Age of Dragons
YOUR CURRENT CHARACTER IS ALFON.
Your men cose the ranks around you, swords drawn. The orcs fall as they throw themselves at you, and all seems won.
Suddenly, a dark form steps out from between the trees, a rapier grasped in its fingers. It raised its hand, palm outwards, and a burst of light explodes out. Your entire force collapse to the ground, dead, and you are pinned to the ground by invisible bonds. The form steps towards you and says, "Greetings, loathsome human. Prepare to die."
As the sword is thrust through your heart, your life is extinguished and you drop into the waiting abyss.
Your men cose the ranks around you, swords drawn. The orcs fall as they throw themselves at you, and all seems won.
Suddenly, a dark form steps out from between the trees, a rapier grasped in its fingers. It raised its hand, palm outwards, and a burst of light explodes out. Your entire force collapse to the ground, dead, and you are pinned to the ground by invisible bonds. The form steps towards you and says, "Greetings, loathsome human. Prepare to die."
As the sword is thrust through your heart, your life is extinguished and you drop into the waiting abyss.