The lifting mists reveal a scene of true devastation. Under the watchful eyes of the shambling crows, rows of corpses recently slain cover the muddy ground now bathed in blood. Tattered standards gently float in the cold wind, like passing ghosts. Shattered spears and horse carcasses covered in arrows are spread accross the broken plains. Great events transpired here, though nothing great can be seen.

More from me on Roll20 | Follow me on Patreon
License: Roll20 End User License Agreement
(Personal Use Only, Do Not Distribute)