"The Armsman motioned to the veteran Mercenary; that one raised his
shield TO the Ranger, fixing his gaze with a sardonic grin. Amazed
beyond belief, the Ranger looked at the proffered guild device: A two
headed...bird of prey on a field of brown and red?!
With dawning horror the Troll below tried to run, only to find he was
rooted where he stood! Above him, the Ranger's last sensation was the
hammerblow from the "weak" Scout's longbow, his last sight was of
battlements erupting in light, crumbling, his last sound a war cry
ringing from the Mercenary's throat:"
---Excerpt from "The Alliance: WARCRY"
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