"Small things? Perhaps you undervalue that which you give. You cannot judge things for what they are now; you should only judge the final destiny they are bound to."
"Small things? Perhaps you undervalue that which you give. You cannot judge things for what they are now; you should only judge the final destiny they are bound to."
A crowd of skakdi marches towards the koro. If they had it their way, it would be a haphazard charge - But their leader, a skakdi in white and gold, cracks down on any who break stride.
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A crowd of skakdi marches towards the koro. If they had it their way, it would be a haphazard charge - But their leader, a skakdi in white and gold, cracks down on any who break stride.
A crowd of skakdi marches towards the koro. If they had it their way, it would be a haphazard charge - But their leader, a skakdi in white and gold, cracks down on any who break stride.
"Well, this is interesting"
The skakdi continue approaching. Since they are walking, they take some minutes to arrive.
The leader, Avnias, steps up to the shield, his armor covered in an aura of bright light. "Who is your leader?"
Turaga Kihndial come to the edge of the shield, with Turaga Hahtanna not far behind him.
"I am. What do you Piraka want?" From his voice, he is really not happy to see Skakdi here and ready to just have them obliterated on the spot.
Avnias contemplates giving an ultimatum, but decides not considering all the cordak pointed at them. "A simple deal. You produce weapons and such for us, and in return this army shall be ready to protect you if needed."
Turaga Kihndial come to the edge of the shield, with Turaga Hahtanna not far behind him.
"I am. What do you Piraka want?" From his voice, he is really not happy to see Skakdi here and ready to just have them obliterated on the spot.
Avnias contemplates giving an ultimatum, but decides not considering all the cordak pointed at them. "A simple deal. You produce weapons and such for us, and in return this army shall be ready to protect you if needed."
Avnias contemplates giving an ultimatum, but decides not considering all the cordak pointed at them. "A simple deal. You produce weapons and such for us, and in return this army shall be ready to protect you if needed."
"No."
"And why not?" The aura of light around Avnias steadily grows.
Last Edit: Nov 30, 2017 10:53:24 GMT -6 by Deleted
