Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160717072846

Even before the gates crash in, he knows what is happening inside. From a distance he sees the mighty trees, hundreds of feet high, falling, one at a time, their groans in slow motion as they fall and the explosion like thunder when they hit the earth. But now he sees how bad it is.

The city of the Harpies is falling. Harpies are fleeing by the hundreds, being cut down as phalanxes of archers fire volleys into them as they fly. Some, seen in light armor, are fighting back, launching themselves into groups of soldiers, throwing spears as they dive, but they are few. On the ground he sees about a dozen massive ballistas, their steel hooks as large as boat anchors, fired one at a time into the treetops, a sickening thud as they hit the thousand year old wood. Teams of horses pull the trees, as Order mages blast their bases with lightning, the splinters flying like shrapnel. Within a few precious minutes, each tree, each with a house on top, comes down. Hulking Order paladins are everywhere. A few Centaurs are fighting as well, but they are badly outnumbered. The scene is one of fire, blood, shouts, screams, and smoke.

Beyond the trees, Hound sees a massive stone staircase, leading up the cliffside and into a cleft that ascends the mountain next to which the forests rests. It leads up, spiraling up into the peak, and disappears into the mist.

The landscape is lit briefly by the flash of lightning from an impending storm.