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Summer, 1331
Already Mera and the other dragons were systematically attacking the inner redoubts. With the inward-facing gun positions having been neutralized by Logan’s party, the dragons quickly went to work incinerating the outer ones before they could be turned against them. Logan and his friends quickly avoided the violent combat, ducking into some of the supply rooms. The close quarters worked better for them anyway.
This section of the fort was a series of interconnected rooms with an open doorway on one end. As Sufjan and Liza screened the approaches on either side of the corridor, the others rushed into each succeeding room. Due to the surprise attack and the lack of external defenses in this area, Logan’s team found only a few teamsters and stragglers sheltering in these rooms, and who they quickly killed without much trouble. When Glib and Karlen pursued a few fleeing enemy troops into the next room-quickly followed by Sufjan-Logan, Lord de Trobliand and Dr. Moller found themselves alone in what appeared to be the fort's main larder: barrels of water, ale, butter and flour were neatly stacked beside one another in tight, organized and labeled racks, while multiple jars and smaller crates sat atop rows of shelves along the walls and large slabs of meat-including whole cattle apparently for feeding dragons- hung from hooks on the ceiling.
The Normad lord looked around and nodded in satisfaction. “The previous room was the granary and we can confirm that the next room is the cistern. The Other Men will certainly look around and will likely continue using the supplies here even after our attack. This is a good spot.” He turned to the plague doctor. “Dr. Moller, do you have the canisters?”
The doctor nodded, patting the pack she had on her shoulders.
“What?” Logan asked in confusion.
Lord de Trobliand ignored the question. “You know what to do.”
As the Normad raised his repeater and guarded the approaches to the room, Dr. Moller walked to one corner and took off her pack, kneeling down to remove its contents.
Logan stood looking at his two companions. “Regis, what the hell is in what Dr. Moller is carrying?”
The Normad lord gave a hint of a smile. “Something far more powerful than any weapon, you, I, or any of our friends and allies could ever possess.”
Carfully the doctor took out a tin canister with a wooden lip tightly wrapped in cloth smelling of camphor. In the center of the lid were a couple of small holes covered by slightly punctured paraffin wax. With a deft motion, De Trobliand unscrewed the canisters and placed them from the ground. Immediately the room pervaded with the odor of rotting flesh and death, and a crumpled piece of black cloth slipped out with a plop. A minute later, the cloth began to move, shaking until suddenly a rat head popped out. Then two. Then a dozen. Within seconds most of the rodents took off, running into the holes and crevices around the room, or under the stiffening bodies of the fallen. One rat stopped and looked around, sniffing in the air, before Dr. Moller rudely pushed it along the rump, and it followed its comrades, disappearing under the corpse of an Other Men.
Logan stared at the scene with shock. “What…the hell?” He turned to the plague bird. “Doctor, is that…”
The plague bird took out her notepad and scribbled onto it. “This will be an interesting experiment on the effect of Bacillus Pestis on Other Men populations.”
“What? Bacillus Pestis?”
“Plague.” Came the scribbled reply.
“You released pestilence?” Logan slowly backed away, shaking his head as in the hopes of clearing the insanity of this idea from his mind. “This is black magic you’re doing!”
“The dragons might turn the tide against the Other Men. This will ensure their defeat.” The Normad calmly replied, handing the Forester a piece of cloth smelling strongly of camphor.
“Do you realize what you are doing? This is extermination!”
Lord de Trobliand had already wrapped a cloth over his own mouth and nose. “Yes. These monsters of the North have created too much damage and destruction. They must be destroyed.”
Logan was beside himself. “You will destroy them? You are becoming as bad as the Northerners!”
“Only to defeat them!” Lord de Trobliand snapped back, clearly losing patience. “For humanity, I would destroy every monster in Nalbin!”
“I will not take part in this madness!” The Forester yelled in response.
“I never asked you to.” De Trobliand coldly replied, obviously trying to control his temper. “This is my role in this war, and if need be this will be my role alone. I would rather fall and have this entire kingdom destroyed than let it be corrupted by the Other Men. Now wear the mask, or you may soon die as well.”
Dr. Moller nodded, quickly scribbling another note. “You probably have twenty seconds before the humors reach you.”
Logan stared at the slate, then blankly back at the Normad. “By heavens…” was all he managed to mutter. The Forester looked down at the camphor smelling cloth in his hands, and finally wrapped it around his mouth and nose. The other two nodded.
“Good. Now say no more about it.” Lord de Trobliand headed on to the next room as Liza, covering the rear of the party from the previous room, joined up with the trio. “The trap is triggered, and none of us can change a thing anymore.”
Ralph Fiennes and Amick Byram-The Plagues (Prince of Egypt Soundtrack)
From
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Already Mera and the other dragons were systematically attacking the inner redoubts. With the inward-facing gun positions having been neutralized by Logan’s party, the dragons quickly went to work incinerating the outer ones before they could be turned against them. Logan and his friends quickly avoided the violent combat, ducking into some of the supply rooms. The close quarters worked better for them anyway.
This section of the fort was a series of interconnected rooms with an open doorway on one end. As Sufjan and Liza screened the approaches on either side of the corridor, the others rushed into each succeeding room. Due to the surprise attack and the lack of external defenses in this area, Logan’s team found only a few teamsters and stragglers sheltering in these rooms, and who they quickly killed without much trouble. When Glib and Karlen pursued a few fleeing enemy troops into the next room-quickly followed by Sufjan-Logan, Lord de Trobliand and Dr. Moller found themselves alone in what appeared to be the fort's main larder: barrels of water, ale, butter and flour were neatly stacked beside one another in tight, organized and labeled racks, while multiple jars and smaller crates sat atop rows of shelves along the walls and large slabs of meat-including whole cattle apparently for feeding dragons- hung from hooks on the ceiling.
The Normad lord looked around and nodded in satisfaction. “The previous room was the granary and we can confirm that the next room is the cistern. The Other Men will certainly look around and will likely continue using the supplies here even after our attack. This is a good spot.” He turned to the plague doctor. “Dr. Moller, do you have the canisters?”
The doctor nodded, patting the pack she had on her shoulders.
“What?” Logan asked in confusion.
Lord de Trobliand ignored the question. “You know what to do.”
As the Normad raised his repeater and guarded the approaches to the room, Dr. Moller walked to one corner and took off her pack, kneeling down to remove its contents.
Logan stood looking at his two companions. “Regis, what the hell is in what Dr. Moller is carrying?”
The Normad lord gave a hint of a smile. “Something far more powerful than any weapon, you, I, or any of our friends and allies could ever possess.”
Carfully the doctor took out a tin canister with a wooden lip tightly wrapped in cloth smelling of camphor. In the center of the lid were a couple of small holes covered by slightly punctured paraffin wax. With a deft motion, De Trobliand unscrewed the canisters and placed them from the ground. Immediately the room pervaded with the odor of rotting flesh and death, and a crumpled piece of black cloth slipped out with a plop. A minute later, the cloth began to move, shaking until suddenly a rat head popped out. Then two. Then a dozen. Within seconds most of the rodents took off, running into the holes and crevices around the room, or under the stiffening bodies of the fallen. One rat stopped and looked around, sniffing in the air, before Dr. Moller rudely pushed it along the rump, and it followed its comrades, disappearing under the corpse of an Other Men.
Logan stared at the scene with shock. “What…the hell?” He turned to the plague bird. “Doctor, is that…”
The plague bird took out her notepad and scribbled onto it. “This will be an interesting experiment on the effect of Bacillus Pestis on Other Men populations.”
“What? Bacillus Pestis?”
“Plague.” Came the scribbled reply.
“You released pestilence?” Logan slowly backed away, shaking his head as in the hopes of clearing the insanity of this idea from his mind. “This is black magic you’re doing!”
“The dragons might turn the tide against the Other Men. This will ensure their defeat.” The Normad calmly replied, handing the Forester a piece of cloth smelling strongly of camphor.
“Do you realize what you are doing? This is extermination!”
Lord de Trobliand had already wrapped a cloth over his own mouth and nose. “Yes. These monsters of the North have created too much damage and destruction. They must be destroyed.”
Logan was beside himself. “You will destroy them? You are becoming as bad as the Northerners!”
“Only to defeat them!” Lord de Trobliand snapped back, clearly losing patience. “For humanity, I would destroy every monster in Nalbin!”
“I will not take part in this madness!” The Forester yelled in response.
“I never asked you to.” De Trobliand coldly replied, obviously trying to control his temper. “This is my role in this war, and if need be this will be my role alone. I would rather fall and have this entire kingdom destroyed than let it be corrupted by the Other Men. Now wear the mask, or you may soon die as well.”
Dr. Moller nodded, quickly scribbling another note. “You probably have twenty seconds before the humors reach you.”
Logan stared at the slate, then blankly back at the Normad. “By heavens…” was all he managed to mutter. The Forester looked down at the camphor smelling cloth in his hands, and finally wrapped it around his mouth and nose. The other two nodded.
“Good. Now say no more about it.” Lord de Trobliand headed on to the next room as Liza, covering the rear of the party from the previous room, joined up with the trio. “The trap is triggered, and none of us can change a thing anymore.”
Ralph Fiennes and Amick Byram-The Plagues (Prince of Egypt Soundtrack)
From
TheDinosaurMann!
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1717 x 2146px
File Size 1.62 MB
"...the plague running rampant and littering the streets with bodies..."
"While combat ended, the Plague continued to roil through the North, killing tens, if not hundreds of thousands of Trasgu."
"As time went on the burials grew simpler, just a plot with a large stone as a marker, and then more and more chaotic, as the uniformity of the dead broke down and simple mounds began to appear in haphazard fashion, even across previous burials. And then for the dead stopped being organized altogether. The Stanton troops silently walked past mass plots of disturbed ground, some only a few weeks or even a few days old, or the remains of mass pyres, some with melted metal or fragments of charred bones denoting that they once held mortal remains. An occasional body, not found by the Northern burial parties, simply rotted along the sides of forests and fields.
Were all the recent ones from Lord De Trobliand's plague? Logan didn't want to know."
"Logan’s force continued to come uncomfortably frequently across the mass plots of recently disturbed ground: a whole generation of Other Men had died on Auxian soil, victims first of war and now of plague. The advancing unit marched on without further comment on these death fields."
"While combat ended, the Plague continued to roil through the North, killing tens, if not hundreds of thousands of Trasgu."
"As time went on the burials grew simpler, just a plot with a large stone as a marker, and then more and more chaotic, as the uniformity of the dead broke down and simple mounds began to appear in haphazard fashion, even across previous burials. And then for the dead stopped being organized altogether. The Stanton troops silently walked past mass plots of disturbed ground, some only a few weeks or even a few days old, or the remains of mass pyres, some with melted metal or fragments of charred bones denoting that they once held mortal remains. An occasional body, not found by the Northern burial parties, simply rotted along the sides of forests and fields.
Were all the recent ones from Lord De Trobliand's plague? Logan didn't want to know."
"Logan’s force continued to come uncomfortably frequently across the mass plots of recently disturbed ground: a whole generation of Other Men had died on Auxian soil, victims first of war and now of plague. The advancing unit marched on without further comment on these death fields."
I mean white phosphorus has already been used https://www.furaffinity.net/view/51172407/ but no nuke stuff lol.
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