Modicum Mortem has been lurking in the forest of Sylva. When the child let his barrier down, he retreated into the shadows, waiting for another opportunity to strike. Another way to advance.
It seemed now he had found his way.
Karat and the homeless Ischian family had declined the offer, deciding instead to move to a climate they were more used to.
Now was his time. If no one else wanted the forest, he would surely have it. finally, a sanctuary for all of Beqanna’s freaks, all of the ones forgotten when Gryffen’s abandoned his throne.
There’s hardly anyone in Sylva anyways, so he slithers his way into the throne, grinning ear to ear.
He was the king now.
OOC: Since Karat did not take the throne, Modicum Mortem is claiming Sylva. Before I forget, please put what caste you want to be in (war, diplomacy, spy)!
It seemed now he had found his way.
Karat and the homeless Ischian family had declined the offer, deciding instead to move to a climate they were more used to.
Now was his time. If no one else wanted the forest, he would surely have it. finally, a sanctuary for all of Beqanna’s freaks, all of the ones forgotten when Gryffen’s abandoned his throne.
There’s hardly anyone in Sylva anyways, so he slithers his way into the throne, grinning ear to ear.
He was the king now.
OOC: Since Karat did not take the throne, Modicum Mortem is claiming Sylva. Before I forget, please put what caste you want to be in (war, diplomacy, spy)!
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