Emerald Dragon

* Base

*A damp mist covered the plateau beneath the mountains dividing AvLee and Dejya that day. The sky was darker than it should have been, blotted out by the massive wings of spectral dragons. The sounds of a dying battle echoed far and wide. Screams of anguish and terror filled the air. A great battle had just taken place. You see, nothing can stand against an army with no need for sleep or rest whilst devoid of emotions and pain. And led by one of the most brilliant tactical minds Enroth had ever seen, King Gryphonheart himself. The assault on the garrison was a success. An innumerable number of corpses covered the battlefield, cut up, torn asunder, or annihilated by necromantic magic. Blades, bows, axes, shields... whatever they had now littered the ground while the hordes feasted on their remains.*
The armoured figure was slowly moving towards the base of the mountains where a small band of AvLee's elite, the Forest Guard, were prepared to make their final stand in the last small fort built into the mountain itself. By now, the undead horde encircled the fort, ready to attack at Gryphonheart's behest. He, however, had a different idea, so he gave no such order as he moved through the horde. The door opened and a red-haired figure sporting a bow walked out to meet Gryphonheat. The undead general opened his grinning mouth: 'You shall make a fine addition to our army,' his voice cold as the void. 'You think you won? You think us trapped and defeated, Lich?' Gelu taunted. 'Our brothers and sisters have not died in vain.' His lips curled into a sly smile. 'We have prepared for your arrival,' he said as he suddenly jumped back and shot a magical arrow mid-air towards the mountains.

'NOW!' Gelu yelled as he landed at the gates of the fort. The hordes charged after him but he just stepped back and promptly shut the door. Gryphonheart had barely time to utter a command when the ground began rumbling. The whole mountain seemed to be shaking... suddenly, the darkness was cleft in twain with a thunderous sound and emerald wings expanded, covering the whole area with a light that fueled Gelu's anger further. An emerald light started tearing into the undead behemoths above the air. Claws were ripping into everything in their vicinity and a maw with jade teeth was chomping at undead dragons, killing them but with a bite or a cleave... The beasts were hitting the ground, dead or dying, as a gargantuan Emerald Dragon landed between the fort and the undead horde. A majestic roar erupted from its throat and it filled the elven defenders with a surge of power, unlike anything they felt so far. Their strength returned, their wounds healed, their hope restored, and their anger flared.

The grand dragon turned towards the approaching Dragon Watchers and let out a warcry: 'Kill them all, for the future of AvLeer The Watchers tore through the horde which quickly broke and ran. Gelu walked out of the fort to observe the spectacle, grinning. A long-haired woman in green battle armour followed him. Gelu turned to her: 'I told you it would work, Melodia' She smiled as they searched for their enemy. Alas, with no success, as Gryphonheart just disappeared. Melodia walked up to the Dragon and placed her hand on the magnificent beast. 'Thank you, old friend. Your return marks a new dawn for AvLee.' The Dragon locked eyes with Gelu and Melodia, gave a warm smile, and turned towards the fleeing undead. The dragon grinned proudly as a flash of emerald and golden energy erupted from its mouth, obliderating all undead unlucky enough to be caught in the blast. Within minutes, the battle was over. Gelu knew the Emerald dragon joining their cause would change everything. He thought AvLee will finally become strong again. He was not wrong.

# Skills

\*Each Unit can only use one of the 'Red' tier skills at a time. However, the player may freely choose between them out of combat for each individual Unit, similarly to Awakened abilities choices.

# Talents

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