[Aezeal]

ouch this has GOT to hurt

On the right side: 5 Niefel Jarls with their subjects 30ish Niefel Giants, also backup with a Jotun scout/prophet and a priest (lvl2). The brave giants have also enlisted the fabled archer in white led by a pegasus rider in their army.

On the other side, the armies of darkness and demons.

About 25 PD in fodder as a screen in front of and between the demons, all misled markata's wanting to give their lives for the false god. Then some 50ish evil demons and half a dozen evil mages and their evil summons, 3 HUGE lumber constructs and several vile clockwork horrors.

The battle starts and right away the mercs move a bit to the front, not able to stay still as commanded. The giants, clinging to tactics stay behind their bravest leaders while the prophet blesses the entire army.. blessed giants, what can stop them.

But then the false prophet also blesses the already fearsome demon, they now seem very speedy, able to block every attack AND with improved stamina. A dark moment for the forces of good.

The next turns all the priests of good banish, doing some damage on the demons also destroying the undead summoned by the evil mages.

While the brave Jarls defend their kin with banishments the evil army advances, waves upon waves of the crazed, fanatic and in the end completely stupid markata advance towards the banishing Jarls. The Jarls are to busy banishing the demons and probably haven't even SEEN the stupid critters so their troops, the now blessed niefel giants advance to intercept the markata horde. While the markata are being slaughtered the Demons also advance behind this wall of small bodies. They overwhelm the leader of the mercenaries and kill some of the archers who then cowardly flee. After the Markata's have been vanquished (the giants all with tears in their eyes for they know the silly little monkeys do not know how they where misled, and now they face a useless death, not doing a single point of damage.) the real battle begins. The demons try to swarm the giants from the sides (in the centre the last of the dying markata fall on a huge pile of small dead bodies.) On the right flank the battle is especially brutal for there the clockwork horrors swipe their razorsharp talons at the frostgiants. The most combative of the Jarls move to help their kin while the other half keeps on banishing and doing major damage along with the priest and the prophet. A cleansing chime of a bell is heard from time to time and when heard some demons suddenly stop existing. The battle is fierce but in the end the giants have the longest breath, the cold is getting to the demons and one after another they fall before the huge and powerfull blows of the famed Jotunlongswords. The last of the demons fall before the holy giants of Jotun and the demon leaders flee the field running in panic while the valliant giants pursue.

A glorious day for the forces of good, but the giants also have losses. 3 of their comerades lie dead on the field. A huge cairn is erected and the giants are surrounded by the blades of fallen enemies. HUge numbers of demon falchions are put into the ground around the bodies inside the cairn. The prophet blesses the cairn so the fallen in this already epic battle will not be forgotten. May they rest in peace while the demons find a new hell to be tormented in by even greater evils.