Shifting through shards

Basilisk was days away from claiming the Armada as his own. The previous Warlord had already packed up his rooms and would shortly be making his way to the Hallows. The idea of all the responsibility that was about to come crashing down on his shoulders was frightening. Maddening and exhilarating also came to mind, but he was all too aware of the many eyes on him. He could not stumble now.

He made his way into the battlefield, looking for inspiration of some kind. Something that would make all this a little easier. When nothing jumped out at him, he continued on a little further, making his way into the Veteran’s Plateau. He stopped at a distance, and watched a small creamy wolf as she trotted through the field, watching as she began to find things and organise them. Perhaps… Perhaps that was what he was missing. An organiser. Someone to keep things from falling apart. He had no idea if she was qualified, or what the learning curve would be. It could be a struggle for her… but that was a risk he was willing to take.

The colossal giant made his way forward, entering the veterans field fully, and making his way towards her. The more distance that closed between them, the more he was able to see that he was almost three times her size. Easy prey. “Good morning, what have you got there?” He asked, keeping his voice light, and closing a little more distance between them.


"Basilisk Fatalis"