A Preview of the Night Walkers and Armand Makes an Appearance

The Night Walker camp was anything but disorganized. The officers sat segregated by a large bonfire discussing strategy while the men were off in the ranks doing whatever they could to keep morale up. The men were for the most part scantly clad. Every once in a while a scuffle would break out and the two involved would shift into their animal forms and battle it out until one of the officers walked over and bellowed at them until they changed back and reported to the med tent to have their wounds patched up. The officers were older than all the soldier and as such had certain tells present almost constantly. One, by what anyone could tell had a wolf spirit trapped within him, looked like a civilized werewolf the entire time. They spoke in t high common almost exclusively keeping their plans secret from the lower ranks of men that most likely only knew bits and pieces or exclusively low common.

“Regardless of the strategy we will end up losing a significant amount of our forces if we do a direct assault. They may be wounded and their numbers are falling but attacking anyone on their home grounds is a suicide mission. They have the witches centered there. I would not tempt their fury if I were you.” The werewolf spoke softly and had silenced the assembled lieutenants and sergeants. Not one dared to speak when the general spoke.

“The witches are our biggest threat truly but a handful of the young ones march with the ranks in any situation they go into, advising, hurling their dark magic, and ‘curing’ our ranks causing a deep amount of fear among the men. The cure ultimately kills these poor effected souls.” The fox said and rose walking cautiously about the fire. His ears twitched and he turned looking towards the woods.

“Gentleman we have a mole.” The general stood before the others could act and howled. Three young soldiers rose from the lower camp and transformed, dashing into the woods. Armand smirked and pulled out a vial one of the witches had given him. He jumped to the ground and poured the contents out in a circle around him. The green liquid oozed into a series of runes and a soft green light emitted when the barrier was complete. Dark clouds gathered above him.

“C’mon…c’mon…” The spy looked ahead to where the wolves were coming from. He looked up and said a soft incantation, looking down just in time to meet the wolves hungry gaze.

“You die tonight, spy. Your kind is the lowest in our ranks. Pups are more important than rats…” It growled and lunged forward. A lightning bolt struck the wolf midair and seared a hole through the animal forcing it to the ground, twitching and ultimately dying in front of it’s comrades. Armand grinned. He would live today. He took off at full speed the protective barrier and the clouds above following, an unforeseen side effect. He swore to himself knowing the opposing camp would have taken notice at the absurd cloud movements and made a dash for another settlement, setting him off course by at least a half a day.