Woad Interlude I (Cult of the Butterfly 7) by GladeFaun, literature
Literature
Woad Interlude I (Cult of the Butterfly 7)
Woad Interlude I (Cult of the Butterfly 7)
The first stars gazed down from an indigo sky, casting the battlefield below in eerie twilight. Mist curled from the edges of the forest, obscuring all but the malevolent red sparks drifting in pairs amidst the boughs.
[Are you ready for this?]
Seb looked at Miss Murder, resplendent in her Warrior Queen garb. [The correct answer is ‘yes’…?]
She snorted in contempt. [Well obviously.]
He aped enthusiasm, swinging his sword in a complex mandala before him. [Then bring it on!]
She nodded, turning to the rank and file. [Stand firm people! On my word!!]
Up and down the line, well m
Epic Blades II: Sileas Keita by genius-spirit, literature
Literature
Epic Blades II: Sileas Keita
BIOSileas Keita hails from a tribe of warriors known as the Woads. She is the daughter of the Woad chief, who had since passed away during her mid 20s and Sileas has taken upon herself to fulfill her father's wish in leading the Woad tribe as their war chieftess. She is often given the alias of "Demoness With An Axe" by outsiders due to her ruthless fighting skills in battle, where she would be able to take on a big number of enemies by herself.
GAMEPLAY DETAILSSPECIAL MOVESAxe Toss - Sileas throws her axe at her opponent.Pictish Bow - She gets out a bow and shoots an arrow at her opponent.
Axe Spin - She spins her axe like a windmill at her
Woad Interlude II (Cult of the Butterfly 16) by GladeFaun, literature
Literature
Woad Interlude II (Cult of the Butterfly 16)
Woad Interlude II (Cult of the Butterfly 16)
[So, are we all in position?]
Seb lofted the palm of his right hand, revealing the glowing map nestled there. [All present and accounted for.]
Murder took a moment to look over their forces, tweaking the placement of this or that set of troops. Seb waited patiently while she did, the sweeping lines of his Woad avatar’s chest limned in the soft blue glow of the display.
[Everyone happy?] This was directed to the rest of the alliance, scattered through the wooded hills that surrounded the valley below. A deluge of affirmatives fell into alliance chat, ranging from Clave’s monosyllable