Lords of RPG

On a large rocky outcropping stood Ayrvogh Sirt, dark and ominous, brooding over the scenery like a predator looking for prey. This was the great fort of the Legion of the Burning Heart, one of the Red Jackal's infamous Ogaroth Legions.

They wore beautiful blue military jackets with gold buttons, and some had gold braids to designate rank or roles within the military. Their horses were beautifully maintained, and wore light leather barding with blue trim, and gold ornamentation....

When they got close enough, the young sailors almost always did at least a triple-take.

Aed looked at the empty city below them. "Gentlemen. I believe there may be a few things we'll want to liberate from the rotting town below."

Only a few hundred in number and spanning four large ships, the followers of Drohamb Duram the Prophet, or heretic, depending on who you asked sailed towards and unknown future.