Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20161225200655/@comment-5583506-20170613165226

(For inspiration)

As Ran'Jinro's group began to reach the end of the Seven Thousand Steppes, they were given the view to gaze out in full over the threat they were facing. It seemed as if Skyrim had come alive. The very world was moving, yet they all knew that this was the enemy that would be destroyed.

Ran'Jinro held in the reins of his horse for but a brief moment to reflect on what he was seeing. Several others did the same. Projectiles from Fort Slayer kept launching from the top of the Throat of the World and faded into a misty distance, presumably finding a target in the sea of bestial life. Yet they were all unable to see exactly which creature had been killed. The sound the vast army of creatures were making was almost deafening, like an approaching thunder composed of roars, growls, snarls, screeches and booming footsteps. An orchestra of destruction and incoming doom, unless they could stop it somehow.

The Khajiit looked around at his fellow Beast Slayers, wondering just how many of them would remain standing once he declared the charge, if any at all. He expected someone to say something. A prayer, an advice, any final words... anything.

"Oh! Definitely!" Falana said, eagerly reaching for another bolt, putting all her strength into carrying it over to the ballista and inserting it. She did not know which effects the impact of the bolts would bring, thus every direct hit was a surprise.