61st of Ashan 719, ~1PM
"Alright, Dosan," the Solghannon echoed as they crawled across the floor, dragging their thick hide through the dirt and sand of Kephallonias rainforest-like jungle. "A few trials have passed since Alistair and ourselves attacked the last village and news has no doubt circulated that us foreigners aren't taking prisoners," they explained.
Yes, they were still in the process of conquering Kephallonia and had been since the thirty-eighth. It had taken them so long to start conquering the villages was because Fridgar and Alistair rarely spoke, communication was nigh impossible between them and they rarely had the chance to debrief or explain the situation. It took them a whole twenty trials to begin their assault, and even then, Fridgar was left in the dust. Alistair had become a god in hand-to-hand combat, and Fridgar was obsolete.
They sought to prove themselves to him, so took on the task of conquering the rest of the villages themselves. For this one, they brought Dosan along. They hadn't spent enough time with him in recent trials and wanted to maintain their relationship.
"We're expecting to find them jumpy, aggressive... We wouldn't be surprised if they outright attacked us on sight." With that, they began to transform into the Llewnos and continued walking, even when their nerves were being tampered with during the drift and shift of their bones. It was a pain that Fridgar had become so accustomed to that they found it comfortable, satisfying even.
In the form of the giant cat, they would not only be far faster and agile, but they would be able to dodge and weave around crossbow fire quite easily as well as deliver lethal killing blows with their skull-crushing jaws.
Up ahead was the village they sought, with pillars of black smoke rising from firepits that littered the town. It was without walls and was concealed by tall, thick trees and thick foliage, but not so much so that it wasn't visible, even given Fridgar's poor eyesight. "Are you ready?" They asked as they turned to Dosan with their large, white, feline head. Just a trill later, they felt the motion of a projectile hurtling directly at their head. With their supreme bodily control, they ducked. The arrow flew overhead and struck the ground beside them.
The blare of a war-horn sounded as well as the war-cries of a mixture of Lotharro, Ithecal and Humans alike. Evidently, the people were far more ready than Fridgar had first anticipated.
"Alright, Dosan," the Solghannon echoed as they crawled across the floor, dragging their thick hide through the dirt and sand of Kephallonias rainforest-like jungle. "A few trials have passed since Alistair and ourselves attacked the last village and news has no doubt circulated that us foreigners aren't taking prisoners," they explained.
Yes, they were still in the process of conquering Kephallonia and had been since the thirty-eighth. It had taken them so long to start conquering the villages was because Fridgar and Alistair rarely spoke, communication was nigh impossible between them and they rarely had the chance to debrief or explain the situation. It took them a whole twenty trials to begin their assault, and even then, Fridgar was left in the dust. Alistair had become a god in hand-to-hand combat, and Fridgar was obsolete.
They sought to prove themselves to him, so took on the task of conquering the rest of the villages themselves. For this one, they brought Dosan along. They hadn't spent enough time with him in recent trials and wanted to maintain their relationship.
"We're expecting to find them jumpy, aggressive... We wouldn't be surprised if they outright attacked us on sight." With that, they began to transform into the Llewnos and continued walking, even when their nerves were being tampered with during the drift and shift of their bones. It was a pain that Fridgar had become so accustomed to that they found it comfortable, satisfying even.
In the form of the giant cat, they would not only be far faster and agile, but they would be able to dodge and weave around crossbow fire quite easily as well as deliver lethal killing blows with their skull-crushing jaws.
Up ahead was the village they sought, with pillars of black smoke rising from firepits that littered the town. It was without walls and was concealed by tall, thick trees and thick foliage, but not so much so that it wasn't visible, even given Fridgar's poor eyesight. "Are you ready?" They asked as they turned to Dosan with their large, white, feline head. Just a trill later, they felt the motion of a projectile hurtling directly at their head. With their supreme bodily control, they ducked. The arrow flew overhead and struck the ground beside them.
The blare of a war-horn sounded as well as the war-cries of a mixture of Lotharro, Ithecal and Humans alike. Evidently, the people were far more ready than Fridgar had first anticipated.