- Genres
- Fantasy, Scifi, Future, Past/Medeival, Realistic role plays not centered around romance.
What news could there be from a dying city that the crows and vultures did not already speak of with their harsh laughter and chattering. It had been a long time since they had had such a feast, but the crows were much more reserved then their carrion cousins. They were more sensitive to the disease than the vultures and they preferred their meat a little fresher. Even so the eating wasn't all that bad for them and with all of the inhabitants either dying or fleeing for their lives the city was left to its new winged masters. The vultures were the first to see the approaching intruders, their lofty circles giving them a perfect view of the valley that tumbled down from the mountain's broad face. However, solitary as they were, it was the crows that had been patrolling just beyond the city's walls that gave the alarm the intruders. The great nest mothers grumbled and shrieked in protest of the news. The city had been abandoned and the younger feathers were eager to explore this new territory.
The scouts entered the city under the watchful eye of the crows, the vultures less caring ignored the intruders as long as they retained a good distance, the city silent expect for the occasional harsh croak of a disgruntled crow. They walked tenderly so as to not to disturb even the ground, as far as they knew the very dirt could be filled with whatever plagued this city. On the outer fringes the streets held few clues that could be distinguished by the soldiers. They were still familiarizing themselves with the local fauna that had overwhelmed their vision every time they ventured beyond the sea of tents. They could smell that something was amiss but the rats here had neatly hidden themselves away under floorboards and in the rafters of nearby houses so they went unseen for the time being.
"Sergeant." Only of the men said. Even his soft words almost caused the rest to jump as Leonid turned to look along where the speaker was pointing. About a hundred feet in front of the group mounds of what looked like rags lay scattered along the street, appearing to have been thrown from the nearby houses and abandoned in the scramble to escape this haunted city. As they got closer it became very obvious that these were not just loose piles of cloth.
"All dead." One of them grumbled as he covered his mouth with the back of his hand in an attempt to discourage the smell of decomposing flesh. Cautiously they approached the closest body. As much as the task repulsed them they had to confirm the reports for the rest of the army, and so as carefully and gently as possible they used the butt ends of their spears to turn the body onto its back. As soon as they say the corpses face they took a few steps in retreat. Dark zigzagging veins were in sharp relief to the bodies pale, so bloated were they that it looked like even in death the man was struggling against some great force. Eyes had clouded over but the edges were still an unnatural tint of green-blue, and there were long congealed streaks along the man's bare neck and chest where he had clawed desperately at his throat.
There were no commands needed to call the scouts into a retreat spooked as they were. Perhaps they would have made it out of the city fine, no disease, no pain, not a hint of trouble for the great army, but the mountain breeze looked cruelly upon the invaders. A plotting gust descended on the city sweeping up the bits of death that had fallen upon this poor city. The smell of death and rot filled the air and the small party felt a strong gust of wind hit them from behind. The chill and the smell of the wind drew small gasps from the soldiers as they continued to retreat. Their lungs opened wide and the bacteria that had been colonizing the bodies they had claimed gleefully burrowed through the mucus that coated the insides of the lungs anchoring themselves to the papery flesh.
"The refugees are telling the truth. That city is nothing but rot." The report was received stoically by Kirtin. All was recorded and swiftly bound together to be delivered to the spymaster himself. There was no longer a city for them to invade, new orders would have to be given, and until then the army would hold its position. Far enough away from the city but close enough to Pegulis's border to be ready to move in an instant. The scouts in the mean time were guided to a quarantine tent away from many of the other soldiers. However, few even acknowledged one of the member's cough as he was escorted through the tents. With so much pollen in the air and the cold coming off of the mountains many had developed a little bit of a cough. It should have been nothing to worry about, should have been.
The scouts entered the city under the watchful eye of the crows, the vultures less caring ignored the intruders as long as they retained a good distance, the city silent expect for the occasional harsh croak of a disgruntled crow. They walked tenderly so as to not to disturb even the ground, as far as they knew the very dirt could be filled with whatever plagued this city. On the outer fringes the streets held few clues that could be distinguished by the soldiers. They were still familiarizing themselves with the local fauna that had overwhelmed their vision every time they ventured beyond the sea of tents. They could smell that something was amiss but the rats here had neatly hidden themselves away under floorboards and in the rafters of nearby houses so they went unseen for the time being.
"Sergeant." Only of the men said. Even his soft words almost caused the rest to jump as Leonid turned to look along where the speaker was pointing. About a hundred feet in front of the group mounds of what looked like rags lay scattered along the street, appearing to have been thrown from the nearby houses and abandoned in the scramble to escape this haunted city. As they got closer it became very obvious that these were not just loose piles of cloth.
"All dead." One of them grumbled as he covered his mouth with the back of his hand in an attempt to discourage the smell of decomposing flesh. Cautiously they approached the closest body. As much as the task repulsed them they had to confirm the reports for the rest of the army, and so as carefully and gently as possible they used the butt ends of their spears to turn the body onto its back. As soon as they say the corpses face they took a few steps in retreat. Dark zigzagging veins were in sharp relief to the bodies pale, so bloated were they that it looked like even in death the man was struggling against some great force. Eyes had clouded over but the edges were still an unnatural tint of green-blue, and there were long congealed streaks along the man's bare neck and chest where he had clawed desperately at his throat.
There were no commands needed to call the scouts into a retreat spooked as they were. Perhaps they would have made it out of the city fine, no disease, no pain, not a hint of trouble for the great army, but the mountain breeze looked cruelly upon the invaders. A plotting gust descended on the city sweeping up the bits of death that had fallen upon this poor city. The smell of death and rot filled the air and the small party felt a strong gust of wind hit them from behind. The chill and the smell of the wind drew small gasps from the soldiers as they continued to retreat. Their lungs opened wide and the bacteria that had been colonizing the bodies they had claimed gleefully burrowed through the mucus that coated the insides of the lungs anchoring themselves to the papery flesh.
"The refugees are telling the truth. That city is nothing but rot." The report was received stoically by Kirtin. All was recorded and swiftly bound together to be delivered to the spymaster himself. There was no longer a city for them to invade, new orders would have to be given, and until then the army would hold its position. Far enough away from the city but close enough to Pegulis's border to be ready to move in an instant. The scouts in the mean time were guided to a quarantine tent away from many of the other soldiers. However, few even acknowledged one of the member's cough as he was escorted through the tents. With so much pollen in the air and the cold coming off of the mountains many had developed a little bit of a cough. It should have been nothing to worry about, should have been.