Las left the group behind, letting them talk as she returned to the soldier's cots. She stopped at her own and sat down, pulling a bag out from under the cot and pulling out a piece of paper and a pencil before she began writing.
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Far across the battlefield, the undead armies stirred. Thousands of rotting corpses stood in the trenches. Restless, hungry, waiting. A robed figure strode through the trenches, his face scarred and his breast covered in military decorations. A younger, smaller woman followed behind him, dressed in similar robes though undecorated. "Sir, the preparations are ready. You can begin the charge as you see fit. The Behemoths will be sent shortly afterwards, as will the Horsemen and Banshees," she said. The other necromancer nodded. "Very well," he responded before turning to the the horde. "BEGIN THE CHARGE!" he boomed.
The undead streamed up and out of the trench, climbing on top of eachother as they clawed for the top. They emerged over the edge of the trenches and ran, rifles and sabers and axes and shovels gripped in their bony fingers. An unfortuante scout was caught up in the
Back in the Ivernian trenches, a sniper knelt down peering through their scope. She whistled to herself before seeing... Something at the other end of her scope. She looked closer, before scrambling away and letting her gun fall to the ground of her tower. "UNDEAD! UNDEAD! UNDEAD!" she shouted, scrambling over to the edge and yelling down to the man stationed by one of the bells that lined the trenches. He rang the bell, and the other bellmen did the same before the whole of the trenches was filled with the deep ringing of bells.
The undead were coming, and there would be blood.
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Las looked up from her leather and frowned, tossing her paper aside and grabbing up her rifle. She slid the quicksilver vial into her belt and stormed out of the sleeping area with another group of soldiers. She pulled back the bolt on her rifle and watched as some climbed up into no man's land to fight the undead on their own turf. She frowned and climbed after them, ready to face death head on.