Denied their frontal assault their anger turns towards the helpless crowds below. Cruelly their spouts of flame render building after building into nothing but a pile of leaves kicked by a child. The devastation is quick and calculated to try to cause as many casualties as possible. This isn't a bandit attack, or an invading army, this is extinction. Death has come to Dragon Keep on red wings. Making your way up you see the gyre the three make as they lay waste to the mountain side...denied their prize at the top. Help who you can, put out some fires, and keep climbing. Oh gods, another volley tears through the stone buildings like they were paper. The stone is burning...as smoke, cinders, and screams fill the air.