Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160803040801

Lucida remains to the rear as the group charge across the open field. By now, the rest of the New Order army has seen exactly what the Herald was fighting, and their troops rush to meet them. The battlefield is lit by the fiery horizon of the exploded Drill, the flames spreading across the trees and grass.

Hrungnir itself is under the city, but the Drill was set up outside the city lines. No doubt the Vault was in a place where the Dwarves thought it would be out of the way, but it seems the enemy knew exactly where to go to drill. They close upon the explosion site, the deep crater of the explosion filled with white-hot rocks amd glowing remains. In the middle of the pit is the hole, roughly twenty feet wide, where the Drill was pounding. They made good progress.

Archers form ranks to fire upon the Rangers. Several of the giant lieutenants are on the field, along with dozens of Undead Paladins. One of the Lieutenants raises a finger at Praetor.

"Slay him!  Slay the one who no longer has the protection of his false God!"

Dee charges in, her axe finding a mark with every swing.