Recent content by Zola

Perfect bliss was replaced with pain. Zola groaned and attempted to roll onto her side to curl around the agony blooming from her kidney but the ropes and binds made it difficult to do anything but rock slightly. The dream had felt so real it took a while for her to adjust, to realise what she...

"Captain Zola!" She blinked. The image of the harbour, the island, and the two Dreadlords she had been fighting vanished. Before her was the calm sea and the prow of The Antagonist. Her ship. With a shaking hand she touched the worn, well oiled wood she knew so well. She had bled on this prow...

"I serve my country, whatever form it decides to take," Zola snarled back. She had lost but every second of resistance brought the other men more time. Time to clear out the town and load people onto ships, to send messages ahead that this worthless shithole had been lost, that she had held the...

Zola swore as the wraith met her blade instead, wasting her strong swing and the offensive upper hand she had gained as she was forced to switch to the defensive. Now she had perfected the noise and frequency that disrupted these minor wraiths all it took was a shrill whistle for the form of an...

Bright stars flashed in Zola's vision as she was brutally slammed into the cobbled street. Tiny cracks appeared and some bits of stone broke off entirely leaving a rough indentation of the Dreadlord's body. Every bone along her back screamed in protest but she bottled it up through gritted teeth...

No! Zola could do nothing to help the guardsman as he ran forward to fight Erodin one on one. The dragon bore down on her locking her in place. She couldn't even give voice to her anguish for if she stopped her magic, the dragon would devour her whole. So she watched, helplessly, as the man...

Zola took a deep breath in and raised her sword, her eyes focused on the dragon rushing towards her, but no sound came out as she opened her mouth. At least, not to the human ear. The wraiths who had returned to rampaging through the streets suddenly faltered. Some writhed as if in pain...

Zola's response to Erodin's threat was to bare her teeth in a feral smile. She was not one of these new generation Dreadlords to be cowed with an idol threat. Erodin's magic was deadly, yes, but so was hers. This would be no easy fight for either should it come to that. Which, by his terms...

"Steady," Zola told her archers, straining through the noise to pin point where footfalls came from. The wraiths made no noise and there was a hollowness to the illusions that made her skin crawl in a way she couldn't explain. Real sound had soul. "Adjust a little to the south-east, nautical...

The rogue Dreadlord before her dropped to the floor writhing in pain with her hands clamped over her bleeding ears. Zola looked down at her in disdain. She had known her or, at least, known of her. There were not many Dreadlords after all and those who were similar in age often ran in the same...

The docks were in chaos. Civilians fled the heat of the battle whilst soldiers struggled to wade through them like they would a strong current. Zola cursed as she saw a woman go down and helped her to her feet before she was trampled by her friends and those trying to protect her. They needed...

"That they do Master Gull," Zola intoned then caught the glance from one of the soldiers currently searching the goods the merchant had unloaded from his ship. The portly man made as if to follow but two of Zola's most trusted men barred his path; the Republic might have forgotten Zola but the...

Zola stepped back with a grimace as day old fish guts spewed over the dockside and very nearly over her freshly polished boots. "See, I did be tellin' ye, ain't there be nothin' to see 'ere. Old Gul do be no troublemaker." Old Gul was a short portly man who barely reached her chin, with a wide...