Nuclear Rage
EXP: 64,948, Level: 10
Level completed: 99%,
EXP required for next Level: 52
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The pounding of hooves against cracked road thundered. Felicity had taken a small squad with her to explore the side of the river where this pestilence was coming from. The three commanders who had been in the room with her, as well as three more soldiers - two men and a woman, all human. As their horses charged down the isolated, parched road, Felicity frowned at the withered trees and brown grasses. "I'll never get used to this..."
From beside her, a male voice chimed in, "Get used to what?"
Felicity turned her head to see Morloth riding a black steed. Felicity's own horse, Chamomile, greeted the stallion with the bop of her head as they roaced together. Felicity felt bitterness swell up in her. Was he suggesting she would not make a good general? Just as she was about the lash out though, she noticed his face. He was genuinely curious. Cursing her swiftness to anger, Felicity jerked her head towards a tree they were passing. "The drought..."
Morloth's nodded in understanding, eyes squinted against the harsh winds of this cruel countryside. "I grew up hearing nothing but Alerar's propaganda about Raiaera. How proud and folly they were, and how they deserved the undead destroying them for believing in magic."
Morloth lowered his head as bitterness swirled in his eyes, "But when I finally stepped on Raiaeran soil for the first time, and saw how terrible it looked, I realized that no land deserved such a fate..."
Felicity lifted one of her hands, pulling her loose hair out of her face. "Why did you leave Alerar? Come here?"
"Join the Brotherhood?" Morloth scoffed, turning towards the road with a smile on his face. "I guess I was tired of the war between elves. I had retired several years before moving to Corone, but even then I desired something outside of the smog of the cities or pestilence of the undead fields..."
Morloth sighed as he turned to Felicity with a sad face, "Yet, here I am again, under a dark sky..."
Felicity was about to respond, but the sound of a spooked steed sounded ahead of them. Felicity and Morloth slowed to a stop as Celebmoriel's bay horse spooked, kicking and rearing its head, blocking the rest of the riders from continuing.
As the horse cried in fright, Felicity noticed her own horse, Chamomile, was deathly silent. This was far unlike the spunky steed Felicity had grown affectionate for, and she realized that whatever war scaring these horses was affecting the others as well.
"Archet?" One of the soldiers in the back of the line started patting his nervous horse, "Are you alright, boy?"
Felicity sniffed the air, realizing what she had not before. She turned to see that Morloth's face with writhed with disgust. Andrew Column, who was struggling to control his speckled grey and white steed, spoke up. "Whatever is causing the patch of death, it's close!"
Felicity could not feel any foul magic in the air, yet she could definitely taste the bile summoning reek on her mouth. She coukd tell, even without her magic affinity acting up, that this smell was not natural. As Chamomile sharply jerked her head back the way they came, Felicity shouted, "Dismount! We continue on foot!"
She turned to the rather timid looking lad in the back, trying desperately to calm his horse. Felicity smiled, remembering a time she was that sensitive too. "You there!" She called. As the boy looked up to her, Felicity nodded, "Keep the horses safe. Draw them back to a place they'll calm down."
"Finn!" Felicity turned to see Gemshine, already dismounting her horse, calling to the young man, "Don't let the horses drink the water!"
Last edited by Flamebird; 05-03-2020 at 05:48 PM.
"I can't be proud of anything. I am ashamed of everything."
"I gave my heart, my allegiance, all my energy for this and got nothing but ashes in return. What on earth did I do to deserve being chewed and spit out like this? Time and time again, it's all the same."
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