Fel...doesn't actually poke the rift with her magic, but she, you know, pokes it with her magic. Observes it.
Which rift?
The distortion thingy.
You poke it...
The rift thing _tore_.
Oh fuck it's tearing more now.
"Bugger off Jon."
Frazz lands nearby the peasants, looking majestic as fuck
"Greetings. We intend no harm."
You land around 70 or so feet away infront of Jon to be close to the peasants, they scream in terror and flee further into the woods, scattering.
((Nope, it's just John, Vigil and an army of a NPCs))
To the Orc village we go! Stop about a kilometre out for the marksmen and snipers to find vantage points. A few marksmen are to stay with the main group. Main group stops about 200m away from village walls, voice amp on. Let the translator do it's thing
"Greetings, greenskins. You have ten seconds to surrender. Ten..." A 50mm HE shell is mortared into the village
At Second Ten, before the occupants of the village even realise what was going on or could process what's going on, one of the vehicles fired a 50mm shell out of it's coil. The computer having calculated the trajectory with the aid of satellite mapping, had fired it in a perfect arc over the village, the shell itself re-adjusts mid-flight using it's fin stabilizers, aiming itself towards the largest concentration of greenskins regardless of size, age or sex.
Impact.
Great plume of dust and smoke explodes into the air as the High-Explosive round did it's part, powerful concussive blast turning orcs into dust from such a force, those were the lucky ones. The ones further away were thrown many meters away from where they were only to crash-land into the rough ground, limbs and bodies mangled, their purplish blood oozing all over the ground as sounds of frightful panicking could be heard coming from the village.
Second Eight, the 150mm fires..