  In the safety of the ruined clutch  I examined what I had gathered.  A few stone implements, chain armor, and a magical staff like I had seen Wrath using to destroy our men.  I did not want the enemy to re-obtain one of these powerful staves o I left for a short while the battle to ensure the safety of the magic staff.  Upon arriving back at the forward walls of our base I see one of my superiors, Glade Guard Arthane Lazul. I showed him the staff and placed it into his care for the remainder of the battle. ::I then returned to the front lines, and could see that the battle had raged on while I was away.  Through the noise of battle I faintly hear a lady shouting.  I was unaware who she was, as I could not see her.  I realized that she was in distress when she began shouting about how she was at the top of the spire held captive by the undead sorcerors.  There was a large hole in the wall at the bottom of the spire, which opened to the ladder, which led to the top of the spire.  Me and our allies fought our way to the floor below the roof only to find obsidian blocking further acension.  We were stalled for a while in this room before I dislodged some of the cobblestone from the walls and created a way up to the roof of the spire.  We leaped onto the rooftop and began destroying every evil creature in sight.  The lady was screaming throughout the whole fight, which did not last long.  With the tower won, and the fell creatures subdued we began our descent with the lady.  She was quickly escorted off of the battlefield whilst I returned to the ever raging battle. ::Lighting poured down once again with renewed energy and I hear Ariel shout "Flee my followers!"  All of the leaders began shouting "Retreat! Back to the outpost!"  Our entire army ran through the gates as massive explosions began to shake the entire outer wall.  I a shout "Put out those fires!"  I raced to the walltop with many others and we beat out the flames.  It felt like a losing battle against the fires, as I would put one out ten more would spring up from the constant downpour of lightning.  I can see the flashes everywhere, the roaring of the thunder is almost unbearable now. ::I then hear a loud cheer arise from the ranks "HUZZAH! The battle is won!"  Wrath had been defeated.  I felt only sorrow at this moment. Yes, Wrath had been defeated, but at what cost? I look out over the battlefield and tears sprang to my eyes.  Fires still raged across the across the trees nearby and many brave souls bodies burned in the morning light. The undead necromancer must have paid close attention to the beautiful trees surrounding the battlefield as they were burning out of control.  I could only watch in agony as they burned to the ground.  I wept that day for all my fallen comrades many of whom I did not know their names. ::The Clutch is being reclaimed by nature, grass springs up out of the scorched ground inside the courtyard.  Trees and flowers were planted there as well.  I wander aimlessly through the bloodied ruins.  From the walltop I see Prince Mylas erecting a memorial for our fallen kin. The battle of Wrath's Clutch is over.  We have won.  I shall never forget the valiant oldiers who gave their lives to remove the foul undead from the land.  Here I end my tale of the battle of Wrath's Clutch.  ~Warden Initiate Amethain