The Arch Wilder
Year: 843 ABY
Location: Veradune/// Zorros underground
The underground of Zorros bustled and buzzed. Weapons clanked as they were moved claimed. All around him, Vulpesen could see his newfound people preparing for war. But unlike anyone else he had ever known, there wasn't a sense of solemness. There was excitement. Foxes were saddled, ale was drunk, and weapons were cleaned with cheery songs. It took him a moment to remember that these were a warrior people. Since his arrival, it had taken a month of planning, scrounging, and sneaking around to get the proper supplies. But finally, here they were. Zipher locked in cages but tamed through the force. Veran foxes prepared to carry their riders to victory. As well as a multitude of other creatures that would come in handy. There was no mistaking that this planet belong to the zorrens. The bandit coalition might have crushed nature under heel, and built over it. But the Zorren people had tamed the remnants, and were now about to prove, what man could build in centuries, the wilds could take in an instant.
Vulpesen's hand rose up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he listened to his commanders speak about plans beside a hologram of the palace schematics. "I hope the distractions enough. And I hope you two know what you're doing. Garthux is a right bastard, and his men ain't much better," spoke a large grey tailed zorren spoke. Drant Claymus, known as the wolf among the people was proof that not all zorrens appeared vulpine in origin. His home had been in the mountains, and like many others he'd lost it all when the bandits took his home form him. So, here he was, leading the troops and looking forward to the day when he could stop smoking cigars in dreary tunnels, and start enjoying them while he blasted away the bastards that had killed his family. "I know you two have some tricks, but that fancy dancy force won't get you far. He's got it two, and his men probably have some big guns ready to knock holes into any glow stick holder who thinks they can keep up with the rate of fire."
[member="Alexandra Feanor"]
Location: Veradune/// Zorros underground

The underground of Zorros bustled and buzzed. Weapons clanked as they were moved claimed. All around him, Vulpesen could see his newfound people preparing for war. But unlike anyone else he had ever known, there wasn't a sense of solemness. There was excitement. Foxes were saddled, ale was drunk, and weapons were cleaned with cheery songs. It took him a moment to remember that these were a warrior people. Since his arrival, it had taken a month of planning, scrounging, and sneaking around to get the proper supplies. But finally, here they were. Zipher locked in cages but tamed through the force. Veran foxes prepared to carry their riders to victory. As well as a multitude of other creatures that would come in handy. There was no mistaking that this planet belong to the zorrens. The bandit coalition might have crushed nature under heel, and built over it. But the Zorren people had tamed the remnants, and were now about to prove, what man could build in centuries, the wilds could take in an instant.
Vulpesen's hand rose up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he listened to his commanders speak about plans beside a hologram of the palace schematics. "I hope the distractions enough. And I hope you two know what you're doing. Garthux is a right bastard, and his men ain't much better," spoke a large grey tailed zorren spoke. Drant Claymus, known as the wolf among the people was proof that not all zorrens appeared vulpine in origin. His home had been in the mountains, and like many others he'd lost it all when the bandits took his home form him. So, here he was, leading the troops and looking forward to the day when he could stop smoking cigars in dreary tunnels, and start enjoying them while he blasted away the bastards that had killed his family. "I know you two have some tricks, but that fancy dancy force won't get you far. He's got it two, and his men probably have some big guns ready to knock holes into any glow stick holder who thinks they can keep up with the rate of fire."
[member="Alexandra Feanor"]