Dragons and Thrones: Final War – Doom Upon All The World

Chapter 22 of my crossover story, enjoy.

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Briala

If it were not for the clash of battle, quite close by, Briala could almost swear the woods were peaceful. The Arbor Wilds, once part of the Dales, of her people's second homeland, still seemed beautiful and mystical, despite the fact they were fighting a war here. Briala focused however as she slid silently through the trees, allowing the green canopy of leaves and foliage to mask her movements.

'Celene gave me my orders, I have to act quickly, starting with the Red Templar archers and then...Magister Erimond.' She thought to herself.

She knew this battle was vital, luckily she had also convinced all the Elves that had joined her that it was vital too. They knew, had listened to her, and understood. They couldn't just sit this battle out, even if it meant joining with the humans, for if they did nothing they would be doomed. No matter who won there would be no chance for them.

While many had asked why they should help the humans fight against this enemy when their own battle for freedom was not yet finished, Briala had to reply.

'I gave them the honest answer.' She reflected. 'If we do not help, the true enemy wins and then, freedom is meaningless as we'd all be slaughtered anyway...'

She knew Celene's decision to name her Marquis of the Dales was but the first step, but she was glad Celene had done so, for a different reason. It spoke also of Celene's intent to see things change and also served as a symbol of Celene's new level of trust in her.

This new level of trust came with their reconciliation, a new depth to their love.

'I will do everything in my power, to prove that trust, just as Celene is trying to do as well.' She thought, determined.

As she advanced towards her target she stopped as she took note of a small pocket of warriors who were struggling against their enemy. She raised one of her daggers, ready.

She knew that she had to hurry. 'But I cannot just leave them like this...I must help.'

With that she leapt into the fray, catching her enemies off-guard. There were shouts of surprise before the allied forces rallied.

"Who would be next?" Briala taunted as she straightened up from the Venatori she had killed and glared at the remaining ones.

As she said this, she heard the advance and knew her allies, just behind her, were moving to attack too. Grinning she took advantage of this and threw a knife before leaping into battle. Helping her allies cut through the current enemy onslaught she noted with relief that, despite the casualties they had sustained thus far, the enemy numbers were finally thinning.

'We could be in with a real chance to win this, but only if we stay focused.'

With that she pressed on, determined to fulfil her duty. It didn't stop her from helping though as she took down another pocket of Venatori resistance against them and also used a throwing knife to save the life of King Alistair who saluted her with his sword by way of thanks.

She resumed her focus however and soon reached her position; as she had arranged beforehand, her fellow Elves had already arrived. She had spoken to them about their mission after receiving Celene's orders and they had all set out separately in order to maintain the element of surprise and to cover more ground, in case there were any hidden groups they could warn the main army about.

At least three ambushes had been foiled this way, much to the frustration of the Venatori force which found the allied forces holding fast against them, but still coming under fire from the Red Templar archers.

"This is it." She whispered to her Elves. "We turn the tide of the battle here...We must stop these archers."

She and her Elves had crept up behind the archers and were ready to dispatch them swiftly and without fuss. It wouldn't be easy, knowing what the inhuman warriors were capable of, but the element of surprise would be their greatest ally here. With a nod she readied her weapon, as did the others.

Then, they struck; it was a close call, at the last second the Red Templars heard them, but they were able to strike before they could defend themselves and struck them in vital spots, killing them quickly.

'I would have hated to fight them, knowing how strong they are, but still.' She thought before smiling.

As she smiled she observed the battle, without the deadly arrows raining down on them anymore, the allied forces gained heart and struck forth, already dealing damage. Although the enemy was still dangerous. Briala gave her instructions to her Elves before leaving him, she still had one more task to complete.

Her stealthy approach worked better than she hoped and now she was positioned perfectly, she could see her target. Standing atop one of the ancient structures, glaring with contempt at the battle raging ahead of his position, Magister Erimond presented her main target.

'Nevertheless, I must be cautious...He will have defences, not to mention he is a Mage, he is dangerous beyond imagining...' She noted.

She had no more throwing knives which made this harder, but she did what she could. Her strike was hard and swift, creeping up behind Erimond from a higher point of the structure, then falling on top of him, dagger poised. He cried out in anger and shock, her dagger injured him, but whatever magical wards he had prevented a clean kill.

"Fool!"

She cried out as the magic blasted her back but quickly recovered. Standing to face her Erimond sneered.

"Oh look, a worthless slave, getting ideas above it's station." He taunted. "Well, Elf, I hope you are ready for..."

He was cut off when Briala attacked again, forcing him to dodge. With a growl he attempted to attack with magic, but she dodged that too. She couldn't take any chances, she had to end this quick. Luckily she had just the thing, a specially made dagger, designed for fighting Mages, and for breaking through wards.

She drew it now, feigned weakness and, when Erimond tried to close in to attack, no doubt looking to gloat again, she struck. The colour drained from his face as he realized his error, saw the dagger protruding from his heart. But then, before he collapsed, dead, he smirked, something which disturbed Briala greatly.

Her answer came when she searched his body. Horror filled her as she realized how he had prepared for even this eventuality; he had hired assassins to attack Celene, worse, the attack was apparently due to happen right now.

Abandoning all other thoughts, Briala leapt into action, hurrying desperately, attempting to return to Celene before it was too late.

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