Every envoy, messenger boy, and Zania equivalent of a homing pigeon was working overtime as well as were members of the secretive and not so secretive information networks, as they desperately tried to relay the latest account of the battle.
Elves rejoiced at the ministry of the human kingdom that was on the receiving end of the massive dwarven cannons, and only had their mood soured by reports of how poorly the bows and arrows they cling to so fervently were doing against their more heavily armored opponents.
Be it human, elven, or dwarven ear that received report, one word was heard more than any other: Chaos.
No other word could quite describe the current situation of what should have been a two vs. one situation along the main defensive line of the unified dwarves. Any battle plans had came apart at the seams the moment an enormous cannon shell redecorated the forward outpost and supply lines.
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