Badgers are the Devil. AKA- Where The Hell Am I?

The ageing Warlord moved through the lands of Boreas with familiar ease. He didn’t do a great deal of travelling these days, and the need to do so hadn’t struck him for a long time. He wasn’t sure why it had now, but he let it take him from the Armada. Wandering down South to warmer territories. Here the Summer season was more blatant in the lush green life around him.

When he reached the plateau, something caught Bast’s eye, and the leopard moved away from him to investigate. He turned to follow her, until the glint of steel beneath rust and mud caught his eye. Beneath that was a small young body, a bright and colourful one.

He slowed his steps, fighting back a grin at the sight of the giant helmet on the little pup. “Hello, what have you found there?” He asked as he approached.


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