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.The double-door gates rose thirty feet.Each was made of aged oak, bound with thick bands of iron to strengthen the doors.The effort necessary to open and close the gates required huge counterweights and pulleys.Behind these towers, a deadly passage connected with another set of towers embedded in Phlan's walls.The passage could be showered with arrows or burning oil by the defenders of the city.Even if the attackers broke through the outer doors, they faced the passage of death and another set of double-door gates lined with arrow slits, allowing the defenders to pepper the passage with feathered death.The last assault by Marcus and his army had barely scratched the first pair of gates, but the wizard was convinced the battle would be different this time.The siege towers rolled grimly toward the walls.In the last attack, rolling towers like these had been burned by catapult fire attacks before they'd reached within a hundred yards of the gate.Now, flaming shot bounced off the magically protected surfaces of the steadily moving siege engines."They're fireproof, fools," Marcus shouted from behind his army.He ordered his nightmare into the sky and watched the battle from a hundred feet off the ground, remaining far enough away to be out of range of most spells and stray catapult loads."You won't be burning my siege towers again!"Hordes of ogres pushed the engines of destruction.The six siege towers moved faster and faster toward the walls.A hundred heavily armored troops were hidden in each tower.The ogres and the men inside became more and more eager to face the defenders of Phlan.When the siege towers closed in on the walls, small bridges would be lowered.The troops inside could stream over the protective wall, attacking Phlan's troops.Six loud crashes erupted suddenly, and the towers fell, crushing hundreds of men unlucky enough to be in the vicinity."What in the name of Bane himself?" Marcus couldn't believe his eyes.A chorus of cheers arose on the walls."Did you see that, Ston? It worked! I told you it would! The wizards dug a bunch of pits fifty yards from the walls, and every tower smashed into one.Wahoo!" Tulen hopped up and down with glee.Marcus fumed.Now he could see the clay-lined pits that had been cleverly covered so the weight of a few men wouldn't spring them.The full weight of a heavy siege tower was needed to break the covering.The wizard's flameproof towers lay in splinters."They'll pay! Those fools will pay for every day of delay they've caused me.I'll burn them in eternal fires!" Marcus began to wheeze and tried to calm himself."This is a just minor setback.My own little surprise will get them.Just wait and see."Marcus watched from on high as arrows, crossbow bolts, and catapult rocks rained down on the mercenary troops as they rushed the gate, spurred on by the fearsome troops behind them.For a while, they made headway behind the army's mantelets.These mobile wooden walls rolled ahead of the troops and absorbed most of the deadly missiles.But as the attackers got closer, many of the heavy crossbow bolts found their way through or around the mantelets to find soft flesh behind the wood.The mercenary numbers were quickly reduced.None of the defenders paid much attention to six axe-wielding troopers running slightly ahead of the other mercenaries.These warriors looked like all the others, but the missiles that approached them bounced inches away from their battle-hardened bodies.To the defenders on the walls above, the shots simply looked poorly aimed.The axemen easily reached the first gate.Instead of hacking at the oak walls, they dropped their axes and drew small scrolls out of silver tubes.Each warrior glowed with magical protections as he read spells specially designed to blast open the gates.Too late the defenders recognized the men for the spellcasters they were.A sheet of burning oil poured from the top of the gate in an attempt to burn the mages or at least foil their spells.The oil poured off an invisible magical barrier and fell to either side of the spellcasters.The Death Gates opened, groaning, and the attackers rushed into the tunnel.The next gate was in sight.With leaders such as these, surely the enemy couldn't fail.Three hundred of Marcus's mercenaries that remained outside the gates ran into the tunnel.Anything had to be better than the rain of death outside.Orcs, ogres, and trolls rushed in, hurling rocks, arrows, and sling bullets at the defenders.The fighting grew more intense.In the tunnel of death, three of every five men died from arrow wounds as they tried to approach the second gate, which stood only a hundred feet away.The six wizards reached the gate without so much as a scratch.Their spells found the locks and bars of the inner gate.As the portal swung open, the mercenary swarm smelled victory.From their position on the wall, Ston and Tulen could see the gates open, exposing the broad inner streets of Phlan to the enemy.Filling the streets, prepared to greet the enemy, were wave after wave of pikemen all set to receive the charge.At the front was their leader, a warrior-cleric wielding a glowing blue hammer."Welcome to Phlan!" Tarl shouted.Brittle recognized the gates for the death trap they truly were.He had laid siege to such places in ages past.His human troops had been directed to make the initial attack so he could get his elite army close enough to execute his own tactics.At his command, the ogres pushed the trolls toward the walls on either side of the gate [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]