Hellooooo

A call at the border interpreted Basilisk fight training. He stepped back from his winged opponent, and tilted his head upwards, listening for a moment. He didn’t recognise the caller, and it didn’t sound urgent. All the same, curiosity dictated he head over immediately. He nodded his head to Mortis and made his way out of the training room. Trotting down into the Col, and towards the market which was the only part of the Col that stranger could get to.

He found the wolf that was waiting for him there, and her scent was somewhat familiar. He had caught the scent of the pack near his every now and then on his way past. That was… Insomnia, wasn’t it? “Hello, and welcome to the Armada. I’m Basilisk, the Warlord. What can I do for you?” He asked.


"Basilisk Fatalis"