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You shout in elvish, and most of them understand the layout.
Boom! Rifles and bows strike at once:
10 bows and 4 rifles.
3 x [1] Three shots go wide
3 x [2] Two arrows hit the walls
2 x [3] Two more arrows hit the wall
5 x [4] But five reach the hearts of men
1 x [6] One bullet pierces two soldiers at once - one of them loses his hand, other is badly wounded and hardly able to fight anymore.
In total, seven more men are standing. One of them is wielding a big blooded sledgehammer and has cuirass that protects his upper body ((Look for it's description in one of my previous posts adressed to darkpaladin))

[4+1] You find a nearest tree and cut it in half. This one was not scissor sharp cut, more like it was cut in two halfs by a giant axeman. But still effective. Edited due to revised action Your staff glances with deep blue for a while, and a ray of the same color makes a perfectly round hole in the nearest tree.
 - Wow! That is nice. You find us near the department point - everybody knows where it is, so no problems with finding it. Here, - he throws you two Quaters - look around, get yourself some  paper and stylo. And feel free to buy something you find useful for the rest of money.
He goes away, chatting to some people by the way.

 - Sure. Saw them on the mountain pass between eladryn tribe and a band of dwarven outcasts. Due to local legends, there is an old fort somewhere there. Never saw anything like that out there. Forest-covered mountains, nothing more. Our small caravan just finished our sellings, we need maybe a few hours to begin our way back to wildlands. You sound like you wanna join. So, what are you? I mean, my caravan is already packed nicely with guards. Unless you can prove you may be useful.

[Avoididng dragon's gaze - 3] He mentions you but doesn't gives a thug about you
[Flanking - 1] A huge pile of corpses blocks the sidelane. The fight still goes on here - some soldiers of men are stll fighting. It came to close-quaters. You have to get higher or go round the square to it's other side.

[reaction roll - 6] - Thank Gods you did that. That bastard that I used to call my son took th elven maiden as his bride! ELVEN! I did not believe my eyes, and my wife whipped so long and loud that I had to accept that. Just do not tell that I am glad to her. Gods bless you all.

You shamble around and find a human trader. 13 daggers are held by a wide sash, a mean revolver on his hip also looks fearsome; heavy fingerless gauntlets and rough leathery high boots. He seems to be in a good mood - since his purse is so tight that it seems it is going to explode.

 - Wildlands? Well, I tell you, they are called wild for reason. A bunch of werewolves attacked us just last night. Too bad we were awake and had guns loaded with silver. They say out there that this land is full of places and beasts of intrest - but if you value your life a bit more than dust under your feet, you'd better watch out of those.

He looks around like if someone could be spying him changes to whisper:

 - They say that necromancers and liches are still alive there and I swaer I saw undead out there.

((Armored guy is standing right in front of citadel. Literally. The opened maw of it's frontgate is behind him))

Now about the dragon. He breathes fire on the battlefield:
[d100/2 roll rounded down for casualities: 18/2 = 9] Nine elves are living torches
Brave elves are returning fire - rifles, pistols and even some machineguns are making a rain of steel:
[100 overshots (6) are needed to bring the dragon down. Each overshot hits his weak spot - maw or eye or joint of scales]
4x50d6 are rolled (can't roll 200 d6 on random.org):
20 x [1]
28 x [2]
40 x [3]
44 x [4]
32 x [5]
36 x [6]

You look out of the window. Aww, not the best view to enjoy. You are now going through the ruined countryside. Villages are ravaged there, some just burned to ashes. Fields that once made several harvests in a year are now resemble an ashen desert. That looks like you have just entered the halflings realm. You see some refugees walking along the railroad - those are whole families of workless farmers, craftsmen and other folks that used to live here. Gruesome sight.

((Dragon is not the baddest thing here.))
Armored guy's roll for intuition [3]
He doesn't give two shits about your arrival - his is attention is now consumed by waching the dragon that seems to follow his commands. He just stands and holds his hands behind his back. He looks like a sciencist looking on an experimental device.
You get scatter around two or three rooftops but hold a visual contact. Ten arrows at once fly at the poor bastard.
[initiative roll: 2-1 vs 1]
He mentions the arrows right when they are a few meters before him. That doesn't gives him any advantage, though.
Your attack rolls:
3 x [1+1-3]
2 x [2+1-3]
2 x [3+1-3]
2 x [4+1-3]
1 x [5+1-3]
A rain of arrows glance and scratch his armor. Not effective.
He turns his eyeless helmet with a symbol of Men's Empire in center of it to you and sweeps his hand in your direction. Dragon turns his head and gives you all a huge burst of flame:
3 x [1]
1 x [4]
3 x [5]
3 x [6]
Six of your men are blazing torches, one has his face burnt. You and two guys near you are fine, however.

Action reconsidered

((It's not time for a good DM yet, I still have an ace in my sleeve. You won't like it.))

 - As for me, I'm going to retake this town first, than make plans. To arms, brothers!

A joyous shout raises in the mine, and it seems to echo all over the town. Elves grab all the weaponry from the stack andtwo hundred armed men go to the streets. As they go, more are joining them with guns in their hands. Lads and maids with proud looks march through the streets. Damn, they are running like a springwater flow and sweep away everything that stands on their way.
You follow the crowd with a group of nine who share your conviction about combat style.
A thunderlike roar comes from the side of the citadel. Aww, that doesn't sounds good. You come closer to it.
Square in front of citadel is a full-scaled  urban battlefield. The onle thing differences this place from the standart rebellion is a GODDAMN IRONSCALED FIREBREATHING DRAGON IN THE CENTER OF THIS MESS! And, the worst thing, it seems to be controlled by a huge armored person that stands in the frontgate of citadel.
Other men are just soldiers. In fact, most of them fleeing the battlefield right now.

((He-he))