On The Wings Of The Past
Over the pounding of hooves and rhythmic march of the advancing armies’ boots, the roars of dragons could be heard.
The army of Notlak was currently engaged on the field with the meager forces the peaceful nation they were attacking could muster. The few men that still remained were falling back toward the unwalled village that they had been trying to defend - which now stood unprotected. Uncaring, the Notlak cavalry pushed forward, running through and cutting down anyone in their reach, and swarming and slaying any who tried to stand and fight.( Read more... )