Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170804175219/@comment-24685738-20170805013357

Taeris had seen what none of the Centurions or the Praetor had seen. If only they had listened.

A great horn blew from somewhere in the city, loud enough to send the birds on the trees nearby flapping away and causing the horses to buck skittishly. However, even that was not enough to stop the Legion's charge.

But it appeared to have been a signal.

From the 'temple' on the tallest mound, Taeris could see with his sharp eyes the wooden doors bursting open, and... creatures coming flying out of the darkness within.

As they got closer, he could see that they were ravens. Giant Ravens, with glowing red eyes and razor sharp talons, but the most horrible thing about them was that they were the size of men.

They carried bags in their claws, and as they flew over the heads of the stunned Legionnaires, they released them. When they hit the ground, they exploded in a flash of green light, and the dying screams of men and the smell of burned flesh reached Taeris even from there.

Given the tightly packed ranks of the Legion, these sacks of liquid flame worked with deadly accuracy, probably as dragonfire would have done twenty years ago.

Only then did the Reachmen leap into battle, moving with the speed of deer as they finished off the front half of the Legion, which had been struck by the fire and was now writhing in their death throes. The Ravens were wheeling back, probably to get more bags.

The half of the legion at the back looked stunned and horrified by what they had witnessed, and they were not moving very fast to escape or keep fighting...