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Torleik
A lone man loved by none: How long can he live? Home. Strange that he considered this place as such. The herd had come together, met once more and discussed the changes in ranks - changes that had given the newly minted General of the Basin many useful ideas. One of which involved his mad cousin. The rabicano stallion sent Irelyn out in flight to discover the whereabouts exactly of the Engineer, and followed her simple directions to find him. The shaggy stallion was alone, save for his hellhound, something that surprised Torleik about as much as the necessity of breathing to life was a shocker. Ulrik had recently been appointed a weaver for the Basin and this was quite a fortuitous positioning, Torleik felt. The lands were back, the herds back, and though not a warmonger, the dual-horned demon knew the importance of the appearance of strength and unity. This, he hoped, would help convey both. "Ulrik," he called out to his kin. "I have need of you." @[Ulrik] --------------------------- OOC: Inb4 Torleik's possible/probable capture. |
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