Dragons and Thrones: Final War – Doom Upon All The World
Chapter 27 of my crossover story, not as long as the other battle chapters but only because, there wasn't really much else to do with the Battle of the Arbor Wilds, the main threat was already dealt with, anyway, enjoy.
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Alistair
Gathering his forces as the battle continued to rage, Alistair raised his sword.
"To me, warriors of Ferelden to me!" He cried. "We must fight on, we can win this, join with the Orlesians and beat back the enemy!"
There was a resounding cheer from his allies and, sword and shield at the ready, Alistair led the charge against the Venatori assembled and waiting. With swift precision he cut down the first Venatori warrior he came to, causing disruption and allowing his allies to charge right in, breaking up the enemy shield wall.
'We have to keep going, we can't give up, we can't...' He told himself.
All the same he was concerned, after so long being pinned down, it was hard to restore morale, but he had to keep his men strong. He spotted Orlesian forces on either side, flanking the enemy. He began to notice.
'Their numbers are smaller now...' He was relieved to note. 'We may finally hold the advantage, the battle could be going our way, we are able to now flank them...'
It was a desperate hope he knew, but right now, any hope was something they needed.
"Keep fighting, don't let them regroup!" He cried. "We must hurry!"
His men fought all the harder, as did he, cutting down as many Venatori as he could while the remaining forces began attempting to encircle their enemy.
It was then he heard the shouts, the Venatori were crying out, sounding dismayed, mixed in were cheers from the Orlesians, and even some of the Fereldens who had joined the flanking attacks.
'What…?'
He soon got his answer and gasped. For riding through the battlefield was one of Briala's Elves, bearing with them the head of Magister Erimond; he recalled the plans discussed before the battle, Briala's scheme, he had succeeded. Erimond was dead and now, the entire Venatori army was seeing it for themselves, they were leaderless.
Alistair jumped on his chance. "Strike now, the head has been removed, but we must still destroy the body!"
With more cheers, the attack resumed in earnest and immediately a difference was notable. Alistair grinned as he cut down two attacking Venatori and saw how the tide was rapidly turning.
He saw how Erimond's death had affected morale. 'The Venatori have lost all theirs, they are panicking...Meanwhile, our morale soars and we fight on, refreshed and more confident...'
It was of course having an immediate effect, their morale deflated the Venatori were unable to put up much resistance and so, with Alistair leading the final charge, they were able to utterly rout and destroy the Venatori forces. There were no escapes, those that survived, surrendered and were taken prisoner, the battle was over.
Regrouping and slowly recovering, Alistair was relieved to see that, while Briala had been taken to have her wounds treated, she had made it through the battle, as had Celene and Morrigan, who both seemed to escape with only minor injuries, they recounted what had happened to them after his arrival and he was relieved they had survived.
'We never expected an assassination attempt, that was careless of us.' He thought bitterly. "Still, we survived and the battle is over...We can be grateful for that, although I'm sure many of us, myself included, are surprised to be alive...but glad to, we've struck a blow to Corypheus this day."
Celene smiled. "That we did, King Alistair, I can only hope this marks the beginning of our best chance for peace, that it will emerge before long."
"As do I..." He agreed quietly.
For indeed, while they had been successful, they currently had no way of knowing how the rest of the battles had gone, had their allies also succeeded. For they knew Corypheus just needed one opening to succeed, one victory over any of the three allied forces for his plan to work.
Alistair could see the others were anxious too. 'It would be bad enough, for us to have fought like this, only to find it was all for nothing, there must be...'
At that moment there came a shout and he turned, it was one of their Mages. His words left them overjoyed, he had repaired their magical communication device at last and had successfully contacted their allies in Essos. They had also won, Alistair grinned things were looking more hopeful, but he knew they weren't over yet. There was still no word after all, on what the situation in Westeros was.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.