"Warms your heart, seeing so many people coming together to help murder each other like that." Cynane muttered, as the camp came into view. In the back the wild man lifted his head from the sideboard and glanced over. When he saw the tents lined up in an organised fashion, the soldiers carrying out drills in formation and the heavy golems lumbering about amongst them, he suddenly sat bolt upright. His face contorted in a snarl, and he growled ominously, teeth gritted together and a hand clutched on the hilt of his bone sword.
Cynane noticed the cloud to the South.
"Savranth! What's that over there?" She called.
OOC: Incidentally, this is what his sword looks like. It's roughly carved from the material that it's made from, but it is very sharp.
Cynane noticed the cloud to the South.
"Savranth! What's that over there?" She called.
OOC: Incidentally, this is what his sword looks like. It's roughly carved from the material that it's made from, but it is very sharp.
