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Victory for Sharyrdaes at Salquenor Minassë meant only one thing: war.
Following the dark army's failure to take the bridges to the vast meadows of Sharyrdaes, they'd retreated into the depths of the forest and on into Aeraesar. The Order and their allies had secured the Fortress of Qárele, and as a result the northern road leading out of Aeraesar as well. But they would not stop there.
Aeraesar, though well into the Falwood, had a diverse landscape from thick forests to vast, flat clearings. Just a few kilometers south from Sharyrdaes was a place known once as Sérinqua, now known only as the Ashen Glades. Here the trees grew wide and tall, and they stood far apart from one another, leaving much space in between. It was a stretch of land over a kilometer north to south, and well over three east to west, with the Sharyrdian mountain range and the River Eäron to the east, and denser, much harsher terrain to the west.
Just days after the attack on Sharyrdaes, many Aerai and their allies marched to the south, and soon came to Sérinqua.
Following the dark army's failure to take the bridges to the vast meadows of Sharyrdaes, they'd retreated into the depths of the forest and on into Aeraesar. The Order and their allies had secured the Fortress of Qárele, and as a result the northern road leading out of Aeraesar as well. But they would not stop there.
Aeraesar, though well into the Falwood, had a diverse landscape from thick forests to vast, flat clearings. Just a few kilometers south from Sharyrdaes was a place known once as Sérinqua, now known only as the Ashen Glades. Here the trees grew wide and tall, and they stood far apart from one another, leaving much space in between. It was a stretch of land over a kilometer north to south, and well over three east to west, with the Sharyrdian mountain range and the River Eäron to the east, and denser, much harsher terrain to the west.
Just days after the attack on Sharyrdaes, many Aerai and their allies marched to the south, and soon came to Sérinqua.
Having been there when the war had initially broke out over 130 years ago, the Aerai had come to know their enemy quite well. For six years they had fought them, and in that time they had come to know exactly what to expect - or so they had thought. Whatever monsters it was that they had faced all those years ago, they did not exist now as they had back then. These one's were far more... potent. They were not like the twisted disfigurations of the past, these were bred and honed. The battle of Salquenor Minassë had been a tease... this had been an absolute disaster.
Only moments after they'd started on their way through the glades, just long enough, and they found themselves rained upon with poison spines, arrows, and even catapults. Monsters leapt from the high trees onto their number, tearing and ravaging after unsuspecting silence. They'd been given no choice but to retreat into the denser, shorter treeline. And so the allies drew their line across the glade's northern edge, and the dark army drew theirs along the south.
And this had remained so for weeks now.
To the south and then veering east would take them to Aera Eäron, Aeraesar's once beautiful port city, which they sought to reclaim. But with how entrenched with artillery and magic that their enemy seemed to be, it was unlikely they'd be moving upon the city in any timely manner. Or at least this is how it seemed to Anárion as he dwelt upon their situation, all the while peering out into the misty dark of the glades.