From a distance off, the leader of the Elves circled on his flying Dragonbane. His keen eyesight watched in sadness as the evil Dwarves murdered the occupants of the tower. The Elven Lord wished he could have saved those poor souls. They had never done harm to another, and had lived in the forest in harmony with nature for a long time, unlike most humans he had encountered. The Dwarves had destroyed their lives without a second thought. He shook his head in sorrow, but what more could be expected from these vermin. Ever since they had emerged from their den of vipers, high up in the Coral Mountains, they have left a path of death and destruction wherever they went. He hoped that their rein of terror would end here, at the final resting place of their latest victims.
The Elven lord carefully studied the Dwarven deployment. Two warbands of crossbowmen with two Marksmen manned the roof. A Talon lord and a warband of Mallet warriors guarded the lower level of the tower. He did not think this battle would be a difficult one. With a wave of his arm, his men advanced on the tower from two directions. One flank consisted of Axemen and archers, while the main force had Militia, Axemen, his famed Lotus Guard, and his Blue Lotus-Eater. He and his brother, both mounted on flying Dragonbanes, where to take the top of the tower as fast as they could.
The Dwarven crossbowmen raised the alarm when the elves first emerged from the woods, and let fly a volley of crossbow bolts felling two axemen. The Elven lord signaled his Lotus eater then flew straight towards the tower roof. The Lotus-eater began chanting and a shimmering blue sphere surrounded the Elven Lord so the crossbow bolts bounced harmlessly off it, leaving the Lord unscathed. The Lord�s brother flew in close formation behind him, staying out of the line of fire. The Dwarven Marksmen seeing the danger abandoned their men and retreated inside the tower taking positions at the windows in the level below hoping to escape the dragonbanes. The flying Dragonbanes crashed into the remaining crossbowmen with a vengeance. Lance and claw ripped through the Dwarven armor leaving the dead and dying sprawled around the roof like discarded toys. The dwarves panicked and attempted to run from the deadly knights, and some even ran towards the edge of the roof intending to leap over the ramparts. But the speed and skill of the Elven knights cut them down to a man before they could even take more than a couple of steps.
The main Elven force was able to reach the base of the tower losing only a single militia, and then set up to await the signal to charge in. Suddenly a Dwarven flamethrower appeared in the doorway and set two more militia and an axemen aflame before the flamethrower was destroyed, and it�s wielders dispatched, by a Crystal Knight.
The Blue lotus eater cast his next spell lifting the unharmed warband of axemen from the field and set them down inside the tower�s second level even as the expert Elven archers slew the two marksmen still standing in the windows. On the signal from the Lotus-eater, the Axemen charged down the stairs as the Militia and Lotus Guard charge through the front entrance. The fighting was fierce but short. Several more militia fell to the mallets of the Dwarves, but in the end no Dwarves remained alive. The last to fall was their detestable Talon lord, who had hid behind his own men in terror watching them die, until the last possible moment.
The Elves spend the rest of the day gathering the dead and building a funeral pyre. The Dwarven corpses they simply threw into the surrounding forest to feed to wild animals. Such was the treatment afforded criminals. At dusk they lit the funeral pyre and the night sky was illuminated with its glow as the Elves sang a mournful dirge. Their only comfort came with knowing that the villainous Dwarves had finally come to justice.