There! Did you hear it? Did you hear the braying of the horn?
Now you can see them, marching towards you, singing their songs and crying their battle cries. Turn around...and there they are.
Two armies, full of men, women, orcs, elfs, creatures of the night...here to kill. Some fight for reasons, others for the pure joy of killing.
Look! There flashes the glint of cold steel in the morning sun, as the commander of one army raises his axe. The armies stop and the two commanders meet in the center of the field.
A moment of talk takes place, then, with the speed of a striking snake, the one takes the head of the other.
"Charge!" is called, and the battle commences. The two armies rush at each other...here...now, they meet. Cries of rage and pain are all around you.The flash of steel, wood and leather surrounds you. What do you do? You pick up a blade that has fallen, and join the war.