Trouble in the East.

[Gandalfus]

Tyran grinned silently as he viewed the destruction that looked below. The savages were efficient; carving their way though Pentos like a knife through butter. His dream of a new Freehold would soon be realised, his huge armies would rampage across the landscape of Essos like a storm, making an empire built on blood. His empire. He laughed as he saw the Unsullied cutting their way through the streets, the Dothraki warriors storming through the streets in a flurry of blood. He spurred his horse onwards towards the Palace of the Prince, drawing his sword as his bodyguard fell in to protect him from the defenders. This day would be marked with blood.

[Trot]

ooc can I wright an rp as one of the attacking generals for fun?

[Gandalfus]

OOC: go for it.

[Trot]

Athos examines his large body of Unsullied. They have their spears out and are formed in a phallanx. The enemy begins to charge only to break against the wall of spears and sheilds. Once the primary force engages he call his calvalry forward leading them in a charge against their exposed flank. He slams into the first man his scimitar sliceing thourgh his neck like a knife thourgh butter. He grin savorying the feel of the battle the knowledge that you can take a mans life for the shear pleasure of it. He cuts thourgh another man blood flying up and staining his mail. His heart beats faster as he dodges enemy cuts. Letting out a savage war cry he plows thourgh the enemy his men quickly crushing the force. Athos Prepares his men to go further into the city laying waste to any enemy he meets.