Moyolehuani is twenty now, an officer in the army. She is stationed in a remote province, neighboring unfriendly nations, at a fort near the border.
Moyolehuani sits astride her riding bird, sword at her side, spear in her hand, shield on her arm. She looks crisp and stern in her steel armor, hair tied back in a bun. There is the design of an eagle on her breastplate, and she wears an eage shaped helmet. A paper banner tied to her back with the emblem of a sun and a hummingbird.
She's leading a small force against a group of angry ghosts rampaging around some ways away, which has been terrorizing the local herders and villagers. Only a few dozen soldiers, heading out on riding birds, but all have some magical training. Ghosts are tricky to deal with after all. It's a lucky thing there was a necromancer at the fort.
The battle goes well. Scouts with movement enchancing magics had already found their positions and done some skirmishing, goading the spirits out of the deserted farmstead they were holed up in. Moyolehuani and the other sun mages are easily able to spot them from a distance with their sight spells.
The ghosts have taken physical forms, so they have rendered themselves susceptible to attacks by spear and arquebus, but magic flies as well. Moyolehuani shoots a beam of brilliant golden fire before charging into the fray herself. By the battle's end she has defeated three of the fiendish spirits herself.
After the necromancer performs a ceremony of exorcism, the troops ride back to the fort in good spirits, but they bring with them the bodies of four of their own who fell in battle. Moyolehuani is proud, but she cannot help but wrack her brain about how she as a commander could have avoided their deaths.
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Moyolehuani is twenty now, an officer in the army. She is stationed in a remote province, neighboring unfriendly nations, at a fort near the border.
Moyolehuani sits astride her riding bird, sword at her side, spear in her hand, shield on her arm. She looks crisp and stern in her steel armor, hair tied back in a bun. There is the design of an eagle on her breastplate, and she wears an eage shaped helmet. A paper banner tied to her back with the emblem of a sun and a hummingbird.
She's leading a small force against a group of angry ghosts rampaging around some ways away, which has been terrorizing the local herders and villagers. Only a few dozen soldiers, heading out on riding birds, but all have some magical training. Ghosts are tricky to deal with after all. It's a lucky thing there was a necromancer at the fort.
The battle goes well. Scouts with movement enchancing magics had already found their positions and done some skirmishing, goading the spirits out of the deserted farmstead they were holed up in. Moyolehuani and the other sun mages are easily able to spot them from a distance with their sight spells.
The ghosts have taken physical forms, so they have rendered themselves susceptible to attacks by spear and arquebus, but magic flies as well. Moyolehuani shoots a beam of brilliant golden fire before charging into the fray herself. By the battle's end she has defeated three of the fiendish spirits herself.
After the necromancer performs a ceremony of exorcism, the troops ride back to the fort in good spirits, but they bring with them the bodies of four of their own who fell in battle. Moyolehuani is proud, but she cannot help but wrack her brain about how she as a commander could have avoided their deaths.