Thread:Argali1/@comment-26084195-20160401225154/@comment-26084195-20160405022604

Well, that's... ok.

The force makes their way toward the imposing walls of the city, and are met by a hail of stones and arrows. After the initial volley, a host substantially larger than yours marches from the gates. Gnolls on foot, on wolfback, and some High Men are all advancing towards you. Worst of all, dark robed priests appear on the battlements and begin hurling magic bolts down into your ranks.

You automatically realize that you don't have much of a chance. The enemy is larger, and they are vastly more experienced.