Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160717224434

The Order mage chants. An enormous felled tree, burned to its trunk, is pushed towards Hound with a force. It thunders across the ground, bouncing and gaining momentum. The Paladin turns just in time to see it crush him like a bug. It hits a slope and rises. Hound dashes forward and rolls under it just as it comes crashing down behind him and stops against several other trees, which ignite. He is now cut off from most of the others, but he is ringed by a towering inferno.

He sees the mage, who points. "That one.  There is our problem." And hound looks at who the mage is talking to.

There is a Knight...and he is huge. Far too huge to be a human. His armor glistens black and silver, and two blue points of light show from his helmet's eye slit. He reeks of an aura that Hound knows is not magic that should be in this world. He should not be. He reeks of death.

He reaches over his shoulder and hefts a handle. An axe, larger than a man, jagged and wicked, is held in his hands like a toy. He walks forward, his feet hitting the ground like boulders. He speaks in a hollow voice.

"In the name of the Lord, thy end cometh now."