Okay, for starters, my apologies for the bad pictures, this was a rush job on presentation, which I regret now. Anyways, onward.
About this creation
For the most of it, not much story, and for such storyless sections, I’ll be quiet.
After using my disguise to sneak into the enemy fortress, I gleaned some information from several sources. The mastermind behind these alleged “Mythronian attacks” was an outlaw, seeking personal gain. As such, we Nerogueians have attacked his fortress.
I am destroying the defenses from the inside.
Our mighty orcs assembled a massive trebuchet in one night! There were hundreds, on loan from a nearby warlord. He was repaid handsomely.
Then with a cry, the soldiers of Nerogue surged forward, overwhelming the opposing forces.
They fought bravely, forming a line of defense, but all for naught.
They fought bravely in the face of certain defeat. A pity, if not wicked these would be fantastic men to lead.
The villagers have fled from the destroyed town, but is the fortress any safer?
My dear friend, of which I borrowed a uniform. Apparently, they didn’t like his new look.