A night prior, a Legion of marching footsteps could be heard crashing down into the muddied ground of the Southern wood. At the head of this army, a heavily armored man, banners waved in the dead of the night. Trekking forward in a cacophony of clattering armor, swords and what have you.
Those who lingered near the forests of Degannwy may heard the sounds of screaming ringing into the night. Seen the ardent flashes of light, and the fire that raged into the night sky.
