[sansanjuan]

The walls were nearly down. The vast undead army aligned in the surrounding fields like a thousand marionettes. One minute it was the horde against a lone mage. The next minute 40 High Seraphs alighted and stood by her side. Two bells later even Ermors Tartarians had lost their stomach for the battle after facing hundreds of thunder stikes and an endless downpour of holy water. The Imperial Artist painted the following (ooc- attached) at battle start.
-- Owl