Prologue[]
For months now you have been sieging the Reptilian capital, waiting for the right time to strike. As dusk settles over the mountains a loud explosion shakes the foundation of your camp.
You and your men spring into your combat position, something is happening, something is coming.
Epilogue[]
You manage to defend yourself from the massive Repitilian mob but are unsuccessful at stopping them all, most simply run past you and disappear into the swamp.
Enemy Formation[]
