Thread: Endless Legend [Ban the Game and Sigr]

As the battlefield roared around with the fury of the fire that was spreading everywhere, Salome could only limp around in search for an unlikely escape. The conflagration wasn't her doing, so perhaps it was an accident or maybe some desperate defense against the threat, but it had turned the fields into a living hell. Not that it was any better before, as the pompous bastard that had hired all the mercenaries he could get his paws to, didn't tell the truth about the enemy they were going to face. That bunch of soldiers of fortune were supposed to stop a bandit raid, something that wasn't supposed to pose a challenge to those ruthless warriors of ill repute that Salome counted herself among. The truth was far from that, since not only the foe weren't bandits, but they weren't there to stop anything, just to offer a distraction and buy time for the noble that hired them to run with his riches. Salome had faced many foes in her short life as a mercenary, she was a mountain of a woman, her well sculpted body a testimony to her devotion to be the best, to stand tall above any judgment others could make of the clanswoman. But no amount of fighting talent, of experience nor skill would help her against the foe they were presented with. As soon that they saw the Necrophage swarm appear behind the hill, they knew that it wasn't a fight they could win, and now it was just a matter of delaying them long enough to save their own skin. Amidst the chaos that ensued, a sudden fire gave the swarm some pause, even if it was just with the smoke hampering the visibility of the necrodrones chittering and buzzing above, festering the fields with their caustic poison. Salome had managed to kill a few foragers that marched ahead of the main swarm, but not without paying the price, as her body now exhibited half a dozen cuts and a couple of acid burns. Nothing lethal, not yet, but that was only if she didn't catch the plague and was already marked for death. Her force of will kept her moving, her mighty body walking despite the injuries, at least until she fell into one of the irrigation trenches that nourished the now burning fields. Crawling along the trench to keep herself safe from being spotted by the swarm, away from the deadly fire, Salome dragged herself through dirt and mud, her prodigious strength slowly fading as she felt more and more feverish. Were them the injuries or perhaps the plague, she didn't know, but she wasn't going to die there, not like that, not that day. The trench guided her to the river it fed from, her only way to escape that inferno. Holding into a broken board that were part of the leaking dam that controlled the flow of water into the trench, Salome threw herself into the river, allowing it to take her downstream away from that madness. The will to live, the desire to get revenge upon the lord that had made a fool, a sacrificial pawn of her was the only thing keeping her awake as she drifted down the current, but she couldn't keep herself conscious forever. When the smoke column was gone from the view, and the buzzing swarm was nothing more that a memory that would plague her nightmares, Salome ended up aground in a river bend when the board got stuck in some water lilies. The wounded, feverish, barely conscious woman managed to drag herself into land, her clothes in tatters and completely unarmed. Maybe if she rested just a bit she could walk again, maybe if she rested a bit she would be just fine... Salome's dark purplish eyes closed, her red mane of hair stuck to her by mud and water, as her body had finally given up and spent every little bit of energy it could muster.