Post by Vio on Jul 23, 2021 4:51:13 GMT -5
Seere #1
A lazy, late afternoon on the Toroan coast was just like any other. Under the yellow sun and cloudy azure sky, the peoples of a small town perhaps a half-mile inland went about their daily business. A smattering of trees shielded them from the north-east, while rolling hills and a winding dirt road stretched out to the west, leaving just the rocky sloping path to the south that wound its way down to the beach. There was absolutely nothing special about this place, itself only a minor settlement within the country.
Most visitors skipped it entirely. Those that didn’t came either from the busier inland towns, or made landfall at the coast. That was why the Toroan Armed Forces had a strategically placed outpost on the southern side of town, overlooking the coastal road in order to watch out for newcomers. Pirates and other troublemakers weren’t an uncommon beast to encounter — the lack of allegiance to the World Government meant that there was no World Navy protection to be had. Sure, Marines pursued pirates across the waves, but the moment they entered Toroan waters, they were fully within their right to give up the chase.
Of course, she had planned for all this.
One by one over the last few hours, a number of small sailboats had made landfall. From them poured a few dozen men — about sixty in total — dressed in simple clothes and some wearing a modicum of leather armour to protect their vitals to some extent, though nothing grand. Swords, spears, morning stars, and a small number of other weapons were fastened to harnesses and belts, while some carried flintlock pistols. After what had felt like weeks of planning and gathering supplies, it was finally time to act, and they were itching for it.“That’s the last of us,” one man said:
“Now we just wait for…? Nevermind!”
As he turned, so too did most of the band, casting their eyes out to the shadow looming on the waves. Sat cross-legged upon a large raft was a figure clad in darkness, patient in its approach, with yellow eyes illuminated by the sun’s rays. With each passing second, the gap was closed further and further, guided by rhythmic paddling motions of a large oar that had once been most of a tree’s trunk. Within minutes, the raft grazed the coarse sands of the shore, allowing its sole passenger to stretch her legs and place her feet upon dry land.“Lady Seere!” another hailed:
“Everybody’s ready to march!”
“Good,” replied the woman, voice powerful. A towering figure clad in fine black mail mesh that hugged her silhouette, with odd bits of plate to protect her upper body, and dark hair mostly tied back into a braid. Ivory skin and similarly fair horns completed what most would have regarded as something of a demonic aesthetic, not to mention the immense bardiche whose butt she rested upon the sand for a moment. Of course, the true grandeur of her being came from the fact that she stood seventy feet tall — a colossus in comparison to the men whose heights averaged out at about six.
“I need not remind you of the plan in its entirety,” the woman stated, stretching slightly to limber up her legs after being sat down for so long. “The militia here likely outnumbers you three to one and have a complete garrison to the south, hence the plan for most of you to attack from the north-east while I and a few others assault the garrison. Remember, I do not want civilian casualties,” she affirmed, already starting to march and watching over her shoulder as her human entourage scuttled into groups as per previous instruction. Forty split from the main group and raced for the treeline, the rest following in her wake as she followed the coastline to the town’s southern entrance…{Post Synopsis:—}
As Seere and her troops make landfall at Toroa, dividing in an attempt to conquer a small town.
NOTE: Fox
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