Quiet like a fight [herd meeting of sorts]

[OPEN] Quiet like a fight [herd meeting of sorts]

Torleik the Bloodskald Posts: 354

Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 7.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 11 HP: 66.5 | Buff: SWIFT

Irelyn :: Plain Griffin :: Molten Dagger RedGod

11-19-2014, 05:25 PM

Torleik the Bloodskald

There it is

The Bloodskald had spent a fair amount of time in the Threshold lately, and had been mildly successful in his recruiting - two out of three so far if he included Ophelia. So it was that the Basin General made his way back towards his home, body dusted in white from the snowfall. The air seemed to grow colder as he passed the Sentinels just as it always did and Torleik wondered what kind of magic his cousin had imbued the machines with. Speaking of Ulrik...he should check in on his mad family member. It had been a while. Surely...with Illynx being missing... He shook his head. There was never a 'surely' with Ulrik. Perhaps the disappearance of the mother of his child bothered him, perhaps he hadn't even taken note.

But family looked out for one another, and the dual-horned stallion would check on his cousin soon. For now, this gathering up ahead concerned him most and he quickened his pace. What was this about? His eyes alighted on Deimos and Torleik frowned. Was he missing a herd meeting? No call had been given out.

Then he saw Ophelia and a warmth soothed his frayed nerves and limbs embittered by the cold. The dead of winter here in the Basin was harsh some days, even for a body built for cold like his was. Sialia's voice reached him, answering a question he could only assume came from Deimos given her attention to the leader of their herd, and the Bloodskald slowly took up stance next to the pale-and-crimson princess he'd ushered into this place. "She is right," he spoke to the Death Lord, unafraid, shoulders squared to him. "I brought her here. She knows more about this land and the machinations of its politics than this entire herd combined; you question the wisdom in this?" His challenge was subtler than his heart wanted him to be, but slightly more brash than his reasoning guided.

But what was said was said, and he meant the words. How could Deimos find fault with bringing in one such as Ophelia? She was an asset if the Basin had ever acquired one.

"talk talk talk"

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