Description
At dawn's first light, casting long shadows from the smoldering ruins of their castle, King Borghild, with a booming voice that echoed the rising sun, rallied his warriors. Their faces, grim beneath the harsh stripes of war paint, reflected the fiery resolve that burned in their eyes. With a roar that shook the very earth, Borghild and his steamroller of steel surged forward. A legion of armored horsemen, a dark tide against the dawn, they thundered into the dawn, leaving behind only the promise of vengeance as they charged towards the distant battlefield.