Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-27550231-20190403050845

Praetor and the warriors around him charged forward into the wall of dribbling fangs and claws. Together they formed a wall of steel and spears rushing forward to certain death irregardless of foe and number. Seeing a chance to raise moral The Warden threw his spear into the monsters ranks, the weapon finding purchase in the eye of a behemoth of a hulk causing it to rampage amongst its own.

Spotting another opportunity he rushed ahead of the charge and collected a fallen banner raising it's tattered and filthy form to flow defiantly at the helm.

"FOR THE GLORY OF TEPES! FOR THE GLORY OF YPUR ANCESTORS WHO FOUGHT THEM OFF BEFORE! STRIKE HARD AND FORCE THEM BACK! CHAAAAAAAARGE!"

The Warden bellowed a proud defiant roar that paled in comparison to that of the men and women behind him, rivaling that even of the bloodthirsty abominations before them. He would not let this banner fall, he would not let this charge fail and his charge... she would not let her favored chosen falter nor be forgotten. Her focused attention fell upon him as the clouds parted to their backs unleashing a terrible and holy light upon their backs blinding the monsters thag charged them. The effigie now left to it's devices ran amok losing it's humanoid form opting for a shape akin to burning brambles lashing out and consuming all those it was allowed to destroy. The tendrils violently whipped about tearing through the enemy ranks as if they were made of warmed butter. Though chaotic and seemingly random the flaming mass of tendrils served a vital purpose and covered their leftmost flank allowing th charge to dig deep into Paramool's lines with little repercussion.