Warlord Van Alstyne studied the results of his last set of orders. Sitting in the ancient throne gave him an awareness of the entire landscape. His mind had translated that awareness into a mental image of a battle map. He could see the various units maneuvering around each other. The elven commanders were very canny creating formations and battle plans that would normally have devastated any force trying to invade. However, the Warlord’s ability to see their movements allowed him to easily outmaneuver them. The elves proved to be vicious fighters though. Even with his ability to oversee and counter the elven tactics, he still had to outnumber them nearly three-to-one to be sure of winning. The Karnasian undead hordes were little more than grinder fodder for the battle lines. He tended to use them to wear out the front line fighters and draw as much of the elven magics as possible before moving in the living units. The battles were starting to tell on the Karnasian necromancers. He had held back on the wolves and beholders before now, but when a couple of the necromancers went down losing their entire units of undead, it seemed time to change tactics himself. The biggest tactical advantage that he had allowed the elves to keep were the trees. They were beautiful majestic things that put the forests elsewhere in the world to shame. Trees in the rest of the world looked shrunken and shriveled compared to those and he just couldn’t bring himself to do any more damage to those trees than absolutely necessary. But the elves fought for every inch of ground. There was never any holding back and prisoners had to be watched constantly or they would fight to free themselves. Seeing the way they defended the trees made Van Alstyne wonder sometimes about the reasons for their attacks upon the outside world.
This war was taking its toll on him as well. He could tell that using the throne was drawing energy from his body, and at his age, he didn’t have a lot of energy to spare. If he didn’t manage to conclude things within a few months, he might not survive the war. But, was a warrior born and would do his duty, no matter the cost. He’d trained his grandson the same. After watching some of the actions through the throne, Van Alstyne gave some more orders , took a light meal and went for a nap to restore some of his energy. As everyone left the throne room, a lone figure stepped out of the shadows to caress the throne. “You could have been a very powerful tool for my plans could I have used you without revealing myself to the world. But the necessity of being paid obeisance to obtain access to you was more than I was willing to take. However, this use by proxy is working out well enough. I would like to stay and watch you some more, but I must needs be present when my father is finally brought low. His arrogance and disdain towards my mother must be repaid before all.” With that, the figure makes his own exit in a flurry of robes.