Tales of the Land
They were outnumbered, but it felt like we were outnumbered. As my axe brought down another human knight, I lifted my eyes and beheld her for the first time. Magic swirled about her and coursed into every soldier under her command. Mighty spells bore down on us with godly force, driving us to our knees. She was, at once, beautiful and terrifying. The thousands of us were no match for her.
But as I watched, The Nameless One raised his staff, and all the magic she had cast vanished like a puff of smoke into the night. I will never forget the look on her face as he pushed her off the rock into our midst.
Utter betrayal.
Sadron is the Warlock.