Vorosh: Hello again, I am here to write about the Colfenor pack's battles against many armies; some lost and some won by the slightest difference; hell, I'll write about the multiplayer on chapter 3, 4 or both; this chapter is about a Special Two-Headed-Giant (which meant all the lands were already down at the table, and they can't be destroyed plus, if a spell or creature is paid by both's mana, both can use it) with my friend Andruil against two unknown guys.
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(The setting is a large swamp, ending in a forest on one side and a large river on the other)
-"Taercenn Andruil, report in!"
-"Are you sure about this Kalathar?"
-"Taercenn Andruil, we will now advance into enemy territory; you will lead the Lys Alana pack while I direct the Colfenor pack; together, we will crush our enemies; we now have enough resources to call all the troops in."
-"Very well Taercenn Kalathar, we will do it together, and the world will tremble in fear!"
The battle started with four Lys Alana Bowmasters scouting the edges of the forest that met the swamp, their keen ears listening for any sound of their faë foe and their lean arms ready to pluck one of the many silverwood shafts into their longbows and shoot anything that made the slightest move towards them; but what they didn't expect was a whole contingent of faeries waiting on the other side, and it took every last bit of cunning and aim -and some help from the Lys Alana pack, which had finally arrived- to take down every last one of them, but only after they had taken down two complete pairs of winnower patrols.
-"Andruil, how is the battle status of your pack?"
-"We are faring well Kalathar, but the giants are proving to be a bit more difficult task to accomplish, we already lost two moonglove winnowers and a Wren's Run vanquisher!"
-"Hmm. . . this is indeed disturbing, do you think it's time to call Them? We haven't done so for a time; I think it's time to teach those faeries and giants a lesson"
The changelings, elves, faë, giants and every other combatatnt stopped dead on their tracks as nine titans entered the fray; the ground shook and the earth blew apart as three of the elemental incarnations entered the combant on the side of the elves: the white,winged elk that was Purity, the armored gigantic green beast that was Vigor and the rampant fire that was Hostility; leading them all were the elf heroes Rhys, his wife Maralene and the commander Nath. But what brought courage into the hearts of the elves and fear into their enemies were Them.
One embodied nature's wildest side, when she creates herds of animals, when she creates every non-sentient living being, when she gre jungles over ruins, and when she decided it's inhabitants needed a lesson taught, she made sure her sons trampled over their own destructors. . .
Another one embodied all that death was, is and will be; she could decide that you shouldn't live to see the battle, or she could also search anywhere at anytime, for death is timeless, but the thing that embodied her was that unique thing death can do. . . she could raise all the armies that had died in the battle, she could call them to her, and no matter how hard had they tried to be enemies in life, death made them all allies under one single general. . .
The last one embodied all that life was, is and will be; he could give life and restore hope to a losing general, or he could give hope, strenght, courage and awareness to the warriors risking their lives in the battlefield, for life can restore and improve anyone who accepts it, but there was one thing unique to life that embodied him. . . he could manifest all that life into tangible objects or creatures, he could take all the hapiness, all the hope, all the dreams and all the life essence the earth and it's sons had, and he could shape it into a tangible lion that grew as more life was given. . .
Their names were Garruk, Liliana and Ajani respectively, they only came as watchers and judges, but their intervention for a side they judged worthy were always devastating for the other side, and there were very few sorvivors left by the mercy of their enemies, but it was done because the tale needed to be told, and the news scattered, there was no other reason to spare their lives, and they should count themselves into the Blessed just for that. . .
The battle ended shortly after the arrival of the three incarnations, the three legends and the three planeswalkers; there was not a surviving giant or fairie in sight, and the blessed nation had once again showed their power and worthiness to all who had witnessed.
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Vorosh: well I hope you enjoyed this dramatizationof a STHG, because I did enjoy doing that funny little word called "overkil", keep waiting for more chapters about other duels.