Dark Phalanx on march

The Dark Phalanx marches with unyielding determination, strategically distancing just enough from the coastline to meet the swiftly advancing relief forces summoned to the recently devastated village. In the wake of last night’s raid, where they descended like specters upon the unsuspecting inhabitants of the small fishing hamlet, triumph paints their faces; the slave haul has been bountiful, and the loot has richly laden the pockets of each warrior. As dawn breaks over a new day, with the alarm