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05-04-2015, 12:06 PM
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Recruiting. He supposed it was most certainly his job, now. King. King Torleik. It was jarring, to go from a simple general to king in the span of less than a day, it seemed. That wasn't true, really - the invasion had been planned, executed and successful - then he'd become king. It was still strange to think. A fire burned in his breast, bitter and blue, wondering what his father would have thought of him now; wondering what Bolverik would think - and Ulrik? The rabicano frowned. He would need to speak to both. They were family and he couldn't leave them in the dark. Maybe that was really why he'd come to the Threshold, to use it as an excuse to go home. Not home. Not really. Helovia could never quite be home no matter what herd he was a part of. The Bloodskald shook his head. So many thoughts, not enough time to consider them all. Irelyn hooted softly, informing him someone was near and that they, too, seemed to have an avian companion. Full avian, at least. Curious and seeking to begin his necessary duties right away, the newly christened King of the World's Edge approached. "Ho, traveler," Torleik called warmly to the figure he saw ambling along. "Where in Helovia do you call home?" He had learned some time ago that just because someone was alone in the Threshold didn't mean they were without a herd already. If this was one of those times, perhaps he could make a new friend, or make a good impression for the Edge. He could be adaptable. @[Coris] "talk talk talk"  |
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