"Ey, Guardman." He said. "It Chatak again! New ask. Not good with you langwi. No know all words good. What is 'Invashun?'"
The guard paled at something behind him. He lifted his finger and pointed.
"That."
From the darkness beyond, a black ship bearing the standard of the skull and horns pierced through the fog high above the city. One by one, the rest of the armada followed, until nearly a hundred ebon vessels emerged from the mists. Portals opened all over the city, and from them poured forth thousands of
armored goblin warriors. In the blink of an eye, the city descended into chaos. The screams of men and monsters pierced the skies. Fireballs erupted from the flying ships and boomed against the city's magic barrier. Hundreds of wyvern-mounted archers leaped from the ships and dove at the hapless knights.
The guard grabbed Chatak by the arm and tugged him behind him. "Stay behind me. Things are about to get ugly."