A Tectonic Battle: Shifting The Tide of War

The mages of Galdrabók moved on horseback through the large forest, following the strategic path they were given as they made their way toward the capital in hopes of ending this fight quickly. Along their route they encountered several small groups of enemies but had yet to meet any real resistance to their advance. Alice swung her sword to cut down a hanging vine that threatened to block their path. When it fell to the earth it revealed a large clearing where the forest had obviously been gouged for wood and other resources. Dead and rotten stumps still protruded from the ground in several places. The sight made Alice shake her head slightly but her gaze soon turned up to the sky which was a pale and nearly cloudless which was odd considering where it was they found themselves. A crackle of thunder in the distance immediately quelled where questioning, knowing the rain had simply yet to arrive. The humid air created a somewhat muggy atmosphere, causing sweat to form on the woman's brow. She fanned herself lightly before turning to the man that would be her partner during this expedition, her brother having stayed behind along with several other mages in case any attack on Ishgar was launched while they were fighting here. "It's quite odd, is it not? To have encountered so few worthy enemies. I suppose that's what I get for thinking that madman's words were even half-true."