Karla hadn't expected to return to Yllestad after finding the field full of witchblood. But then the storm had blown up, and Yllestad was the only closest city where the entire army could bunk down for the night. There was no question of her people trying to set up tents tonight. The storm had beaten them here and moved northward, but they were still dealing with the gale-force winds and the odd spats of hail.They would take shelter wherever they could until the storm blew out and then settle up then. The prospect of good food and warm quarters had the army far more cheerful than one would expect, marching as they were through a literal dark and stormy night. The south gate had stood open for them, as if Yllestad had expected their return and they were only too glad to take the city up on its welcome. They entered from the south, glad to get out of the stinging wind, good-naturedly arguing which places has the most comfortable beds and most fortifying wines.( Warning for descriptions of dead NPCs )
Fuck. Someone needed to do something. Say something. Find out what happened. There was a moment when Karla looked around, searching for someone to take command, to be the voice of authority that her people needed.
people. That voice of authority needed to be her.
"Spread out," she barked, voice brittle. "Try to find any survivors. There have to be some,
somewhere." She wasn't sure who she was trying to convince more: herself or her army. "Be thorough. Don't touch anything
until we can get a better idea of what happened here! Be careful! Go in groups, cover more ground!"
She pointed towards the center of town. "GO!"( And so they searched... )***
Karla stopped dead--who even thought of that phrase? why do people use it? why is my brain even thinking about this stuff right now? shouldn't it be working on something more important?
--when she saw what the soldier was standing over. Another body, yes, but this one was wearing a jacket. Of course he's wearing a jacket. It's winter in Glacia, bint, everyone's wearing jackets, you could freeze to death out here!
Her brain jabbered on, trying to get her to think about ANYTHING other than the horrors in front of--behind, beside, near, far, everywhere, Mother Night everywhere
--her. Karla did her best to focus, kneeling down to brush the snow and mud away. Yep, as she'd thought. The jacket was one of the big, comfortable down ones that Jono's team had been outfitted with, including the patch that half of the army had stayed up late sewing onto their shoulders.
This was one of Jono's scouts.
"Warren," she said tightly. "Warren, I need you up in the air. I need you up there now and I need you to tell me what you see."( The news just keeps getting worse. )***
Momoko sat straight up and looked around a moment. She'd learned over the past few months in Glacia that when she heard this faint sound of Karla's voice and felt the small tug at the back of her head, it meant Karla was broadcasting something. And broadcasting instead of calling was Not Good.
But since she wasn't telepathic, she wasn't getting the message.
"Dinah?! Samantha?! De..." She had to swallow hard when she almost called to Denys. "I hear Karla..."
"What's going on?" ( The call no one wants to get. )[WARNING FOR THE AFTERMATH OF TRAUMA AND VIOLENCE, INCLUDING DESCRIPTIONS OF THE DEAD. Follows this, because,yeah, let's get this
party started war ended! Preplayed with the wonderful crew of folks you see here. NFI, NFB, OOC is love.]