Ishamael frowned at the latest report. Another fist slaughtered in the Caralain encampment. The infernal tinkers had been dealt with, there was no reason for the camp go remain. These losses were unexceptable and Blodfest needed to be redirected.
Ishamael rose quickly, opened a gateway and stepped into the camp. He stepped over a fallen trolloc and made his way to the leaders tent.
"Go south" he barked at the leader "Kill all who oppose and make camp near the swamp."
Friday afternoon. Prep between 7pm and 9pm EST. Maybe things to do around then. Something at 9pm EST.
A Bluster of Activity
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Re: A Bluster of Activity
CONCLUSION
So it was. The pack drove the camp out with nips, but Ishamael simply had had enough. "It is time for us to make a move in a new direction."
And Blodfest led the camp, harried across the land, to another death at the hands of seven channelers who chose to use call lightning consecutively. The camp would reform. There would be changes.
So it was. The pack drove the camp out with nips, but Ishamael simply had had enough. "It is time for us to make a move in a new direction."
And Blodfest led the camp, harried across the land, to another death at the hands of seven channelers who chose to use call lightning consecutively. The camp would reform. There would be changes.