Jay Frogskin wrote:
With us you'll never be alone...
Other than the wraiths, the legion remains hidden within the brown fog.
The wraiths loose streamers of flames at the eagle riders, striking unerringly and driving a few from the sky.
The screams of a dozen banshees fills the air. Heavy drums begin to sound,
From out of the fog dozens of spirits fly forth to engage the avians. They wield flaming swords and carry shields of black energy.
A circular cloud of brown fog forms in the hills opposite to the Army of Life. I covers a square mile in diameter. It cannot be pierced by any sight, nor can the winds move its mass. From within the cloud primal screams echo forth, growing louder with every passing moment. The ground shakes with the beats of thousands of feet and hooves. Blood-curdling horns peel thru the air, moaning their calls for assembly.