Role Play - Supplement
'More water! More water!' The cry came up from every quarter of the burning city. But there was no more water, the wells had run dry, tha baths and fountains were buried as buildings collapsed in great heaps of ash and flame. Sparks and flames ran from the roof gable, and a pall of smoke obscured the stars.
Those too young, too old, or too badly wounded to take their place defending the walls, desperately turned to their neighbour for some sign of hope. But all hope had gone with the last of the water. A strong wind carried the flames across the ramparts, fanning the fires and turning Praag into a furnace. Riding that same wind came the mocking cries of the besieing Chaos army; the bestial laughter of Beastmen, the shrill giggling of Daemons, and the coarse bellow of some unimaginable monstrosity, unrestrained and heinous in its hour of triumph.
Suddenly, a fireball exploded above the lookout tower and tiny drops of magical flame spattered onto the slate. Another fireball burst to the left and then, with a mighty thundercrack and sulphurous flash, the great North Gate of Praag exploded into tiny fragments.
Where the North Gate of Praag had stood there was now only a ragged hole wreathed in smoke and swirling darkness. Part of the rampart had fallen into the gateway partially blocking it and crushing several defenders, their mangaled arms and legs protruding from the rubble. Numbed by the blast and shocked by the sudden death of their commrades, the survivors moved like automations, piling loose stones and timbers on top of the fallen masonry to close the gateway as best the could. But it was too late.
From the shadows a single Beastman leapt. It was faster than its fellow thanks to mutated and powerfully muscled legs, enabling it to spring over the rough barrier of fallen masonry whilst those behind it struggled to cross. It lifted its huge goat head and let out a defiant bellow. In its powerful claw-like hands it held a heavy scimitar which it swung in a glittering arc, felling two soldiers before they had a chance to move. It's second bellow was cut short and the Beastman suddenly folded in two. The deformed body slumped to the ground, a black-fletched arrow sticking in its thick neck. Heartened, the defenders swiftly formed a shield wall and levelled their spears to meet the inevitable onslaught.
