It was a privilege to lead attacks on the surface, and it had been a dream of the newly appointed Commander for years now. She had her chance now, and this raid would be the first of many. The goal was to take critical supplies and artifacts that were being transported into the rich city of Elbion.
She moved like a cat, slowly slinking in between the trees under the cover of darkness. The skies were starless tonight, thick and gray clouds shrouding the moon from view. The smell of rain to come was in the air, and the winds were rustling through the leaves to mask the sounds of her small group moving in. She had hand selected the individuals to come with her, all women and all fiercely loyal to the cause.
Vyx’aria came up towards a small gap in the woods where several caravans had set up to camp for the night. They were humans from the looks of it, the stench assailing her nostrils as she grimaced. She crouched near a boulder, lifting her hand to give silent signals to her comrades to halt and observe for just a moment before striking.
There was a fire in the middle of the camp, the bright flames causing her eyes to water slightly. The vivid light was a shock to her senses, and she had to look slightly away, knowing that the fire would complicate things. She tilted her head to look at one of the soldiers that specialized in magic, relying on her to take care of the fire problem.
There were about sixteen people gathered around the caravans, and she could tell the carts were laden with supplies. She could hear them speaking in tongues she could only partially decipher. In her military training before coming to surface, it was mandatory to learn the common tongue. She turned her crimson gaze back towards the camp, preparing to pounce on the attack the very next moment.
She moved like a cat, slowly slinking in between the trees under the cover of darkness. The skies were starless tonight, thick and gray clouds shrouding the moon from view. The smell of rain to come was in the air, and the winds were rustling through the leaves to mask the sounds of her small group moving in. She had hand selected the individuals to come with her, all women and all fiercely loyal to the cause.
Vyx’aria came up towards a small gap in the woods where several caravans had set up to camp for the night. They were humans from the looks of it, the stench assailing her nostrils as she grimaced. She crouched near a boulder, lifting her hand to give silent signals to her comrades to halt and observe for just a moment before striking.
There was a fire in the middle of the camp, the bright flames causing her eyes to water slightly. The vivid light was a shock to her senses, and she had to look slightly away, knowing that the fire would complicate things. She tilted her head to look at one of the soldiers that specialized in magic, relying on her to take care of the fire problem.
There were about sixteen people gathered around the caravans, and she could tell the carts were laden with supplies. She could hear them speaking in tongues she could only partially decipher. In her military training before coming to surface, it was mandatory to learn the common tongue. She turned her crimson gaze back towards the camp, preparing to pounce on the attack the very next moment.