08-28-2018, 10:28 PM
His face is that of a stranger, for the colt is no Tephran. He is the child of a faithless usurper, making a second grasp at what his sire failed to take, all words and no action. The painted mare does not bother to hide the burning distaste in her amber eyes, for the colt is not worth even that small an effort.
"Savor your reign, boy, for it will not be long.
King Warrick forfeits, and when you return to Tepra you will find our family gone. May winning on behalf of his illness be the greatest of your feats."
With that, the seer leaves to gather her children and seek sanctuary among their allies.
"Savor your reign, boy, for it will not be long.
King Warrick forfeits, and when you return to Tepra you will find our family gone. May winning on behalf of his illness be the greatest of your feats."
With that, the seer leaves to gather her children and seek sanctuary among their allies.
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