Beset on all sides, the elves were falling. Only the ability of Warlord Van Alstyne allowed the Alliance forces to counter most of the elves’ most brilliant tactics. The undead forces had been decimated by an unusual plant the elves cultivated near the southern edge of the forests, but the werewolves, beholders, and a full company of mercenaries kept the elves defending it. Seafolk sank any ships that left the forest shores. Eiredore and the Nomads to the north crossing the river. And the full armies of Thanagar and Fallscliff driving in from the west were proving more than the elves could withstand.
It’s just a matter of time now.