The wind stirred. Eddies formed and multiplied in the dusty breeze, dancing over parched, rusty ground and swaying drunkenly through the sparse brush and trees. Without warning, the gust died down with a peculiar, whistling shriek, leaving the place stagnant with the scent of smoke and salt, iron and copper. Although the sun was nearly at its zenith, the sky was murky indigo, streaked with dust and congealing clouds.
Unperturbed, Alysia looked over the field of the impending battle. It was typical of K?Thayne, a desert-dry flatland, cracked by drought and faults and shadowed by the sharp uprising of the Dragonspine Mountains to the west. Before those mountains was the recently-constructed Keep de Tacrya, a stronghold walled round by dark stone and metal torn from the local quarries and mines.
The clouds began to boil directly over the stronghold.
Alysia observed this and rested her hand upon a sheathed sword - the Katana of the Shar'Vae Qhaith-Na'Vyth. She supressed a flash of irritation at the formation of ten mounted guards surrounding her. Attuned to the mood of the High Priestess, Nightmare snorted restlessly and stamped its fiery hooves.
The warriors around her were called the Bloodguard, a group of ten priests who, while they had been counted among the living, had betrayed their oaths to the god they had sworn to serve. Death had provided no escape from their treachery, as their ritual executions had served as a potent catalyst for a necromantic spell; the tainted priests, transformed into liches and death knights, were bound to serve Alysia.
One of the Bloodguard, the lich called Stead, muttered something, staring intently at the slowly spiraling clouds. His eyes - milky white, without iris or pupil - focused on the High Priestess as his trance dispersed enough for him to speak. ?They just opened a Twilight gate,? he intoned, ?in the Keep itself.?
Stead?s words drew some attention from those nearby. The generals nodded and went to go address the Legion. Javan raised a brow and smirked, and Lledrith cheered raucously, shouting, ?Bring it on!?
?Wait.? Hearing this, unsettled by the lich?s statement, Aeris nudged her mount closer to Alysia, edging through the Bloodguard. ?What?s going on? How can she be doing that?!? demanded Aeris. ?Tacrya?s stronghold isn?t close enough to the mountains for do that. . . I thought Twilight Gates could only be opened in the mountains!? The vampeal?s voice sounded shaky, and Alysia realized that this was the young priestess? first battle.
Unperturbed, Alysia looked over the field of the impending battle. It was typical of K?Thayne, a desert-dry flatland, cracked by drought and faults and shadowed by the sharp uprising of the Dragonspine Mountains to the west. Before those mountains was the recently-constructed Keep de Tacrya, a stronghold walled round by dark stone and metal torn from the local quarries and mines.
The clouds began to boil directly over the stronghold.
Alysia observed this and rested her hand upon a sheathed sword - the Katana of the Shar'Vae Qhaith-Na'Vyth. She supressed a flash of irritation at the formation of ten mounted guards surrounding her. Attuned to the mood of the High Priestess, Nightmare snorted restlessly and stamped its fiery hooves.
The warriors around her were called the Bloodguard, a group of ten priests who, while they had been counted among the living, had betrayed their oaths to the god they had sworn to serve. Death had provided no escape from their treachery, as their ritual executions had served as a potent catalyst for a necromantic spell; the tainted priests, transformed into liches and death knights, were bound to serve Alysia.
One of the Bloodguard, the lich called Stead, muttered something, staring intently at the slowly spiraling clouds. His eyes - milky white, without iris or pupil - focused on the High Priestess as his trance dispersed enough for him to speak. ?They just opened a Twilight gate,? he intoned, ?in the Keep itself.?
Stead?s words drew some attention from those nearby. The generals nodded and went to go address the Legion. Javan raised a brow and smirked, and Lledrith cheered raucously, shouting, ?Bring it on!?
?Wait.? Hearing this, unsettled by the lich?s statement, Aeris nudged her mount closer to Alysia, edging through the Bloodguard. ?What?s going on? How can she be doing that?!? demanded Aeris. ?Tacrya?s stronghold isn?t close enough to the mountains for do that. . . I thought Twilight Gates could only be opened in the mountains!? The vampeal?s voice sounded shaky, and Alysia realized that this was the young priestess? first battle.