[SE] an army marches on its stomach
Talyson Seawright
the Messenger
Courier

Age: 27 | Height: 5'10" | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: King's End
Level: 10 - Strg: 45 - Dext: 47 - Endr: 50 - Luck: 54 - Int: 1
BOREAL - Mythical - Dragon (Fire Breath)
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Life had certainly gotten a lot more interesting since he'd expanded his delivery area.

A few short years ago Stormbreak had seemed an impossibly distant place, far beyond his ability to reach. Now, between portals and airships, he was walking down its streets for the first time, gawking like a tourist and then scowling when he caught himself at it.

Boreal trotted along at his side, broad, blunt head swinging back and forth at all the dragons, and she snorted and shook her wings from time to time in wordless bemusement. Tal kept one hand resting lightly on her tall shoulders as he checked his map and after a few stops for directions he found himself at a big damn tower.

Then there were more stops for directions when the office proved empty.

Finally he wound up at the kitchens, scowl faded to mere confusion as he peered inside and saw...

Well, not what he'd heard the legendary Huntsman and new Commander looked like. He was definitely less then eight feet tall, and Tal couldn't see any horns - antlers? - from his current angle. So he rapped his knuckles firmly on the lintel and cleared his throat before shuffling in. "Uh, Mister Ronin Taliesin? Delivery for..." he trailed off, sniffing the air appreciatively. "Say, what're you making?"


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[SE] an army marches on its stomach - by Ronin - 07-01-2022, 10:02 PM
RE: [SE] an army marches on its stomach - by Talyson - 07-03-2022, 07:09 AM

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