Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160721012612

The blast finds its mark. The Herald is hit square in the face and flies in a sideways arc, spinning again in the deceptively slow motion of the gargantuan. It lands in Hound's direction. It shrieks as it tumbles backwards, its tail flailing and raking the ground, inadvertently destroying several defensive positions. Mud and wood and bile are churned into a vile fountain as it is kicked into the air by the thrashing of its limbs. It begins to get up...

And it's tail whipcracks. Faster than he would ever expect, Hound attempts to leap clear, but his lower half is caught, and he cartwheels through the air. He tumbles several times and finds himself rolling down the muddy embankment of the crater where the beast originally came down. He rolls, and he rolls, and comes to a stop. Struggling in the mud, he gets to his feet...

Praetor sees that the beast is now closer to Hound. Too close.

Hound looks up. The head and neck of the Herald appear over the crater, looming, swaying, and the earth trembles as it brings both its front limbs down to grip the edge. The stench of its rotten bowels roll down the embankment, thick as invisible water, and fill the pit with the smell of the grave. Ichor drips from between its teeth as it looks down upon him with hollow eyes, leaning in, readying itself...

And then it stops. It swings it's head around and looks.

Hound, battered though he is, can hear it clearly, though he is in the pit and cannot see. Above, Praetor sees the Herald look up in a different direction. He follows the Dracolich's gaze, and looks.

The earth pounds with a rhythm. Armor clashes in unison, moved to the sound. Footsteps, thousands, beating the ground, marching in terrible discipline, their sound counting out the waning minutes of thousands of innocent lives...

Kilometers away, the mist on the far end of the valley parts, now carpeted black with the color of the harbingers of war, tattered standards billowing like tortured souls.

The army of the Undead has come.