Sisters of battle

For the entire night, Jollus Borin tossed and turned on his sleep as he fought on half-remembered battlefields against people he didn't remember besides the green of their scales and the lies spoken over them. Eventually he woke up with a scream, as he often did.

Now fully awake, Jollus walked over and began his morning rituals, stretching and taking care of his hygiene. Once that was done, he had breakfast and some fish that was left over from the night before. Once he was done eating, he got dressed in his usual attire, a type of camo cloak that was more of a rag than anything else.

Before he made his way down the steps, he paid his respects to his idol to the lizard people once again, promising to try and remember the name. As he turned around and made his way down the steps, the idol glowed slightly a darkish green. A sign of what was coming was that the time for seeking forgiveness was over and that it was time for Jollus to perform his new task, not that he knew that yet.

Jollus made his way down the wooden steps until he reached the small hidden dock, where he stepped into his canoe and proceeded to untie from his small dock. He then began making his way carefully through the swamp, staying where the waters went that deep to avoid the bigger predators. He made his way through his usual routes in the swamp, the orchestra of the swamp's inhabitants providing a calm tone to his usual dark mood.

Soon enough, Jollus Borin found himself at one of his fishing spots, which the smaller fish liked together because it had plenty of edible plants but the water wasn't deep enough for the bigger predators. So Jollus brought his spear and began to scan the water for his prey. For a good while all that was heard was the splashing of a spear going into the water and sometimes dragging something back with it.

Jollus, though, was eventually stopped as he saw off in the distance light shining brightly in places where the ground was solid and they were coming closer. Acting quickly, he dove into the water, causing the fish who had already been warier from the spear attacks to scatter, and then flipped his canoe, making it look like a log from the surface.

Jollus waited as the light got closer and closer until eventually he could see where the light was coming from, a sister of battle. She stomped around scanning the area for a moment, a torch in one hand and a chain sword in the other. She looked closely where Jollus was in the water, trying to search the swamp for anything hiding, but found nothing. She eventually moved on her boots, making heavy steps as she moved away.

Jollus waited a while, making sure she had actually moved away, as it was an old trick to pretend to leave so that someone who thought you were gone would give themselves up when they tried to leave. Once he was sure she was gone, he flipped his canoe and got in it. Then quickly made way for his hidden swamp cabin. He had to perform the hiding in the water trick a few more times as he came across a few more sisters of battle patrolling the swamp.

Eventually he made it to his hidden dock and tied up his canoe, taking his smaller catch and going up the steps two at a time. Eventually making it into his cabin proper, he quickly sat his spear and caught down on his dinner table before he began to pace. "Why are they here?" Jollus Borin asked himself, trying to make sense of the sisters of battle formed by Genevieve Almace while she was here suddenly patrolling the swamp.

He paced back and forth with his eyes, trying to figure out why his eyes caught his idol in the memory of the lizard kin. "Of course why do sisters of battle go anywhere, heresy?" Jollus said to himself, realizing that the sisters of battle in the world had come to his swamp to patrol the swamp as it was a perfect place for cults to do their business and seeing as he technically was a cultist. Just one that was seeking forgiveness from dead species rather than any kind of guidance from a dark god.

thought that something happened with his idol made up of lizard scales and skulls, it began to glow a darkish green. Jollus stood there transfixed, wondering what was happening and how his idol was doing anything, as it was more tombstone than an idol in truth. Then Jollus eyes glowed the same darkish green as the idol, and as they did, he began to hear the faint whispering of thousands of voices, but he couldn't tell what they were saying.

Then Jollus eyes began to burn, and he cried out for a long moment. He held his head in his hands as blood from his eyes poured onto the floor. Jollus wondered through the pain if this was his punishment finally coming for him from all those years ago. Then the pain stopped, and he stood up, his head no longer in his hand, and began to look around the room, finding that all of a sudden he saw the room with a strange red tinge now.

He then felt something from the idol; this time the words that were spoken he could understand. "The time of forgiveness is over; the time of rebirth is at hand. We shall give them the corrupters they seek." thousands of lizard voices rasped out from long dead throats. Jollus stood there stunned but felt he understood he had been given a gift from the dead to hunt the order of Genevieve as retribution for what they had

After all, it was the least he could do for all the innocent blood on his hands, and considering the doctrine of imperialism, there was not a single innocent woman patrolling these swamps anyway, for, as it is said, 'innocent proves nothing' as they are so fond of saying as they butcher whomever they please.

Now with these strange new eyes that paint the world in a strange variation of red, Jollus Borin made his way out of his hidden sunken tree cabin and into the swamp to hunt the sisters of battle. Though with a feeling that he needed to do something as he felt that there was more to this than just a simple hunt