Rathan gets up, stretches and wakes up Sevel, the Telfan yawns and starts packing up.
-Should we wait for her to wake up like last time or?- Rathan questioned.
-Sir, do you remember last time?- Sevel replies with a nervous tone.
-Yeah, she's a handful sometimes, and I'm not totally used to the whole leading thing, I'm glad you two stuck with me though-
-I'm glad to be here, I wasn't born to be with all that technology-
Hilma loudly grunts as she stands up.
-Good to know, but I have to agree all of that in Luldnaw is convenient- Rathan responds.
-It may be convenient but the price you pay for it is high, sweat and time- Sevel breaks their thoughts.
Hilma grunts while packing up.
Rathan and Sevel nod, the trio finishes packing up and heads onto Wesche, a few hours into the road they pass by a farm and in the distance they see Wesche's walls.
Hilma points at the fence and grunts.
-No I don't think we need to, it's unlikely they posted extra guards it would draw suspicion- Sevel replies.
Rathan stops and thinks.
-Too much of a risk- Rathan spans his wings and grabs the Telfan in one hand and the Stowrfling in the other.
The High Scaleborn takes flight and heads torwards the large city, he grunts with effort at each flap of his wings.
-Rathan this is not necessary-
-No one looks up this low on the continent- He grunts -After all the Harpies only rule the north-
Hilma releases a pleased grunt.
-Of course you're enjoying it you lazy rock- Rathan replies.
Hilma grunts and pinches the Scaleborn's claw.
-I have tough scales, and besides I might just drop you- He feigns releasing the Stowrfling.
She angrily grunts and shakes her fist, Rathan chuckles and Sevel sighs.
-Try not to drop me instead-
The Scaleborn nods and concentrates on flying, after a few minutes they pass atop the wall, he watches the streets below, the atmosphere was heavy, windows were broken, boarded or both, trash dominated the streets, bodies were hanged from wooden poles, more bodies could be spotted in alleyways, Sanguins feasted upon the corpses, guards carried bodies to a mass open grave where more Sanguins could be seen, Rathan landed on a low rooftop and let go of his companions.
-This is worse than when Itrhivel the Tyrant took control of Abys- Rathan said with a heavy sigh.
-Itrhivel the Darkan?-
-Yes, from my time with the Abyssal Blade, in fact that's how he got his name, preventing a war from happening-
Hilma grunts with an inquisitive tone.
-It's important I have a plan, just like back then we need the help of the people, let's search for anything that resembles a rebelion- Rathan commanded.
The other two nod, the trio climbs down from the rooftops and sneaks around the streets and alleys occasionally killing Sanguins that got in their way.
Hilma grunts with a saddened tone.
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Penumbral
FantasyAlimur Gaisgeach, a Human with the ability to manipulate the darkness aspect, adventures across Dartasil to follow in his father's footsteps, fate shuffles his cards in an unsavory manner and he is forced to deal with new world altering problems on...
