“You’ve never seen anything like it, never in your life.”

” I heard that she makes the heavens open up and raze entire cities to the ground.”

“No, it’s nothing like that.  She has this knight, her general, who is a demon bound to her control, he’s the source of all that power.”

“You fool, how could one knight, demon or not, level Myocra in one day?”

The three other peasants gathered around took a moment to figure that out. It did seem unlikely that one being could destroy all of Myocra, let alone in one day. After all, it was the largest citadel in the nation, with a huge military force permanently occupying it.

“Bah, you bunch o’ ninnies don’ know what ‘yer squabbling about,” a gruff voice barked from behind them. They turned and saw a dirty old man standing in the doorway of the pub, stumbling and staggering toward the group.

“I done saw it, right with me’ own eyes,” he grabbed the shoulder of one of the peasants for support, stammering to find the words, perhaps distracted by the reek of ale he was emmiting. ” I was there, leaving th’ town when it happened.  This wave of darkness washed o’er the edges of the town, leavin’ ruin in its wake. It was lead by this rider wearin’ this evil armor, ridin’ an eight legg’d horse, cuttin’ down anyone on his path. And the horse, it could fly!”

The group exchanged glances, before one of them said, “Old man, maybe you’ve had a little too much to drink?”

“Bah, the lot of you idiots don’ believe me. You’d believe me if you were there. It was terrible, it was horrible, it… it…” the old man trailed off, eyes slowly looking to the horizon, and a look of horror creeping over his face. He stood there stammering before pointing out to the horizon and shouting with terror, “IT’S THE BLACK QUEEN!” The group looked out to where he was pointing. There was a cliff face not far out, and with a lone figure at the top of it. It was hard to tell what he looked like, because the glare of the setting sun obscured most of him, but they could only tell it was a figure on horseback, nothing to back up the old man’s terrified barking. But even so, he was running away, as fast as his inebriated legs could carry him, shouting for everyone to run.