Curse

Barbarians of Glazio

Catrina stood at the helm, watchful eyes darting around. Avil sat on a crate, downcast. After this, where would he go? Surely the Janus kept their base to themselves. Avil had no home left to return. Perhaps this was his fate.

"Watch it! We're nearing the southern side of Ichth. We are nearing the Glazio camp."

The ship crashed against the earth, splitting it. It dove inwards until the helm leveled with the ground. Catrina hopped down to meet the hordes of Glazian Barbarians. The Janus were assassins, Glazio barbarians, Thorn sorcerers, and Simiak Knights.

The head stepped forwards, waraxe in hand.

"Janus." He spat onto the sand. "Those miserable scum. Why have you come? Would you like to die?" He grunted.

Catrina replied, "Quemicah. As naive as ever. You can kill me, but would that not start a war? Even now, our league is destroying the Capital of Ty'sya."

Quemicah's eyes widened. "What? Such a feat cannot be done! The Blood kin of Ichth holds us to a standstill!"

"You still want a war? Remember, the last time the Janus and the Glazio waged war, it did not look so pretty on your side, did it?"

"You... You fiend!"

Avil jumped from the ship. Quemicah saw his crest.

"You! Are you not the blood prince? Leave us."

Avil stared at Quemicah. "I do not take orders from this pitiful army. Last I knew of, we were winning the war on Ichth against you. Is that not true?"

Quemicah began sweating. "You... We can kill you!"

"And I can call the Blood kin right now."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Yes, yes I would. You realize I am the prince, right?"

"Ugh..."

Quemicah stumbled. Verbal diarrhea.

Catrina then spoke. "You know, all we want is a few reinforcements. The Blood Queen has fled. The kin will not attack for now."

"Thank you. Let me share some news with you. Sydney and Thracia have been at each other's throat for years now. They are preparing for war. The west and the south will be vulnerable to Blood kin attacks. Since you have more members to spare, will you reinforce the continents for me? Also, we sadly have no troops to spare. You know, we always had the least members. After the entire Square Four went to war with each other... We lost badly."

"Yes, yes you did. We and Simiak teamed up on you. Thorn raided our camps while we were here."

"Yes... That was quite unpleasant. I hope Thorn loses the war. It'll be revenge for them winning the global war."

"Yes, I hope..."

Catrina and Quemicah walked off, chatting like they were best friends, which they were not. A Janus assassin approached Avil.

"Sir, Simiak is sailing towards Fordrasir. We fear they are attacking."

Avil turned towards the ship.

"We sail at dawn."