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Kal couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.

The scout group heard a scream not far from them towards the southeast. It sounded eerily like someone's last.

Tannr turned in that direction and arched his back, getting into a ready position.

Jofrodr ended his spell and turned around, letting the barrel and anchor fall back into the water. He didn't have enough magicka to cast his Life Detection so instead he just reached for his sword and made his way towards the shore.

Elisiv drew her axe. "A scream. What's going on here?" She wondered. She didn't want to rush in without knowing what awaited them.

Jarl Ivar's formation marched towards the gatehouse, with the Tongues taking position near the front shieldwall. A few of the archers began to fire on them and the Jarl had the men raise their shields in response.

"Keep your shields up! I don't want to see any man dying before they kill their share of elves!" Ivar yelled to the troops.

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The Storm finally came to an end after 3 minutes of blasting at the humans. The ground in front of the gatehouse was charred and littered with corpses, though the Atmoran vanguard still remained and their objective was complete. The Hawk Priests had been saved by the College Mages and the Shieldwall, though not without great cost to their forces.

As soon as the black clouds above them dispersed, Jarl Harald yelled out. "Go! Destroy the gates!"

The Tongues rushed in towards the gates and in near perfect unison shouted. "FUSRODAH!"

A wave of pure unrelenting force rushed towards the gates and blasted them. They just barely withstood a single blast from the Tongues. Had the elves not prepared in advance by reinforcing their gates, it would've been blown to pieces right then and there. As it was, the Gondorin gates were splintered and barely holding onto the frames.

"Again!" Harald said as he retrieved his spear from the dead Admar.