Ryan dropped into the darkness that the trapdoor led to. Immediately he closed his eyes and concentrated on the aura in the area instead, allowing the void to consume his vision. Not that he needed it as Veronica and the few meant at managed to follow her down did not attempt to mask their presence, splashing the dirty water about as they bounded off towards what he assumed were more secret passageways through the old ruins. Ryan, by contrast, could move ever so silently even with the water, keeping to the edge of the circular tunnel and scurrying. His blade drawn, he quickly approached one of the stragglers at the very back. He took notice of Ryan, and before considering sounding an alarm, he immediately fired a bullet right at Ryan's head. The projectile was narrowly avoided, sparking against the stone at his left as Ryan quickly dodged aside. Within that motion, he let loose yet another throwing knife, one of his last, which sailed right into the hand holding the gun, forcing the m
Edlund felt stiff upon Myre, looking upon his legion that stood at attention patiently as others just like them organized in neat blocks. Row by row. These formations have become the staple of the empire's warfare tactics over the past few centuries. Predominantly used in the outlands and more recently against the far more structured Frostlandic forces they have been encountering as of late. A legion was to act almost like a small independent army. They have their infantry, pikemen, a few knights, and archers in the back. Overall the force was relatively small, just over two hundred in total, including himself, Gray, Elena, and Dagmyre, who sat on their horses just beside him. All knights were to stand in front of their legion and lead the march besides their captain, and they were there to make sure that the man giving orders didn't die, which was both a good and bad thing. It was a good tactic, as this guaranteed the safety of whoever the knights were protecting. A bad thing because
Massua felt jolted awake. It was a bizarre feeling as if you were just a moment ago falling, and your body needed to react. But as she got her bearings and rational thought came back to her, she knew that she was just in the carriage. She was not yet used to Vermilliaa's sign to wake up. She said it was the only way to pull her back from the world of dreams without outright endangering them both. Still, though, she wished that she did not look like a fool every time this must happen. Her mother always seemed unbothered, assuming it to be a starling dream, but if she kept prying, Massua was unsure how much she could hide from her mother. Celia was a wise person, always knowing what was going on in the lives around her, especially her children. And Massua should know, her brother is much the same way. That is what made him an excellent teacher to her. She wished she had developed that skill, to know what people think. That was, in fact, the point in these lessons that she and her
Massua felt jolted awake. It was a bizarre feeling as if you were just a moment ago falling, and your body needed to react. But as she got her bearings and rational thought came back to her, she knew that she was just in the carriage. She was not yet used to Vermilliaa's sign to wake up. She said it was the only way to pull her back from the world of dreams without outright endangering them both. Still, though, she wished that she did not look like a fool every time this must happen. Her mother always seemed unbothered, assuming it to be a starling dream, but if she kept prying, Massua was unsure how much she could hide from her mother. Celia was a wise person, always knowing what was going on in the lives around her, especially her children. And Massua should know, her brother is much the same way. That is what made him an excellent teacher to her. She wished she had developed that skill, to know what people think. That was, in fact, the point in these lessons that she and her
Massua felt jolted awake. It was a bizarre feeling as if you were just a moment ago falling, and your body needed to react. But as she got her bearings and rational thought came back to her, she knew that she was just in the carriage. She was not yet used to Vermilliaa's sign to wake up. She said it was the only way to pull her back from the world of dreams without outright endangering them both. Still, though, she wished that she did not look like a fool every time this must happen. Her mother always seemed unbothered, assuming it to be a starling dream, but if she kept prying, Massua was unsure how much she could hide from her mother. Celia was a wise person, always knowing what was going on in the lives around her, especially her children. And Massua should know, her brother is much the same way. That is what made him an excellent teacher to her. She wished she had developed that skill, to know what people think. That was, in fact, the point in these lessons that she and her
Lyse wished he could at least hear what was going on. But unfortunately, unless you were pressed up against the metal door, there wasn't much you could do. He trusted Ryan to get through to her, at the very least not kill her, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something staring right in his face. And it bugged him to no avail. The captain returned to her quarters and told Lyse that he was welcome to come anytime if she needed anything from her, which was a good thing because he does have a plan to hopefully get to the bottom of the main base of Lord Bok and Talin. He's glad that she is still so willing after all that has happened; then again, refusing a knight's wishes would be difficult, even for someone of her standing. But for this, Ryan was still an enigma as to how he knew about Talin and why he was still alive despite his knowledge. Especially if Talin was so thorough in keeping their identity a secret, in that case, someone like Ryan should not exist a
Life in the northern regions of Lykos has become harsher and harsher as the days continue. Granted that life outside of the major walled cities, such as the capital, has always been unkindly to the many residents that called the thin pine forest and coarse hills home. The many large and ancient beasts that have chosen to roam these lands as feeding territory has perpetually given a challenge to even the most experienced hunters who prey upon the abundant game or the mining of raw materials from the rich earth. But ever since the Frostlandians had declared war on the clans, the various raids and incursions from these rabid forces have pushed many from the border that they had once claimed a sustainable home. Of course, the empire does all it can to keep these forces at bay. Lykos is far from inexperienced with handling the raid parties of some nomadic sects or smaller factions within the Frostlands, but it is due to the far more cohesive and organized formations that present the la
The first mention I had of this man was from potential talk of a recent thief from a warlord's treasure. I knew only in intuition that this was to be the next to be enlisted; the man knew not by name but by deed, unsavory ones. I may not have known then what I expected of him, who would be the first to rise to the position of godslayer. Could this outlander indeed be worthy? Of course, but looking back, now, I realized the doubt I held was of unfounded superstition. He would always become my brother.~Lyse Opal (Account from Personal Memoir) Lyse was sitting near the gates that had been smashed in by the initial attack. The distinct hard ice that covered the ground here would take days to melt entirely. He had heard legends of some hyperboreans that could produce ice that could never melt, but with the slickness, he observed that appeared not to be the case here. That was, of course, a good thing. At least the townspeople could collect their dead that had been frozen solid where th