They would give the Dwarves the best they had; the Knight had archers stationed on the roof of the tower and more guarding the entrance. He and his swordsmen held the bottom floor while the Blue Lotus eater and the Axemen held the floor above. All of these men where his friends, and they had survived several battles together. Today they would most likely die together at the hands of the foul and treacherous dwarves. He intended to die with honor and to avenge as many of his murdered brethren as possible. Suddenly, his thoughts where interrupted by Dwarven war horns, it had begun.
The Dwarves brought no missile weapons, and counted on sheer numbers, speed and brawn to rush the tower. They came from all directions at once charging towards the tower. The Elven archers fired but the heavy Dwarven armor deflected all but a few of the arrows. The archers stationed at the front of the tower where quickly rushed by a Totem, a Tusked Raider and a Keeper, three of their number killed where they stood even as they continued firing arrows. The Blue lotus Eater seeing an opportunity that could not be passed up traced a glowing rune in the air and pointed to the axemen around him on the second floor of the tower. Magically they where lifted from the tower and landed all around the three Dwarven heroes hacking at the Elven archers. The deadly heavy axes of the elves cleaved into the unsuspecting Dwarven invaders before they knew what was happening. Before the Dwarves could even respond, their prized Blood Totem, Keeper, and Tusked raider lay dead. The Lotus-eater seeing that the Axemen had accomplished their goal, he once again cast his spell and pulled the axemen back into the tower, not one had been lost.
The two remaining archers in front of the tower bravely stood their ground fighting even as a sea of dwarves washed over them. The final blood totem, seeing that it was too big to enter the tower, leapt onto the tower itself and began climbing. The Elven archers at the top saw that all their targets where now safely beneath the towers ramparts, so wisely decided to abandon the roof and offer their support inside the tower. When the totem attained the roof. He bellowed his victory, and then seeing that he had nothing to do, he sat down and began preening himself as the fighting continued below.
Dwarves where just beginning to stream into the bottom level of the tower when once again, the Elven axemen appeared to the rear of the Dwarven horde. The heavy axes rose and fell in a continuous rhythm, with Dwarven body parts flying in all directions. So much blood and gore now covered the tireless axemen that they appeared to be some kind of undead monsters. Two more Tusked raiders and a full warband of Dwarves fell before the righteous axemen before the dim-witted dwarves even knew they had an enemy in their rear. But the startled Dwarves eventually reacted and swarmed at the axemen losing many of their number to the vengeful axes. The dwarves finally succeeded in overpowering the small number of axemen with sheer numbers, but the dwarves had paid a steep price for their victory.
Inside the tower the bodies of the dead dwarves could not be counted, their blood flooding the lower level of the tower making footing precarious. The elves gave their ground slowly, making the Dwarves pay for every step, but also paying a price of their own. The Elven archers stormed into the lower level from above to give what support they could. Even the Blue Lotus Eater, not having any spells left, charged down the stairs, drew his never before used Longsword, and cleaved through the head of the nearest dwarf. The Dwarf fell dead with a look of surprise forever etched on his face. The Crystal Knight fought valiantly in the center, his men dying all around him. At least four dead dwarves lay in a circle around him, but even he could not last forever. Finally a rush of dwarves bowled over him and he disappeared below their pounding fists.
In the end, no Elves remained. But they had fought the good fight, and had died a warrior�s death to a man. Over two-thirds of the murderous Dwarven horde would no longer slaughter innocents, and would now serve only as a monument to the small band of heroic elves that had dared to stand up to them. What few Dwarven survivors there where, limped away from the tower holding injuries, too tired to even bury their own dead, it seems that fighting Elves who where able to fight back had not turned out the way that they had thought it would.