Into the Unknown
You stumble forward, eyes finally clearing into a terrain entirely not where you once stood. A magnificent army of thousands stands assembled before you across an open plain, with warriors adorned in bright yellow and black armor. Thin, almost transparent capes hang over the shoulders of the commanders, who bark orders in a language you cannot understand, but somehow know is preparation for war. Every warrior carries an identical weapon, a black spear with a wickedly curved hook on the lower pommel.
With the sudden braying of an unseen horn, the army charges forward, seemingly towards nothing but a large hill and several clumps of strange, thin trees. To your amazement, the hill itself begins to shift, rising out of the ground and flinging trees to the side like kindling. What was once a mound of dirt is now a roughly humanoid shape of immense size, with four massive arms ending in hands clutching boulders the size of ten men. The giant bellows and steps forward, shaking the ground with it's thunderous weight. Though you appear unseen by the army of men, for a brief moment it feels as if the giant's single, jaundice-yellow eye looks directly at you.
Warriors begin to crash against the giant like waves against a rocky shore. Many are crushed or flung aside, but some manage to hook the end of their spear into the monster's leathery skin, pulling themselves up and grabbing hold of the collection of armor it had fashioned from hide and wooden planks. A lucky arrow strikes the giant in the eye, and the creature flails, throwing the boulders it held in a wild arc. A stone rips through the air towards you at an impossible speed, and the last sound you recall is your own ragged gasp for breath.
With the sudden braying of an unseen horn, the army charges forward, seemingly towards nothing but a large hill and several clumps of strange, thin trees. To your amazement, the hill itself begins to shift, rising out of the ground and flinging trees to the side like kindling. What was once a mound of dirt is now a roughly humanoid shape of immense size, with four massive arms ending in hands clutching boulders the size of ten men. The giant bellows and steps forward, shaking the ground with it's thunderous weight. Though you appear unseen by the army of men, for a brief moment it feels as if the giant's single, jaundice-yellow eye looks directly at you.
Warriors begin to crash against the giant like waves against a rocky shore. Many are crushed or flung aside, but some manage to hook the end of their spear into the monster's leathery skin, pulling themselves up and grabbing hold of the collection of armor it had fashioned from hide and wooden planks. A lucky arrow strikes the giant in the eye, and the creature flails, throwing the boulders it held in a wild arc. A stone rips through the air towards you at an impossible speed, and the last sound you recall is your own ragged gasp for breath.
