At the back of the charging horde of barbarians, stood a magnus. A mage of old, one how had been dormant for many years, do to an elderic curse. He had been reduced to a fairy tale during his slumber for a hundred years, but he had returned.
"Today, I set the world aflame with green blazes. I will show them the fear they felt a century ago!" He roars, from the far back of the barbaric tide, as he force his way threw, lobbing large green flames at the castle, like a siege weapon. The flames did little though, unless they caught onto flesh, in which the burns were painful, and fast spreading. These attacks drained the mage, and forced him to consume a few barbarians to keep the attack going. Rinack make sure to keep himself hidden from sight, his true form behind hidden by the rather over sized robes he had clad himself in.

 He had a mission, he wouldn't let his greatest weakness show. Not now. Not ever again.

The great magnus of the nether hell keeps his attack up, sending the rather weak blobs of fire into the ranks on top of the ramparts. Quickly, his pushed forward, to the broken wall, where he simply stood back, throwing flames over the wall. The goal here was to cause fear, not death. So, he would cause that fear, with the darkest power he knew. 

 Again? So soon? The feeding is getting worse you know......

Rinack shook off these memories of the past, and attempted to consume a few of the guards on the ramparts, from where he stood. Red energy left their bodies, and flowed into the magnus, not turned green by his rotten soul. The few soldiers were reduced to ash in there armor with in the minute, but such a ability drained Rinack, forcing him to rest. Hiding in the horde of primitive fools, he waited for his strength to return....soon, he would win.