The army stretched as far as the eye could see, occupying half of the wide street. They were well-equipped, and their mounts were warhorses meticulously selected for the trace of Magical Beast Bloodline in their veins.
A single glance revealed them to be a formidable, organized, regular army.
They traveled with cart after cart of supplies in a vast and mighty procession, each soldier so arrogant their noses were pointed at the sky. The sight sent barefoot farmers and merchant caravans scrambling to clear the road, terrified of provoking these hooligan soldiers. After all, if they got their heads chopped off, there would be no one to hear their grievances.
The Beastman Warriors, however, paid them no mind. One picked his nose and swaggered over to begin the routine questioning.
"Where are you headed? You got the paperwork?"
ROAR!
