The Last Alliance of Elves (Kolath x Goddess)

[Kolath]

Calaeron cursed softly looking over the battle field. They were fighting hard and barely holding their own. He stood on a small rock outcropping near the scene of the battle, his archers were not far off using the natural rise in the ground as a vantage point to get better range. Those dirty dark elves were falling to his men but not fast enough, the forces seemed almost equally matched. He cursed the human gods before mounting his large stage and he rode down into the battle itself.

This war had been going on far too long. Even Calaeron prince of the elves knew that but there was nothing that could be done to stop it. The dark elves and high elves had once lived in peace, growing their society to the peak of all those around it. Their great cities covered miles in all directions, their greatest city Faederon was the envy of all even the dwarves had nothing that could compare. They ruled the world of art and culture making great works, that many stood still to this day. That was till one day when the treacherous dark elves suddenly became blood thirsty maniacs, or at least so the stories went.

Now their races were in decline. They had been fighting for over a thousand years, and though the stories were told of how evil the dark elves were, Calaeron couldn't believe that they still wanted this war. The cost in lives was beyond any measure, to both sides. However worse than that the once great cities many now stood in ruin, the capital Faederon little was left of it save some crumbling towers near the center of the field they now fought in.

However this was the duty he had been given to serve his family, the requirement to hold his title. As the eldest son of the house of Fae'laron he was expected to know how to lead elves into battle. He was expected to keep the war going till every last dark elf was destroyed. It didn't matter his own feelings on it, this was his duty and he was honor bound to see it through.

Riding down into the fray he had his glinder wood long bow out and in the blink of an eye fired off three silver shafts ending the fight of three dark elf warriors. His bow was white wrapped in silver, with silver shafts which caught the light as they flew adding power to their strike. Slipping from the back of the stage he knelt sending another shaft into another dark elf warrior. His long silver white hair shone in the light as he rolled away from the strike of another warrior. Two long swords replaced the bow which now rested on his back again, with flashes of blue and gold he cut his way through the horde of dark elves never knowing that a greater danger lurked nearby.

 

[Goddess]

All over the dark elf lands, it was surface elves that were seen as betrayers to their kin. It was the other's pride and the forced expulsion, they said, that destroyed the dark elves ability to trust, leading them to their propensity for battle. It was not evil that drove the elves of the night to kill and destroy, to betray, but the irrational fear of betrayal that was embedded in their culture: betray before you're betrayed; don't trust anyone.

The fervor of the battle and who was winning was pretty much always correlated with the time of day. In any given day, the surface elves would be winning during the light hours and the dark elves during the darkness, but overall, and despite all the deaths, it all stood in a standstill for heavens know how long. The royal family of the Dark Elves had managed to minimize casualties by sending all those with violent tendencies to fight on the war instead of leaving them in their society, where death at each other's hands was common, and instead made it something glorious. Their people's natural distrust towards the world was focused on someone else, leading to better alliances within themselves.

While dozens of their people were injured or even died on a regular basis in their constant battles, the dark elves thrived in war, preferring it to letting the other elves, who even dared call themselves elves with no other word attached, rule. And while Lolith Saren did think little of her distant brethren, she thought the glory of battle and the number of surface elf scalps to her name would compensate for her distance from the throne. This renowned archer would prove that she was far more worthy of being queen than those born before her.

Entering into the battle hooded and cloaked, fighting from the shadows, Lolith took a vantage point and, with a black wooden bow glowing blue with magic, she began shooting down those surface elves with inhuman precision, not one arrow missing its mark. Pushing back her ebony hair from her glowing yellow eyes, she had no intention of getting even close to the fight. With a couple of hundred as her forces, she had every intention of winning this spot for her kind by outsmarting the elves strategically. If she could push the tides of battle even for a few years, the dark elves would be that much closer to winning their home back from those who, according to their legends, expelled them. Because of her vantage point, she was one of the first to see that their petty feud had just gotten a third player, which far overwhelmed either force, and because of her pride, and her negative nature, knew she and her forces could not escape without giving them hell. "Kill! Kill as many as you can! May you find glory in death!"

 

[Kolath]

Calaeron was a fierce fighter and skilled enough to handle most situations thrown at him even any ranged weapons he could dodge or block. At least normally. He suddenly felt a sharp burning in his upper thigh. Looking down he saw an arrow sticking out of his leg. Having to blink slow for a moment he reached down pulling the arrow from his thigh looking at it he was puzzled. "This isn't a dark elf arrow." The arrow was crude by elf standards with an iron head and goose feathers.

Realization dawned on him almost too late as he called out to his forces. "Down arrow volley." His troops responded instantly but even then it wasn't going to be enough. Reaching into himself he touched the core of his being that was born from the great elves of legend, he descended from the great heroes of the elves and as such he had access to power normal elves did not. Invoking the name of one of his ancestor's he pushed that power out spreading a shield of power out around the battlefield, it spread over elf and dark elf alike.

The arrows from the archers that were taking them by surprise hit the white barrier and bounced off. The sheer number of the arrows was staggering and drained him quickly, he knew that had he not done that many on both sides would have died even with their shields up. Calaeron panted slowly looking on as foot soldiers with spears and shields moving in formation closed with his troops. Those that could had tuned to face the closing menace. "Humans..." he spat out the word as he watched his men fighting and dying, almost always felling two humans before they fell themselves but the sheer numbers were just slowly overwhelming the elves.

 

[Goddess]

Lolith's eyes widened as what she believed to be the current troop leader for those flat ears managed to make a large shield of power all over the battlefield, sparing even her own from the human's volley. It didn't take her a second to start the search for him in the battlefield from her high point, and deciding her best chance to survive would be by his side. She'd seen the sheer number of humans they were up against, she knew that even working together, they would not be able to fight them off. They were surrounded from all sides. To get out of this alive, they needed to get the humans to take them alive, no matter how bad it was. Only then could they stand a chance of escaping.

Expertly maneuvering her way between battalions of elves, taking the route where she faced the least humans, she could hear her troops fighting fiercely in an attempt to escape whenever they couldn't let the surface elves take the brunt of the battle. The sounds of battle filled the battle field and her people were getting massacred at about the same rate as the surface elves. With the humans numbers, they were at the very least outnumbered ten to one. Unless someone did something soon, there would be nothing left of either battalion.

"Hey, flat ear, we have to start giving up now, you got that?" She yelled, already only a few meters away from Calereon, her knife work keeping her safe for now, but only becase she was far enough into the crowd. "If no one survives this, we can say goodbye to both of our kingdoms, you know that, right? "

 

[Kolath]

Calereon was focused on the defense of his men and the battle as a whole. His blade flashed cutting down another two humans befoer he turned seeing the dark elf that to him. Suppressing his natural instinct to just cut her down where she stood as she was clearly speaking sense. He looked over the battle looking for something. "I couldn't agree more however." He spun sending a wave of energy out in front of him knocking a path through the combatants. "I would prefer to save as many of my men as I can. If you prefer you can surrender to any low ranked human you meet."

He started forward through the path his magic had cut. he hurried which wasn't something that he normally did as his position as one of the few remaining elvish lords commanded he maintain a certain level of grace. However every moment that he delayed at this point was another death on his head.

Reaching the end of the pathway he started cutting his way through the guards around the commander of the human attack. The look in the faces of the commanders and guards that were rushing him spoke of the fear the felt for the power he wielded. The commander and his seconds raised their swords in a plan to fight him. "Know this humans, that between myself and my friend here." He was saying without even knowing if Lolith had followed him. "We could kill all of you that are standing here though we would die to your sheer numbers. We would take all that can hear us now with you. This can be avoided though as we will surrender to you if you call off your troops letting ours live."