Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160820033218/@comment-26444332-20160905000940

The Solver also crumbles to fine dust, though this one is more gold than silver, and the scent from before pervades the air. The Scythes, what few there are left, immediately begin to die, dropping like flies and crumbling into ash.

The clouds begin to break, allowing for a bit of dawn to peek out over the ravaged wasteland, formerly a verdant plain. In the distance, soldiers and civilians stand, but it appears from the heraldry on shields and such that the allies now officially outnumber the Empire.

Azarias stands up, clutching one side and breathing heavily.

'You didn't miss much,' he calls to Dolenus.