Dwarf Bolt Throwers

The Fangs of Bandars The war against the elves began like any other: with steel and screams. Dwarves knew about that. But the war changed. When the elven dragons arrived, it was no longer a war; it was a slaughter. Pride means nothing when the stone of your fortress melts and rains down upon your head. That's what happened at Karz-Haldûn and a dozen other posts. The legions were forced into a humiliating retreat, to hide underground like frightened vermin while the enemy claimed the sky. In Ba