The hooded man continued stroking the oars of the small rowboat. The Ancient stood in the bow of the boat, his white robes flowing in the wind. the boat slowly moved towards the forbidden island..
"Stop here." Fig yelled.
"Master, magic does not work on that island! " Gif shouted over the wind. "You will be like everyone else. You cannot go there."
"Do not question my methods. I am eldar, Brother." the old man shouted back towards Gif. " I know what I am doing."
The pair stopped their bickering long enough to land the Rowboat on the island.
As the pair disembarked from the boat, Gif noticed the Ancient looking at the ground near where they landed. Blackthorn's new orchards lay before them both. The old man continued to examine the ground at the bases of the new castle.
"Master, what is it you seek?" Gif yelled from the rowboat.
The old man ignored him, as he continued to search the beach.
Then without warning, Fig yelled. "We have found a new place. It cannot keep me out. We are close to the food supplies of Castle blackthorn. I will bring the army."
The old man raised his arms and shouted "VAS REL POR"
A moongate fomed at his feet, as he moved out of the way.
Another hooded man stepped through, but not before the stench of thousands of sewers assaulted their noses.
"This better be the place...I am tired of herding rats..." the man said.
"This time you will harvest the Ice...we cannot stop...the planet depends on this." Fig replied. "Bring forth the polar bear clans like before, Tamer!"
The new arrival bowed before the old man, and stepped back through the moongate.
"We don't wan't him to feel welcome." the Ancient said.
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"Stop here." Fig yelled.
"Master, magic does not work on that island! " Gif shouted over the wind. "You will be like everyone else. You cannot go there."
"Do not question my methods. I am eldar, Brother." the old man shouted back towards Gif. " I know what I am doing."
The pair stopped their bickering long enough to land the Rowboat on the island.
As the pair disembarked from the boat, Gif noticed the Ancient looking at the ground near where they landed. Blackthorn's new orchards lay before them both. The old man continued to examine the ground at the bases of the new castle.
"Master, what is it you seek?" Gif yelled from the rowboat.
The old man ignored him, as he continued to search the beach.
Then without warning, Fig yelled. "We have found a new place. It cannot keep me out. We are close to the food supplies of Castle blackthorn. I will bring the army."
The old man raised his arms and shouted "VAS REL POR"
A moongate fomed at his feet, as he moved out of the way.
Another hooded man stepped through, but not before the stench of thousands of sewers assaulted their noses.
"This better be the place...I am tired of herding rats..." the man said.
"This time you will harvest the Ice...we cannot stop...the planet depends on this." Fig replied. "Bring forth the polar bear clans like before, Tamer!"
The new arrival bowed before the old man, and stepped back through the moongate.
"We don't wan't him to feel welcome." the Ancient said.
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