Neverwinter Forest Army of angels

He extended his range that day, wondering if there were those who chose to steer clear of the Spine because of its claim. While their numbers were slowly bolstering themselves, Mordecai knew it would be tricky to hold it all together. Leadership was an extra of which he had no expertise, and he sorely found himself wishing he had watched his family more carefully in the way they had carried themselves, the ways they had attempted to inspire and coax cooperation from even the unruliest of beings. It was not a perfect science however, and of this Mordecai was acutely aware of.

He meandered, almost leisurely, through the lower climes of the sloping terrain. The places where the forest became thick and wild, places that he felt he could leave himself to ponder and think. Even hold still, if he allowed it. But that day was not today, and something in the wild told him his thoughts were going to be disturbed. Minutes later they were, and he caught sight of what he could have only described as a sickly, skinny slyph on her travels. A part of him suggested that he steered clear of her, but instinct overrode that as he moved to intercept her; a single but crisp bark to gather her attention.