The camp is in panic. Soldiers are running wildly to grab their weapons, all abandoning the pavilion and its dead. The Dreg army is progressing slowly, but it's long range cannons make up for that, smashing the unfortunate soldier into a puddle of blood and entrails.
Anna stood solemnly on the plain in which the enemy advanced, a figure of leading and strength in herself.
The commanders were lined on the outskirts of camp, waiting for their regiments to form so as to join their Queen.
Roleplay in main chain, both good and evil.
