The horseman merely scoffs at her weakness as she collapses from the same hunger that had overtaken her young one. A mother begs piteously, holding her limp child's body. The black horse and its rider walk with an almost arrogant air through the streets. His companions charge from behind with bloodlusted fury to rush at the wave of enemies, gnashing their teeth, ignorant of glory, fame and death.Īs the frail bodies of the kobolds reach out for food, it withers away before their eyes. Blood boils with the cry and the violence and urge to kill fills their eyes. With a mighty holler to the heavens, an orc on his steed cries out as his mount rears its head. He has but a pale visage under the dark hood and he relishes none of it, yet bows to his duty to enact death. Hell-bound souls filled the thundering skies as a hooded figure swept by, freeing the heads of goblins from their bodies as his allies feel necrotic forces rejuvenate them. Hooves stampeded in the muddied earth, pulling up the terrain in clods and blowing them away in a fell swoop.
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