| Nerta and Jacinda walk past a column of soldiers as they march off to battle, no doubt with the forces of the Sunken Kingdom.
Once again the Dread Necromancer had landed but the pair of women were leaving the matter to the newly reformed Ar Agyrian Army. Not that they could easily escape matters...
The call of the Lady Allia riding brings a scowl to the wandering Priestess, who glances first at Jacinda with a knowing look and then back to the Countess. "Only the Dark Mistress grants blessings Patrician and I doubt you crave her embrace...."
Despite the harsh words something prompts the surly priestess to pause in her walk and face the column of men to raise her voice, "Your men are scions of the north. They will shed blood and smash bone. And the one who smashes the most will earn the Wolf Lord's favour and the one who sheds most the Dark Mistress' blessing. To help you in this take with you the light of Incindia and carry it above you into battle..."
Despite the words, only a growing silence settles across the road leaving enough space for an awkward cough. Yet in that chasm of quiet the fluttering standard suddenly ignites with a tongue of violet flame. The mark of the Dark Mistress' favour dancing atop the standard, Nerta waves her hands about, "Now hurry up and win already. The Wolf Lord is waiting." |
