The Foundations [OPEN]
Jul 19, 2015 18:05:27 GMT -6
Post by The Madness on Jul 19, 2015 18:05:27 GMT -6
She could trust her men back in Ostia. They had been given the most basic of orders: Mine for stone. Chop for wood. Collect things to build other things. Even undead, with their nonworking brains and their dull nerves could get the idea. Three mined, three chopped wood, and the three others were taken with her to the mountains near Ostia. While the land that had been ruined by humanity's mistakes was inhospitable to the sons of man, the mountains and the areas behind the mountains were still under their control. She needed more manpower, and she could get some supplies while at it.
They moved as one entity. Every mode she did was repeated by the undead thanks to the mental connection they shared. She felt a bit ashamed about losing three whole men to the coward who was afraid of the dark. But, in the end... He saved up her time. Such a coward under the king's army even as an undead would be a grave dishonor to such a brilliant ruler. If the craven came to her once more, she'd still take him under her, just not as a soldier. Something more fitting. Something like the court jester.
Back to the important matters at hand... The night was still young, and there were lost souls to be taken to the King. Down the mountainous valleys they went, silence ruling the land except for the few occasional pebbles being hit by their feet. Eventually they made their way down the mountains and into a valley. The mountains were now behind them, and ahead of them was a thick forest. After the forest there was a road, and on that road... Well. Who knew what could be moving on that road.
They moved as one entity. Every mode she did was repeated by the undead thanks to the mental connection they shared. She felt a bit ashamed about losing three whole men to the coward who was afraid of the dark. But, in the end... He saved up her time. Such a coward under the king's army even as an undead would be a grave dishonor to such a brilliant ruler. If the craven came to her once more, she'd still take him under her, just not as a soldier. Something more fitting. Something like the court jester.
Back to the important matters at hand... The night was still young, and there were lost souls to be taken to the King. Down the mountainous valleys they went, silence ruling the land except for the few occasional pebbles being hit by their feet. Eventually they made their way down the mountains and into a valley. The mountains were now behind them, and ahead of them was a thick forest. After the forest there was a road, and on that road... Well. Who knew what could be moving on that road.