A Life for The Mandate
Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 6:03 pm
A cold wind comes from the north and sweeps along the length of the Serpent's Spine. Between two of its watch towers, Awatu stands at the battlements and looks out over the Townlong Steppes. Smoke rises from a distant Yaungol camp, thick and dark against the gray clouds. It is no fire from wood, but from their burning oils. Perhaps they prepare for battle? Or perhaps the Shado-pan have disposed of the camp. An odd feeling crept into Awatu's heart. Regret. If only they were not so aggressive or if the Sha had not taken root in them, then perhaps they would be strong allies much like his Taunka cousins. But is no matter. They will learn and survive. Perhaps in the future, they will seek out the Horde as allies. He must admit that he was intrigued by their culture and wished to learn more, but those thoughts must wait for another time. A shadow, where one did not stand a moment before. Awatu snorts, but does not turn around. He knows who it is.
"Sometimes, I think you could have been a light-footed assassin over a Seer" he says, an odd amusement in his voice. He turns to face the elf and regards him for a moment. "The Warlock will be coming, yes?"
"Sometimes, I think you could have been a light-footed assassin over a Seer" he says, an odd amusement in his voice. He turns to face the elf and regards him for a moment. "The Warlock will be coming, yes?"