The living always found the dead unsettling. The entropic energies could easily be whipped into a malevolent force in the right hands to take the last breath of any who fell in their wake. The confidence in this one of his abilities and those of his supporters would be tested, she believed no-one’s ‘good word’ without proof. [color=#b20080]“Well see, won’t we.” [/color]
Lonely, was a matter of perspective. Nyllian heard the voices, the whispers of the dear departed, she communed with the dead when confined to solitary. While she was rented like a broodmare and her magical talents sold, now unbound her path was hers to choose and who else but the Divine that freed her leash? These men were unworthy of Elgar’nan’s grace, but they were mere pawns, disposable pieces to inconvenience the fools set against them. They would parlay for now.
Nyllian rolled her eyes in boredom. While she likely wouldn’t escape any skirmish uninjured, she could kill them all with relative ease. If it weren’t for the grandeur scheme of things, she’d chuckle to herself.
[color=#b20080]“We resort to guerrilla tactics,” [/color]was all she muttered, gait drawing closer to the leader.
The bodies drawn from the earth were of elvhen descent. A small contingent which had clashed with some Tevinter mages during the Ancient Age, their armoured bones carrying the weapons of their past lives. Behind her, fingers gestured and weaved signs of instruction. Half of the undead began meandering ahead towards the village, the rest but one took another route.
[color=#b20080]“This is Reaper,” [/color]eyeing the sole remaining corpse who approached her side. An undead warrior, brandishing a greataxe toward above the small woman. [color=#b20080]“Unlike the others, he regenerates when hit. Do not give him reason to do so.” [/color]
[color=#b20080]“Shall we?” [/color]
Lonely, was a matter of perspective. Nyllian heard the voices, the whispers of the dear departed, she communed with the dead when confined to solitary. While she was rented like a broodmare and her magical talents sold, now unbound her path was hers to choose and who else but the Divine that freed her leash? These men were unworthy of Elgar’nan’s grace, but they were mere pawns, disposable pieces to inconvenience the fools set against them. They would parlay for now.
Nyllian rolled her eyes in boredom. While she likely wouldn’t escape any skirmish uninjured, she could kill them all with relative ease. If it weren’t for the grandeur scheme of things, she’d chuckle to herself.
[color=#b20080]“We resort to guerrilla tactics,” [/color]was all she muttered, gait drawing closer to the leader.
The bodies drawn from the earth were of elvhen descent. A small contingent which had clashed with some Tevinter mages during the Ancient Age, their armoured bones carrying the weapons of their past lives. Behind her, fingers gestured and weaved signs of instruction. Half of the undead began meandering ahead towards the village, the rest but one took another route.
[color=#b20080]“This is Reaper,” [/color]eyeing the sole remaining corpse who approached her side. An undead warrior, brandishing a greataxe toward above the small woman. [color=#b20080]“Unlike the others, he regenerates when hit. Do not give him reason to do so.” [/color]
[color=#b20080]“Shall we?” [/color]
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