One war. Two Sisters. One end.
There is no running from it. Fate shall have its way as both daughters of Stormband take to the field of battle. Each with one goal - vengeance.
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Sister, dear sister, a word for the wise? Blood may be thick. But like all things, it turns thin when it boils and writhes.
Sister Dear Sister, A Children's Poem
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Everything started looking the same some time ago. Koroth Ulin was, more or less, just a carbon copy of the two previous jurisdictions they had passed through on their way east.
To Sheala, the Koroth Lands were nothing more than one never ending town. Composed of mostly low single and two-story wooden or stone structures, the sprawl rambled on along the countryside with no end in sight. Most of the structures had thatched roofs, while others had ones made of overlapping wooden shingles. There was only the occasional respite from the abutting buildings, intersecting streets, and throngs of people.
Residences intermixed haphazardly with markets and storefronts, and other various establishments. Mostly any number of different places to get drunk on a variety of local, and often cheap, booze.
While some areas seemed more reputable than others, none of it was what Sheala would have considered prime retirement real estate.
Koroth Savo, which they had completed traveling through just yesterday, and on the backs of one fewer horse than they had several days ago, pretty much qualified as a run of the mill, standard slum. while Koroth Abal and now Ulin had only a slightly less precarious and about to be stabbed in the back at any moment feel about them.
Despite it all, the element infesting this entire region made Sheala at ease rather at home. Even if an unknown area to her, there was a soothing reminder of her time on the streets of Catersburg dancing around in her mind.
"How do you think Korg and Sheetah are getting along on their own?" The former their asked, drawing back the now stuffy hood of her cloak. She maneuvered her mount around a cart headed for them once it became clear the drive didn't seem interested in either stopping or changing direction on their account.
"Hopefully ok." Sayra spoke her reply from the depths of her own hood, still pulled up and hiding her silvery hair and from prying eyes she was entirely certain were on her. "I felt bad about sending them around. But I think it was for the best."
