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05-09-2014, 07:03 PM
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Torleik
A lone man loved by none: How long can he live? Word had reached Torleik that his cousin, Ulrik the Engineer, had completed one of the two planned sentinels at the entrance of the Basin - and being the curious lot, the Bloodskald decided he wished to see this beautiful monstrosity. Soaring high in the noon sky, Irelyn's shadow made fits and spurts around the smoky rabicano demon on the ground and he found himself amused at her sense of thrilling freedom. The warm air made her flight easier, keeping her wings lifted and her body aloft. "!!" There were no words that accompanied the sensation of Irelyn discovering something down below, but Torleik's mind had always translated the feeling into a visual representation of surprise. In his mind, it was a bright color, little flashes of bright white that made starbursts in his vision and demanded his attention. So he gave it to her. "What is it, Irelyn?" he queried silently, the words flowing easily from his mind to hers. "You. You...nee...thing..." her feminine voice replied, still struggling with the word 'unicorn.' He had recently introduced her to it so that she could call others by their proper species, but she was still young and language was not an easy subject. "Unicorn? Where?" "Front." Well, it seemed that if he kept walking forward he'd discover this youneething that Irelyn had spotted. For the moment, however, Torleik's attention was drawn by the giant sentinel as he came alongside the hulking metal beast, eyes roving over the intricacies and details that had been put into the crafting. Beautiful. He would have to compliment Ulrik on his skill and genius, for this was truly a work of dangerous art. Now, about this unicorn. Continuing along his path, Torleik observed there was indeed a unicorn in the distance, but not one he recognized. Approaching with head held high and a proper amount of warranted suspicion, the Bloodskald noted quickly that this unicorn seemed...off. Curious. "Hail, traveler!" his deep voice boomed out. The Basin's general would see how this potential interloper responded. ----------------------------------------- OOC: Aaaahhh finally they meet. All the druggish possibilities. So excite! "talk talk talk" 'Mental talking' Thoughts |
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