Chapter V

At dawn 2 scouts set out from the city. They rode together northwards. They traveled on horse for 2 days. After finding nothing in the rolling hills and rocks however, they turned around and headed back. On the first night there camp was ambushed by twelve gargoyles. Try as they may, the scouts were no match and were easily killed.

From the city 2 more scouts set out northward to find them and 2 other scouts set out westward. The west-bound scouts went out for a day before they got ambushed by the same twelve gargoyles. The scouts were walking through a narrow canyon when 12 statues of gargoyles suddenly broke apart and attacked. The scouts were much faster to react, killing off four before the other eight swerved, then attacked again, there yellow, bat-like blades slicing through one of the scouts. The other managed to take out two more before he dismounted and quickly hid most of his body behind a rock and shot the others down for they had all flown at him in a straightish line, making it a much easier shot.

After a rest and a brief mourning for his friend, the scout covered the body strapped it to the other horse, and sent it back to the city. After that the scout rode on westward. Two days later the scout came upon the undead encampment. There he saw an army, what he guessed at, 200K units. The scout also noticed a large black gate with a green shimmering field instead of metal. From this more troops were constantly arriving. After a few mental pictures, the scout set off back to the city with the news.

"So, they have been gathering," said Devist to himself after listening to the scout, "tell the orcs, elves, and men to step up production and training. Get those smiths to speed up arrow production to."

"Yes sir." The scout bowed and ran off with the message.

Devist turned back to watch the tower building and the troops training. For long past noon and dusk he stood there, trying to think of a good defense for the city.

"How are the troops coming through Bastien?"

"Very well m lord, only fifteen to twenty thousand more, we are more then half-way through."

"Good, are all the roads near the city guarded well like I asked? We don't want another scout getting through, especially with The Weapon on the way."

"Completely watched and guarded my lord. Will there be anything else?"

"No, just make sure to tell me when it's coming."

Bastien bowed and left his master to his thoughts.

At the next dawn, 40 men with horses pulling wagons set out to each ruined fort. It took them a day to get to the first fort, and there they spent the night. In the morning they raided the fort of anything they could find. They continued on to raid 4 more forts before resting again for the night. The next day all the full carts were sent back to the city whilst the rest continued on for two more days. After all the forts were empty the wagons returned to the city with the goods.

Once back in the city, each wagon was emptied in rooms according to there contents. The raiding allowed for many more arrows per archer and for most everyone to have armor.

Up along the wall and in the towers there were baskets of arrows hold up to around one hundred and twenty arrows in spots of about every 5 people. These were all filled to the max, some more then max. The army had there old swords replaced or fixed. The old swords were melted more other uses. Shields and bows were replaced to the extent that they could, gates were reinforced, and a small wall of wooden spikes was set up in front of the towers and protectors who were before the city wall itself.

After a week of work there was another wall of towers and protectors behind and in front of two wooden walls and the army was greatly trained and ready for war.

"Devist, you wished to see me?" asked Enowa to Devist's bowed head.

"Yes, thank you for coming. One of your skills is to make an immortal owl scout right?"
"Yes, why?"

"Well, we need to spy on the undead, but the path is surely guarded heavily."

"Ahh, well lets see here…" Enowa muttered some evlish and a green owl appeared.

"This wont do, green won't last a day!" Enowa continued to speak in elvish, every now and then flashing her hands towards the owl. The owl continued to change colours, blue to indigo, violet, octamarine, and finally to scintillating.

"There, this owl shall last for a week. I have put a good fourth of my own mana into it."

Devist smiled at Enowa as she sent the owl off into the night.

"It is here my lord!" shouted Bastien

"Let us go then!"
Bastien nodded and followed his master outside. Once they got out there they saw a huge wooden triangle coming out of the portal. As they continued to watch the thing continued to come into the field. Eventually it was out fully. It was a huge wooden triangular prism with a large wood log hanging on chairs in the center. Bastien smiled at the ram, then suddenly turned his head upwards just in time to see a scintillating owl flying off towards the human city.