Ziune felt uneasy. Constantly, he sheathed and unsheathed his sword, staring out upon the dark army slowly making its way toward the small, yet powerful fortress of Arangiole. he began to wonder where Lonjoro and his Nethareneans were. that also brought mind of Zuriar and the Taikorians. he decided he would contact lonjoro. (lonjoro, where in the hell are you?) he spoke telepathically. being an Ash'rhaghal, he could speak to anyone with Ash'rhaghal blood over long distances. (it's still gonna be a while before we can depart. not everyone is here yet.) he responded. "so then...we're on our own for the beginning," he whispered, and he turned to Azarule, his beloved. "we will not let this fortress fall no matter what that Dethromagus may use." realizing she had been eager for a battle, she now figured she didn't really want one all too bad.
Zuriar Syiariath · Mon Dec 20, 2004 @ 09:48pm · 0 Comments |