Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26084195-20151016073208/@comment-25975584-20151019054457

Ironwill has the inhabitants flee, all items of value to the empire spirited away, and the city burned to the ground in an act of defiance. Clad in a fearsome panoply of war, and with his personal legion in an orderly retreat to the southern highlands, and with messengers sent to legions elsewhere, Ironwill rides in silence, weeping silently, and thinking about how he has failed. His closest friend, a battlemage of holy magic, tries to comfort him, only to nearly have his head crushed by a massive, armored fist...