Nothing strikes terror in the hearts of city watchmen than the dreaded sound of feet heavily stomping the ground echoing across the empty plains. Its an attack, a sign that the enemy will soon be upon them. But a mere horde of orcs is nothing compared to the truest terror of the night…
It starts with a gentle ‘pitter-patter’, barely audible over the eerie silence. Then it grows steadily louder and louder, until all that can be heard is that of many sharp somethings piercing hard ground, much like a symphony of mining pick each striking one after another in a quick yet endless rhythm.
The ground begins to shake, the open plains rapidly turn black as if the moon’s gentle light has been chased away.
It has come, far worse than any horde, far worse than a swarm of oversized rats. It is a stampede… Not of cattle but bugs. Many, many-legged bugs. Humongous and ever so hungry. With their sharp feet even capable of penetrating hard stone, no wall can stop them for they can climb the steepest of cliffs…
The Centipedes are here!
Shades of Battler 