The rain soon fell weak, allowing the two a bit more space as the drains flowed less. But much time had passed, and the weariness had taken the better of them. “I have a plan.” Likaya announced, the weakness had left her voice and there wasn’t much strain as she moved to show Froster a map of the town.“The post office, there are sprites there. We had Brasidas scout for them remember?”“Are they messenger worthy?”“Not sure, I’ll assume yes but we can always spruce them up. We send them a message, confirming our survival. Then we set a rally point for Richardson and take the last working boat on the western docks.”Froster nodded in agreement.“We move as soon as we heal. So an hour perhaps?” Seemed too long, but he did want the rest.“Yes mam” He agreed.A silence fell upon the pair, one laced with enough serenity and
The town square was the center of the conflict. The whistle of pirate plasma and the crack of their skelemek automatons rang high, all while the Fangsworn’s roars echoed as their Druids cast bizarre but powerful spells. Kolysians clashed with all the unorganized rabble of their pirate profession, backed up the more stoic movement and patterns of their veteran comrades.The Fangsworn rushed ahead, with javelins hurled as they ran from cover to cover. Massive blocks of stone and earth would emerge from the ground. Summoned by their Druid’s impressive magic.From edge of the Birchman line, Likaya spotted their target. The staff carrying Druid who had yanked her back into the damned town. Ergonus, was the name Froster overheard. When the pair slew one of the Druids, this Ergonus took that as a personal slight and hunted the squad. Chasing them down with a devastating Lightning Caller.The Druid was small when compared to his companions, he stood in stark
Clutching his staff, he drew upon the energies of the land. Seeping away at the remaining essence of his minimal verdure surroundings. He reached out further, away from the town. Further away from the ruined brick of the town, and emptied bones of the fallen Xanthites. He had to go further. Into the marshes.His magic touched the reeds, the lilies and the grass. Once his power touched them, he took their blessings. Seeping their life from their form. Turning what was once green and lively into nothing but a dying husk. Rejuvenated, he stands straight. Ready for the phase of the battle.The Druids moved first, slinking away in a haze of dusty and leaves. Moving deeper into the streets, they fired crossbows and hurled wreckage. The Fangsworn stayed, tossing javelins and charging without abandon. Their stronger variants, the leaders of the pack had retreated. Leaving the plasma fodder for the Kolysians.Ergonus cast his energies upon his surroundings, forcing floral growth to emerge from
---> if you are interested in my work, please check out my novel The Starving Vulture. Available on A****n, $3.99 for the Ebook and $14.95 for the Paperback https://www.a****n.com/Starving-Vulture-Miguel-Monta%C3%B1a/dp/1951150899<--------- Her legs were on fire, not in the actual sense of things. But the sprint uphill had done more than just spill some sweat and bleed her already bandaged wounds. Her back ached with a pain born from blackened bruises and bad posture, her chest was just about to burst from the exertion she was forcing upon her tired body. But giving up wasn’t a viable option for a soldier, much less for a Lieutenant of the Voltiir Line Infantry. At the corner of her eye, she saw the rest of the platoon. Lead by her ever reliable second in command. The soldier stood
---> if you are interested in my work, please check out my novel The Starving Vulture. Available on A****n, $3.99 for the Ebook and $14.95 for the Paperback https://www.a****n.com/Starving-Vulture-Miguel-Monta%C3%B1a/dp/1951150899<--------- The jagged rocks sat high above the rest, domineering the distant valley horizon like the bared teeth of a humongous predator. The surroundings rippled with the noise of volt fire, as the roar of explosions echoed across the stony hills of the Molag Valley. Long held as the demilitarized border between the Zeraph Republic and Eldraeci Island Federation, the place now writhed with the horror of combat.
The train had begun its slow crawl onto Sephiro Station, the cars were abuzz with activity as soldiers from every class of the Zeraph Republic had prepared to depart. Mageblades rumbled out first, their heavy armor in baggage while their plasma swords slung light on their backs. Lancers led their horses by the reins, marching in a single line. All while the Voltiir Line infantry waited for their turn to depart. Likaya stood alongside her platoon, though she no longer led them. She felt it was necessary that she stayed close, till she no longer could. Her Sergeants had taken command, and soon enough they’d be shipped off to officer school.
Froster found his new Captain strange. Not as strange as the eldritch horrors crafted from Kolys sorcery or maddened savagery of the Birchmen tribes. She was just different. It wasn’t the first time he had interacted with a soldier from another regiment, nor was it his first time interacting with another sapient that wasn’t a Dragonwolf. But being under one was an experience he wasn’t sure he was prepared for. Nonetheless, he trusted Xenophon’s and Xerxes’ judgement. He would do what was expected of a Dragonwolf.The pair arrived at the barracks of the 6th Platoon, his new Captain may not have noticed it but he checked to see if the fr
The sheriff was a recluse, how and why he opted to be a lawman of a bustling trading town was a mystery to all. Including himself, but he did find pride in his work. Still, it was considered hard to operate as a reliable sheriff if he was half asleep. He very near wanted to slap the hell out of his deputy the moment he could hear the young Orsim’s crusty voice calling his name as he slept. “This better be good Will” He mumbled as they both sped their horses down the main highway. It was 3am, and a few traders had already began departing with their wares down the Sorrenson Road. Ferrying herbs, produce, meat and other essential wetland resources. A few of them recognized the sheriff, greeti
“Weapons have been tested, operating at maximum efficiency. Joint pistons have also been upgraded with a pressure release valve to help them when traversing a swamp. As per the mission parameters.”“Including Thornrat?” As if in response to her question, the light GearBane pumped its piston joints and cackled as the visors on its angular face focused towards the Battle Mage. “Feisty” Froster commented. “But useful.” Aster added. She summoned Thornrat from its mooring, the light Gearbane had a spring in its step, a byproduct of the coils that helped the machine sprint and even leap into battle.