The Bone Riders

Thousands upon thousands strong covered in full battle armament the riders most definately frightening the stench of evil and death abounds for these riders are of another world not the living, but yet the the dead for they dwell in the realm of the in-between. The mounts upon which they ride creatures too most evil and foul throw fear into all they encounter eerie red glows where eyes should be a foul steam emits from nostril and mouth in addition, thunder follows in their advance with lightening around them ever present. With every passing battle they lay claim to more riders with which to further build their army pour souls whose only wish is to pass into the light, a most peaceful death indeed with every ounce of courage they can muster they strive to avoid these riders and their evil with voices rasied unto the heavens, they pray for good to prevail over this un-wordly evil.