From Westwood, they traveled along the High Roads, pushing north, along the Sunk Ravine of Tha'lvk, through villages and strongholds touched by the Hell Tide. The Earth would always remain scorched in those places. Blackened by blood and fire.
Mounted gnoll heads, Imps, banshees, boggards, and hellions stood on pikes outside the walls alongside the heads of those too craven to fight. They had been left to the crows and ravens to peck at their eyes, teeth, and flesh, festering with rot.
Bodies of babes could be seen smeared over the walls like paste, where demons would bash their skulls against the wall or fence or toss them onto the pikes to see if they'd stick. It had been a pastime game the demons played, curious to see who would charge out to seek revenge only to be torn to pieces.
