They waited. The nights air creeping in, chilling their bones. Yet still they waited. Their armour heavy, like stone. The stench off blood and sweat filled the valley. Yet still they waited. The beat off footsteps, marching towards them, warning of their impending doom yet still they waited. They stood on the damp river bank. The huge Topal Bay stretched out before them then they saw it. The heads appeared from the bay. They had come. Slowly at first only a few. But then hundreds appeared. Then they stood. No formation was present, just an disorganized mass of soldiers. The lizard folk of the marshes. Teeth bard, claws sharpened.
No one believed it was true. They were to scared. But the declaration came.
As the Emperor sat o…Read more >