The effectual struggle

As soon as the explosions started Galan knew they were doomed, but he had to hold on. He had to hold on to just a shadow of hope, had to hold on to the fact that despite everything faith, goodness, and virtue would conquer the forces or destruction. He believed that, he honestly did- he just didn't know if he would live to see it.

As pieces of the camp flew in various directions, the light and fire from the explosions revealed the DOOMGuard infantry seeming to just materialize from the darkness of the night marching like an unstoppable tidal wave toward the disorganized human troops. Wyverns screeched overhead their riders pulling a net between them that strained at carrying the weight of its capture. Full of What? Lucian thought to himself as they openned the net. Like an avalanche the heads of elves rained down on the ranks on soliders bracing for the overpowering rush approaching them. The Enron army. Thats where the Doomguard where, off destroying them. They bought us mere days with their lives, worth nothing if the men's heart's fail them.

An armored lizard running on its back two feet is the first to reach Galan. Though, even as Galan lifted his blade the lizard falls dead as hand axe appeared just beneath his jaw. Looking the direction the axe must have come, Galan sees him--Hope. There stood Raquel Al-Shatel, Vanquiser of Shadow, Hunter of the Horseman, Avatar of Hajama a legend, no a myth. His worn leathery hands swept back a collection of dark blond hair that must have fell into his eyes as he threw the axe. Behind the 6 foot tall Paladin, stood 50 to 60 men holding Banners of the Isle of the Winds, Geneva , Dwarves, Mei Kong Valley, Crystal Empire, Talyun and more. Not many men and too many of them holding banners to be useful Galan thought but only in passing. If Raquel was here, victory was assured. When he spoke kings and servants alike listenned. Men served him because they believed in him. Galan believed in him. It was as if by simply arriving he brought with him the strength a thousand great men. Then he spoke to everyone at once the world pausing in silence to hear him, "Hold this line! Mages are setting up Teleport gates behind you to bring in reinforcements. Do not fall back from this spot. Light win the Day!" Cheers echoes as men prepared to die.

Augmenting the line of Galan's human troops were now powerful leaders of the nations of the World. Drakus True hammer - Leader of the Truehammer dwarves, altered by a curse he stood 7 feet tall and weilded two battle axes too big for most men. He would stand eye to eye with dragons and not budge.
Elaine Mogath Silvermoon led the Crystal Empire forces and the Church of Logar. Taken by the god as a small child and trained for hundreds of years in his doctrine and hatred for evil, and love of his sword. She now stood more dangerous and zealous than she was beautiful though she did not lack in beauty.
Jeric Windstar was a Showgun Master. A religious order when felt through the cosmic force of the universe and made miracles happen. Carrying two light blades and standing with a calm serneity he braced himself for the onslaught. Fear was not a distant thought to his mind--it did not exist.

"Lucian take the SkyRiders and bring down those Wyverns." Raquel ordered as he moved to a commanding positions behind the line. Lucian had moved to follow the command almost before it was done being given.

With renewed strength that could not have been achieved with weeks of training, eating and resting the men poised now fighting for something even greater than their lives. They were fighitng for him, and for the Isle--the Bastin of Truth and Light. Even if every man there lost their lives they would now do so with honor and courage and that means-The day would be won!