The Battle of the Ruined Plains
The sky seems to darken as the morning goes by as shadows are shrouding the sun. The sound of the wind going through the grass is a final calm before the storm that all are expecting. Then, a cloud is seen in the distance and grows as the horde grows ever near. How long did it take? An hour? Half of that? Perhaps only a few minutes? The forces of Jigoku are now much closer as their numbers seem to cover the entire plains. All forms of evil have come: sneaky goblins, powerful and grotesque ogres, the blank and decaying faces of the Lost and Tainted, and the worst of all the Onis. The epitome of Jigoku’s wickedness and there were so many with varying degrees of power. So many forces that it was hard to determine just how many were across the plains. Then, all at once, the demons stopped all movement, a sound. Like a Kabuki performance that had just ended and the audience was shocked into silence…that was how quiet it was. All that could be heard was the thumping heartbeat of the warrior next to you, anticipating when the quiet would break. The break came perhaps a minute later as then, almost as if one organism, the demons charged. The battle had begun.
