Post by Stoakly Centurio on Apr 20, 2008 5:09:00 GMT
Cool winds blow through the land, chilling the hearts of those who dare inhabit it. Marching resounds through-out the village, as if echoing from far away. Masses beyond masses of vermin line up from the Southern Gate of Terralux, all of them armed to the fang. A small weasel stands in the front, a large ferret to his right and a foot behind. Though he is small, he is the most dangerous looking of all. "Terralux! I wish to bargain with ye! Come out, show yerselves. I am Lord Burde, Master of the Sharpfang Horde. My captain is Fortelo, a ferret I believe a few of you have met before. Come out! Come out!" The weasel slouches in his position, refusing to walk in - they were to come to him.