Red Hand of Doom #Cyrus
Red Hand of Doom!
The Wyrmsmoke Mountains shook with the thunder of ten thousand screaming hobgoblin soldiers. From the phalanx emerged a single champion. One by one the tribes fell silent as the warlord rose up, blue scales gleaming along his shoulders, horns sweep back from beneath him. A hundred bright yellow banners stood beneath him, each marked with a great red hand. He stood upon a precipice and raised his arms. “Hear me!” the warlord bellowed. “Tomorrow we march for war!”