Now is the time

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Now is the time

Albrecht Posts: 249

Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 6 | def: 8.5 | dam: 2.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1hh :: 19 (Orangemoon) HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE

Strom :: Suma Ball Python :: None Townsen

#30

02-25-2017, 09:10 AM

Albrecht&Strom

Another loose cannon, gone bi-polar, Slipped down, couldn't get much lower

His first encounter with the Basins patron deity is certainly a memorable one, the God of the Spark accusing, threatening, and tasking with varying levels of menace. The god thunders and crackles, wings of arcing electricity fluctuating around him, appearing and disappearing with the volume of his emotions.

The old stallion is both intimidated by and somewhat sympathetic to the Ancient, the former for obvious reasons and the latter for having watched his own kingdom crumble once, the joint disappointment and frustration of watching others neglect and abandon something you’ve worked so hard to achieve still a dull ache in the deepest recesses of his heart. Conflictingly, he also can’t help but criticize, to question where the god has been all this time. Where was he when the Laurelin left? When the Valkyrie left? When the Reaper fell? Where was he while his brother fought Kaos in the marshes? A herd is nothing without proper leadership and they’ve had pitiful little of that in recent months, mortal or otherwise, but this at least the god addresses, naming Tiamat and Aisling as the new Ladies of the Basin.

He turns to watch the new joint Queens faces, to gauge their feelings for the – unexpected? - promotions. Some of the others offer congratulations, but the old black simply watches, wondering if the Basin will see new life this Birdsong, wondering if a healer and a liar can assemble their forces where two warriors have already failed, and despite the open threats, he doesn’t truly think the Lord of the Spark would disband them, but maybe his surety is simply a lack of concern. He wouldn’t be all that broken up about it if they were made homeless. He’d miss the hot springs of course, but he’s heard that the Dragons Throat is warm year-round and already he finds himself hovering near the southern borders more often than he should, regularly following in the miniature tracks of his son.

"Talk."

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