by interestingword » Tue Apr 15, 2014 5:19 pm
((Ok, that's fine! I've been neglecting this, so...*drops post here*))
"Any news?" Stitchedskull asked, in a gravelly voice.
His fighting partner looked a little scared of him, but replied,"none. See anything?"
"A dead dire and a few young rune fighters." Seeing the sad look that fell on the other runes face at that news, he added,"you can mourn them later, right now we need to find that dire pack. I hear they're heading for the rune drake camp, and if we want to corner both of them then we better get a move on." With that, he swooped of the rock the pair was standing on to follow the dires, which hadkilled the squad that was to rendezvous with them, and and soon they became two shadows in a white, snowing sky.
Jeckle glanced around, bored, until he saw black shapes in the distance. Were those...they were! WIthout hesitation, the rune drake let out a blast of fire into the sky, then bellowed,"Dires! The dires are coming!"
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