01-24-2016, 03:52 AM
DA - GI
A lone black-mailed knight of the Drow rides confidently across the field of wheat that separates the elite Darkelven formation from the raucous horde of giants. He is mounted on a sleek, midnight stallion draped in the silver livery of the Onyx Imperium. The setting sun glows off his chain and casts a long shadow back toward the arrayed ranks of his comrades. He stops at the giant encampment and announces in a clear voice ...
Towering Titans ...
My Lord, the Great Imperator of the Ancient Drow, generous, patient and merciful, offers your kingdom one last chance at peace. Surrender now, return to your homes and disturb our kingdom and that of our allies no more.
He turns his steed and rides slowly back to the Darkelven lines.
A lone black-mailed knight of the Drow rides confidently across the field of wheat that separates the elite Darkelven formation from the raucous horde of giants. He is mounted on a sleek, midnight stallion draped in the silver livery of the Onyx Imperium. The setting sun glows off his chain and casts a long shadow back toward the arrayed ranks of his comrades. He stops at the giant encampment and announces in a clear voice ...
Towering Titans ...
My Lord, the Great Imperator of the Ancient Drow, generous, patient and merciful, offers your kingdom one last chance at peace. Surrender now, return to your homes and disturb our kingdom and that of our allies no more.
He turns his steed and rides slowly back to the Darkelven lines.