Snippet #2412358

The Aerumnan

The boats silently came upon the shore, stealthy warriors slipping into the water to help steer them to shore, hulls splitting the wet sand as an orderly disembarking of the army began, they could see no resistance, could see no amassed army or even defense. At first they feared that perhaps this land was void of life, but with closer inspection they found signs of inhabitants having been at the beach. The Brackland Hydra flew forward overhead, letting loose a wailing screech it'd long sense held in, perhaps to stir defenders or intimidate the natives.

Krystof Dravenclaw lead the force, was the first man upon the beach, already fully armored and plotting a defense against anything and everything that might come, the whole of their army was two-thousand, five-hundred men with two hydra, hardened and destructive.

Charoum

He had no idea what he'd be fighting, his body shook with a general excitement however at how his people had managed this, brought together and organized. It was beautiful, they were beautiful, even with how chaotic their society and ambitions were, here these men were marching and strategizing with a singular goal. He would stand behind that.