[Amhazair]

To liven things up a bit:


Hagathor inhaled deeply, the smell of smoke, charcoal and burning flesh filling his lungs and lifting his spirits. The enemy had actually put up a good fight, for mere humans. The infantry, clad in their heavy black plate armour, strong enough to turn away the blows from lesser beings, and supported by several large drakes pulled from the bowels of the earth had shown remarkable courage rushing on through the storms of fire called down by him and his brethren, and had actually managed to hold fast for a little while, untill at last their fragile flesh started blackening from the mere presence of the proud Abyssian bodies in front of them. A hundred archers had filled the sky with a cloud of arrows as thick as the cloud of smoke rising from their target's bodies, so thick that some even managed to penetrate our warriors armor, and on the left flank a spirited charge from the enemies so-called black knights had briefly threatened to break through the Abyssian battle-lines, before they were finally surrounded and pulled from their horses by sheer weight of numbers.

But in the end all the humans courage availed them little. After all, who could withstand the power of the fire burning in the chosen people of Abyssia's veins? Or the burning fires falling from the sky at his orders of course... A soft chuckle escaped from his lips. While it was true that his army had suffered some losses, Ulm had lost every single one of those brave - or foolish - armour clad soldiers it had send his way, wether on foot or by horse. Only a few score archers had managed to flee the battlefield, the fire burning hot on their heels.

After this battle, and the even more decisive one from only a few months ago, little remained of the once-proud Ulmish armies, and their Capitol lay only some weeks march away from the battlefield.

As first human nation in the world (probably much to Marignon's envy) Ulm had come to understand the true power of fire...