All Chapters of Likaya's Wolves: The Suha Marshes: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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The train had begun its slow crawl onto Sephiro Station, the cars were abuzz with activity as soldiers from every class of the Zeraph Republic had prepared to depart. Mageblades rumbled out first, their heavy armor in baggage while their plasma swords slung light on their backs. Lancers led their horses by the reins, marching in a single line. All while the Voltiir Line infantry waited for their turn to depart. Likaya stood alongside her platoon, though she no longer led them. She felt it was necessary that she stayed close, till she no longer could. Her Sergeants had taken command, and soon enough they’d be shipped off to officer school.

The sheriff was a recluse, how and why he opted to be a lawman of a bustling trading town was a mystery to all. Including himself, but he did find pride in his work. Still, it was considered hard to operate as a reliable sheriff if he was half asleep. He very near wanted to slap the hell out of his deputy the moment he could hear the young Orsim’s crusty voice calling his name as he slept. “This better be good Will” He mumbled as they both sped their horses down the main highway. It was 3am, and a few traders had already began departing with their wares down the Sorrenson Road. Ferrying herbs, produce, meat and other essential wetland resources. A few of them recognized the sheriff, greeti

Froster stood in front of the boat as he stared into the river’s unending horizon. The smell of water and the light tinge of smoke had done enough to dull his thoughts as he bottled in the uneasiness. A Dragonwolf never showed fear. But he knew the fight with the Birchmen was no easy memory to swallow. The memories of the Western Marshlands campaign were fresh in his mind, long days slogging down enemy territory not knowing when the strange barbarians would attack. What he feared most was their weapons, the Birchmen only used primitive spears tipped with crude metal and self loading crossbows that fired simple arrows. But their capability to meld with the wood and dirt of their surroundings was what made the barbarians such a challenging enemy. And his long career knew he had many to compare to.“It’s my second time in the marshes.&rdqu

The Suns were already high up, it was 1300 and to a fair amount the heat was beginning to take over the general dampness in the air. Froster and Likaya stood at the bow of the ship with the Lieutenant’s blast rod still vibrating with the Earth spirit. “So let met get this straight, you’re not a fan of casting spells or controlling Gearbanes but you prefer bonding elementals instead?” Likaya was fishing her pack for some disposable floating box that she could use as target practice.“Yes mam, I find it preferable to enhance my steel instead.” The Lieutenant’s cold golemlike tone had somewhat softened, but he still spoke with enough stiffness that was far outside of the norm.“What made you binding the arcane rather than using it?” She asked as she tossed an emptied box of ration candies into the water.Froster looked back into his memories, his first