Movement

It was a wonder that none of the former Prophetesses had not just lost their mind due to the lack of sleep. Maybe, the voices of the past were just more vocal with Islana. Maybe there had been a few that had not made it fully intact. More likely however was that the Twins did not choose those that could not handle such a bombardment of thoughts and the endless lack of sleep. The young leader was believing the last one more than the others, if only for her own sake.

The Horde had grown and maybe would continue to add more, as they headed south towards Desdem and then the winter passage. Her mind had been on Desdem, stopping on the outskirts of that village might prove useful, if nothing else a good rest before moving on. Islana was also curious to know if that was the village she had seen in her visions in the desert. If that boy - that seer of sorts was there. The redhead had her own reasons for her curiosity.

Agizul’s advice always seemed to be solid and once again, the Sister had taken to mind his words to speak with Odonine Warcheftian. Sister Locust had been curious about the man, as she only knew the little that Shalia had told her.

The Horde marched for several hours and finally broke for an overnight camp. It was here that Sister Locust would have her bonecaster contact that of Koshnem with her trusted advisors and those in the highest positions nearby.