Magic Eight Ball
Afureru, standing across the field, can see ghostly shapes wheeling toward her and her men. The shapes brake from a copse of dead, twisted trees. As they get closer, it’s easier for Afureru to make out the details.
Under ancient, decayed armor and barding, the outline of spectral warriors ride spectral horses. A full patrol compliment. Twenty strong. They charge in utter silence.
[The enemy is at long range. Battle Group join battle 5]
Ghostly Battle Group
Size: 2; Drill: Elite; Might: 2
+2 Command rolls
Essence: 1; Willpower: 4; Join Battle: 4 dice
Attack (Bite): 8 dice (Damage 19)
Attack (Claw): 12 dice (Damage 15)
Attack (Spear): 17 dice (Damage 19)
Combat Movement: 5 dice
Imagine, if you will, in the lush land of your home country, you see in the distance a figure while on patrol. Its shape suggests it to be human, but everything about it says to you its a monster. Radiating a black malevolent aura that sucks the life from the ground and rips at what it touches mercilessly.
You are no weaklings... you have some of your towns best best men at your back, and by no means are you all weak. But as its eyes fall in you, you come to realize it sees you as nothing but insects. In one hand it wields an instrument of death, and in the other, it carries one of your lands mighty heroes... already conquered. It intends to do the same to you.
This... is not all uncommon to those in Creation. If you searched, you could find many with similar tales. Where you feel hope and light are about to be snuffed out by an unnatural being who does not belong here.
Be it on Afureru to bring this very feeling to the habitats of the shadowlands. That she intends to make these monsters that plague creation feel the same fear they inflicted on the Sun's people.
With her army back a fair but manageable distance, she stood alone. Open. Waiting. They were ghosts... how thrilling! Maybe they would kill her. Also thrilling. She spread out the arm that held her halberd as if welcoming them. The golden aura that surrounded her like a beacon to make it all the more obvious she was alone.
Alone save for the body on her shoulder. "Well, Embrace of the Blackened Soul. You have friends coming. I'm curious to see what end of Salvation tempts you the most. To go back into the empty darkness... or come to the light where your heart aches to be. This is your best chance to flee should you wish it. If you changed your mind. If you wish to cut me down, this too is your best chance. Surely I can not take you and the phantom horseman on at the same time."
Afurery gave a maliciously hungry laugh. "But then... we would not learn anything more about Hope's End, would we?"
She was ready.
Join Battle. Three motes excelleny.