Rally to Arms, Brothers|Naurorod
Jun 13, 2006 17:28:06 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on Jun 13, 2006 17:28:06 GMT -5
Finally reaching his homeland, Charanth let himself stumble into the perimeter of the local Clan. Thankfully, it was an ally clan. The people there took him in and tended to his injuries while he spoke with the local leader, passing on the message of Damien's call for an army.
"Don't worry, we'll gather a mighty force. The Clear types will know the fury of a wildfire."
True to his word, the Clan leader sent out swift runners to the other Clans. Despite their squabbles and petty arguements, all Fire types are swift to jump to the aide of their Honored Leader. Soon, a massive group of Fire types had been brought together. Charanth was still injured, his arm in a sling, but insisted on leading the march to Talen'sul, and nobody questioned him in this.
The Fire types marched to war.
"Don't worry, we'll gather a mighty force. The Clear types will know the fury of a wildfire."
True to his word, the Clan leader sent out swift runners to the other Clans. Despite their squabbles and petty arguements, all Fire types are swift to jump to the aide of their Honored Leader. Soon, a massive group of Fire types had been brought together. Charanth was still injured, his arm in a sling, but insisted on leading the march to Talen'sul, and nobody questioned him in this.
The Fire types marched to war.
