Shazmir

What Ho!? The blood of Reik flows freely cross this evil plain, mixing with our own fallen comrades. We marched through the blood-soaked field, the smell of death seeping into our clothes as we buried the dead, and burned the foe. I looked up into the sky and saw the black sky above us, clouds were swirling and swelling with the grim promise of rain to come. We were far from aid, and few of us remained in this desolate part of the world. Full six regiments of fine soldiers reduced to mere corpses in a matter of minutes, what foul design had struck us we shall never know, but it retreated as quickly as it had struck. This was an evil land, b