Thread:ChazmanianDevil/@comment-26210095-20160823225610/@comment-27097330-20160825182553

(Okay, cut to the next day.)

Outside Mazar-Uzbal, the sun shines on an assembled army. Men, orcs, even some traitor dwarves. And at their head is the great dragon. She lets out a roar that echoes through the mountains. "Come ooooout!" Come out little dwarfy men! Come out a plaaaaaay." She lets out a stream of fire towards the city.