RPG on the Portal.

The battle is over. Only now, when everything has calmed down, can we review and reassess its events: "The summoning roar of the war horn prevented me from talking to the elf on the bear. My suspicions were confirmed; it was a dwarven battle cry – a call to attack. While I was trying to figure out what was going on, a retreat signal sounded:confused:. The battle hadn't even started, and they were already retreating? That doesn't sound like the dwarves; they may not be known for their courage, but they certainly have persistence. Ah, here's the thing – an ambush. Clever, but the battle is just beginning. Well, it's started now; magic everywhere. Let's get into the fight, even though this war isn't mine, but I can't miss the opportunity to get even with the demons. The main thing is to stay away from the mages; you can expect anything from them. And why are we taking so long with the walls? Finally, oh, look at that formation. Yes, I have a feeling this will be a real feast for the necromancers. There's just one big battle going on. Everything has mixed up; no one can say where the front line is now; there simply isn't one. You can fight back-to-back with a demon and only realize it when you touch its burning skin. I stood next to a dwarf (he seems like a skilled fellow; he'll cover my back). Where are all these demons coming from? I can barely hack and slash to the right and left (they have to charge head-on with such incredible stupidity and fury). Aaaah, I can't defend myself. Damn, these hounds are faster. A blow... if it weren't for the chainmail, they would have torn my side open. Enough is enough. The rune on my blade begins to glow, and the blade immediately emits a beam of flame directly into the passage from which the demons continue to rush. If the beam were a little weaker, it would only tickle them, but as it is, it deals considerable damage. While these creatures are running, they are being thoroughly roasted, and the dwarves only need to finish them off. When the demons stopped rushing in a continuous stream, and I sheathed my sword, there were piles of charred, lifeless demons in front of me, and behind them was a gaping hole blasted by fire; it was impossible to tell where it ended; everything was hidden in darkness. There was a kind of lull around; I looked around. The pace of the battle had noticeably slowed down; there were few demons left, but the attackers were also very exhausted from the assault. Well, here's the signal to end the attack. There are ruins of destroyed walls, towers, and buildings all around. Well, if we don't count the throbbing pain from the demon's blow to my side (-10 HP), the battle was successful. I don't even feel tired; I'll try to find Novizar while I can. Maybe I'll get lucky, and he's still here.