Where all roads lead

Now that he was in charge of the Armada, it was clear that the new Warlord was going to need to keep fighting-fit to retain all he had gained. He knew beyond a doubt that he hadn’t seen the last of Kyanite.

So while it had been a long while since he last spent time in the Battlefield, it was a good place to hone one’s skills. He made his way onto the barren field, catching the scent of old blood and worn soil. Nothing grew easily in this grim place, even before wolves had taken to using it for grim sport.

He set his stance, and looked up at the late morning sky, before opening his muzzle and letting out a call. Summoning any who might wish to test themselves against him.

"Basilisk Fatalis"