Black pools focused on the leader, void of all but one feeling, disdain. Had they stooped so low that they had to entertain these rabble? Nyllian scoffed. [color=#b20080]“Friends? Really? All I see are a band of untested boys, playing knifemen.”[/color] She didn’t have friends. She left corpses, and then used them to fight and swarm while she stalked through the field harvesting more. She’d have made Arlathan her field of bones if she had been given the chance.
The explanation they were her aid irked her further, and her back straightened in offence. Cult? [color=#b20080]“My Master is the True God, call it such again and I will tear out your tongue,”[/color] she’d snap harshly. She could handle her own, her army of undead were proof of such, but fine, she would allow them to accompany her. Perhaps if any fell, she could reap them anew to fight on? Or were they sentimental over dead meat? Time would tell.
Her gaze slowly returned to her work, back facing them she’d informed them of her task. [color=#b20080]“I’m almost done, then we march to the village over, to raise it. We’ll see if you are worth your lives… afterwards.” [/color]
If the peasants living there didn’t flee, then they would be crushed under their feet. In the name of her God, she’d help cleanse the rest of the land for him. Once her small band of undead were assembled, she drew a few feet closer, hands gathering behind her. [color=#b20080]“Do you need me to lead the way, or are you versed enough in the local area?” [/color]
The explanation they were her aid irked her further, and her back straightened in offence. Cult? [color=#b20080]“My Master is the True God, call it such again and I will tear out your tongue,”[/color] she’d snap harshly. She could handle her own, her army of undead were proof of such, but fine, she would allow them to accompany her. Perhaps if any fell, she could reap them anew to fight on? Or were they sentimental over dead meat? Time would tell.
Her gaze slowly returned to her work, back facing them she’d informed them of her task. [color=#b20080]“I’m almost done, then we march to the village over, to raise it. We’ll see if you are worth your lives… afterwards.” [/color]
If the peasants living there didn’t flee, then they would be crushed under their feet. In the name of her God, she’d help cleanse the rest of the land for him. Once her small band of undead were assembled, she drew a few feet closer, hands gathering behind her. [color=#b20080]“Do you need me to lead the way, or are you versed enough in the local area?” [/color]
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