The next morning, the two armies that would decide the fate of the northern Murathicus lands lined up on opposite sides of the Thiar River.
The Northern Coalition's army, with it's hodgepodge of mismatched colours, ununiform equipment and more than five dozen flags, stood in even straight rows, creating three massive lines of military might, with few gaps between them. Though their still remained some semblance of disorganization, especially among the clans who held bad blood between each other.
