1690 Crash

The situation was precarious, to say the least. The ground beneath them shook with the terrifying vibrations of thousands of Uruk stomping their way towards them. The beastly cries of the oncoming horde reverberated through the air, creating a symphony of doom that echoed around the scattered remnants of the magi.

The human magus were in stark contrast to their adversaries. Many of them were still struggling to regain their bearings from the sudden crash, their bodies bruised and their spirits winded. Some were trapped inside the upended vehicle, their cries muffled by the heavy, metallic groans of the twisted wreckage seeking an escape route.