RW | Ghouls

War.
The word alone sent a chill up Vallis' spine, despite the heat radiating from the charred earth and off the Legion army gathered beneath a cliff face. Atop it stood Hannibal, his voice echoing off the rocks as he called his army to prepare themselves. "You are not alone this day," he continued, scanning his minions. "I will be with you, my Legion. As will these, your departed army-mates..." From behind Hannibal came a horrendous screeching, an otherworldly echo of souls. A flood of Ghouls poured down the cliff face, screeching and clamoring, attaching themselves to Ballators and piercing their ears with their anguished screams. "Each of you are now bestowed a Ghoul for the end of time." Vallis' eyes screwed shut, and she bit her lip to keep it from quivering. She heard a soft, gurgling growl at her feet, but dared not look at the horrid undead that was now crouched at her fetlocks.
"To war!" Hannibal leaped from his precipice, into the sky, his smoke tail filling the expanse. Like a huge dragon, he seemed to fly through the smoke clouds, and a shattering war cry rose from the army. Vallis heard the familiar, hoarse voice of Fasari Kula, the witch, beside her. Hannibal had placed the smaller African mare to be around Vallis at all times ever since he had become attuned to her disloyalty. Vallis' eyes were still shut, and she hunched against the sudden jostling and ramming as the Legion began to gallop off to the direction of Aether's Warrior army.
"Open your eyes, Vallis..." The voice in her head cooed. Hannibal's voice was everywhere, drowning out the sounds of hooves, of wind, of Fasari's yelling into her ear, and almost thankfully, of the snarling ghoul at her feet. "Open your eyes... you may recognize this one..." Nausea overcame Vallis at the words. Hot Rod. No, could it be? Had Hannibal turned her beloved into some heinous, undead doer of evil?
It almost pained her to open her eyes, and once she did, she had wished to Aether's Highrealm that she did not.
What sat at her feet, like an obedient dog, was worse than the thought of ghoulish Hot Rod.
It was worse than losing him. 
It was worse than the horror of the memories it brought.

A scream tore from her throat, and nauseous horror consumed her. She stumbled back, into Fasari, who retaliated with a bite to her leg, but Vallis hardly felt it. Her heart was being torn out of her chest; before her sat what could only be her dead daughter. Her foal, born dead, whos eyes she could never forget. Born of tradgedy and now, tragically undead.
"Havanna!" Vallis screamed, backing away even as the remains of her foal stepped forward. "No! You.. you can't!" Vallis' head swung, swayed, her legs wobbled. She felt the heat of Hannibal's eyes on her back, could almost feel his smile. "What did I say?" His voice whispered. "Your disloyalty would cost you."

Then she ran.

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Hello welcome to Fargo's world of tragic events

Level 3, Part 1
Faction: Legion
Find a member (or up to 3 members) of the community whose Ballator has chosen to follow Hannibal, one to two more of your own Ballators, following Hannibal.
Main Ballator:
044 | IHS Vallis Noctis
Additional Ballators:
5051 | Fasari Kula
Word Count: 505
Stats:
Drawinng:
+2 for BG; +3 for Fullbody Val, +1 for shading, +2 for Fasari, +1 for Hannibal's head, +2 for all the other random babies?
+1 Attack Strength and +2 stats from the GHoul companion to Vallis
Story: +4 (+2 for words, +2 for hannibal)
(18 for Val, 11 for fasari)