Leading The Charge

For some reason, I was a general leading a large unit of soldiers of different fantasy races - humans, some elves, a lot of orcs.

I stood before them, rows and rows of them, the serried ranks of my army, standing in an amphitheatre at night. Just beyond was some sort of golden pyramid, where the enemy was.

I was delivering some sort of a pep talk to them. They were responding with great enthusiasm about the prospect of dying in vast quantities in battle. It sounded more important to them that they died fighting than lived. And I agreed with them, because I was going to lead the charge myself.