• 714 DR [Year of Doom]
  • Hammer 5 The Flaming Towers (Weeping War: Campaign #9)
    A.K.A.: Iearbytr's Revenge, "Smoke over Sorrow"
    This vengeful squadrons of mezzoloths sought to avenge their fallen commander, Gaulguth, and they did manage to surprise and overtake a few scout groups. Once their presence was discovered closer to the Elven Court ruins, they were surrounded, though not disarmed. Calling an Honor Battle, the mezzoloths faced the angry axes of Clan Narlgold alone, and they all fell by dusk, despite their superior magical weaponry and tactics. This battle started the phrase among Cormanthoans: "There is no more fearsome a sight than the eyes of a dwarf that you've robbed of his heir. Death alone stares back at ye". »

  • Hammer 29 The Lost Trench (Weeping War: Campaign #8)
    A.K.A.: Gaulguth's Bane, Fall of the Fearsome Front, Eight Hammers' Strike, Dumathoin's Hammer, (Battle of) Fletching Green, the Darkness Charge
    One of the greatest battles of the entire Weeping War, the strategies and tactics for this battle had been planned since the Four Fronts War of the previous year with the discovery of old diplomatic-access tunnels from Sarphil under the Old Elven Court ruins. As the Army of Darkness had driven many of the drow from the tunnels, they were empty and ready to be rigged for traps to use against the yugoloths and their allied hordes. In fact, most encounters of the Darkness to this area just north of the ruins, close to the Garrison of Fletching Green.

    After much harrying and taunting, Gaulguth the Berserker and much of his main army were drawn within the Darkwoods by rumors of more magic, an encamped elf army weakened by drow attacks, and an alleged ancient red wyrm awakened by the fray and wishing to join them. As the nine regiments marched towards the Elven Court, they were met by a long succession of preset spells, traps, and elf archers. For most of the first day and night of battle, harassment tactics and delays fo this sort were used by the Allies against the three battalions of Darkness as they closed toward the temple city. By the first light of dawn on the last day of the Year of the Firedrake, Gaulguth and his forces had lost all patience and strategy - exactly as planned by the Allies - and merely charged forward the remaining miles.

    With the Army of Darkness bearing down in a charge, a long line of 40 humans, dwarves, centaurs, and half-elves (the strongest members of the Allied army assembled there, further size- and strength-enhanced by magic) stood, hidden by the fleeting darkness and a blind of leaves and brambles. Each stood at a 7'-long mithral spike that glimmered in their torchlight, and they waited. When the enemy's charge was in hearing range, the dwarf drummers behind the line began pounding a rhythm, and the spikers stood their ground. When the Army of Darkness broke through the trees 200 yards north of them, the drums still pounded and the spikers waited, each with a massive mallet ready. As the horde closed the gap swiftly, the Allies stood ready without fear.

    When they reached a certain point, a flaming arrow arced high over the battlefield. The dwarves' drums sounded once, twice, thrice, and then a thunderous boom accompanied their final beat as the spikers all slammed their mithral spikes into the ground in unison. This collapsed the old tunnels to Sarphil along a mile-long front before them, creating a 150'-deep and 90'-wide pit! Unable to break their charge, most of the Army's battalions were slain within moments, whether buried beneath the rock and soil collapsing beneath and behind them, impaled upon their comrades' spears, or merely crushed beneath the weight of the charging troops that fell atop them!

    Gaulguth, at the head of that charge, erupted from beneath the hundreds of his slain troops, roaring in outrage and fury as he strove to free himself and fly across the gap to battle. Without a second's thought, the half-human, half-dwarf son of Clan Chief Jhax Narlgold ripped the driven-home mithral spike from the wall of the pit. Using his own strength and weight, Anthan Narlgold, heir of Clan Narlgold, threw himself directly down at the still-partially trapped Gaulguth, roared a challenge at the fearsome nycaloth to gain his attention, and impaled the field commander fully through the heart and vitals with the 7'-long solid mithral spike! The roar of victory from the Allied rranks was soon drowned out by horror, as the first fingers of dawn reflected off the ichor- and gore-covered metal of the great axe Heartcleaver. With a blood-bubbling roar of fury, the dying nycaloth swung it high and sank the axe through the dwarf, splitting his slayer in twain as he died.

    Still, Anthan's heroism and the plans and strategies of Captain Selorn, Battlemaster Vuth Steelire, and Clan Chief Jhax Narlgold broke the back of that army. Only two marches of the last regiment of the Darkness charge escaped this battle alive, as archers' fire and magic picked off most as they attempted to flee. The other enemies, if they survived the pit and clambered up their fallen comrades and the pit walls, met their deaths at the hands of a wall of axes, swords, and strafing magic. In all, it took nearly two full days before all enemies before Captain Selorn's army were gone or dead. With only a few heroic sacrifices, the Allies had slain more than 20,000 enemies with almost one collective swing of 40 hammers!

    This event lasts until Midwinter's Dawn, 714 DR.

    Major deaths include:
    Anthan Narlgold, son of Jhax; Gaulguth the Nycaloth, the Agonists, Tormentaar, and Painful battalions of the First Legion. »