Dawnlark Plains ι

near the cache but not quite!

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darukaal's fourth incursion into their territory did not go unseen, but it went unaddressed. lorcan was a man able to make his own choices and suffer their consquence.

with @Ayovi they set out once more into the plains below, skorpa agrumble with mutterings of disturbance to a newborn peace. "blackfell kaldte mig en 'dullard' og bad så om at tale med dig," skorpa chuckled.

a circuitous route, over the rise and finding a narrow path between marsh and plain. bearsword kept his eyes on monitor for darukaal warriors, expectant that they would make another desperate plea here in the frozen wild. a ridge rode warhorse over them for a time, and then the scents of saatsine thickened with rapid intensity.

it was for the sake of children that they had come, determined by the soulful heart of his wife.

movement, ahead. skorpa pulled a halt. he did not wish to fight or be seen as a warrior. but for him it was simple; one side had been given to them and the mountain would hear all else.

a warfield was no longer a place skorpa wished to die, and the reason entire was hale at his side. he turned into the shimmer of her indigo eyes.

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