Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160826143308

The Harpies rise in a black cloud and dive as one, sweeping through the ranks of the Ozian army. There is a cacpohony as the forces clash, bone and claw against steel, shields ringing. Oblations take to the sky and try to intercept, firing missiles. Crackling explosions take out groups of Harpies, but dozens more replace them.

The malestrom of light and dark swirl together as battle.lines are blurred. Jeiel grabs a Harpy and smashes her to the ground, backhanding another as he rises and throwing the downed one into a group. Hearing the sounds of thundering footsteps, he turns.

A giant Lieutenant, hoisting a tower shield and greatsword larger than a man, leads an advance, flanked by Undead paladins, their resounding march shaking the ground...