Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150429173912/@comment-107.196.174.179-20150508171344

Lokass stood atop a platform near the base of the ketch, his gaze switching between the pass and a large screen set up on the platform. The pass twisted far down the slope, around the base of mountains, and out of sight. From the ketch, to the entrance of the pass, the fallen hissed and chattered with anticipation for the upcoming battle. The screen dipicted a live feed of six land tanks crossing the ice plains. At this rate, they would be upon the entrance in a few hours. Lokass's train of thought was interrupted by the arrival of a skiff. He turned around, expecting one of the captains to rush up and give him an update, or request troop repositoning. He could not have been more surprised to find a captain and seven vandals dropped from the skiff marked in the colors of the house of wolves. Lokass drew his blades, and the surrounding storms aimed their weapons at the unexpected arrivals.

"Hold thy fire!" Lokass barked to his troops when the wolves made no attempt to draw their own weapons, and their captain paced slowly towards him.

"No further wolf. Speak, what bussiness dost thy house hold here?"

Looking around, the wolf captain spoke back. "We cometh to speak with the lord of this ketch. Where dost they dwell?"

"My lord is indisposed at the moment, so thy shall answer to me."

"Fine then. We come baring a gift for thy forces here, and elsewhere."

More vandals in the skiff lowered several heavy crates to those on the ground. They then piled the crates near each other and backed off while the captain made a see for yourself gesture towards them. Lokass, wary but intruiged, motioned for a pair of vandals to inspect the crates while the others kept their weapons trained on the new arrivals. The vandals opened the crates with great care and motioned for Lokass to see himself. Pacing over to the containers, the reaver stopped short when he saw what they held. Newly fabricated samples of tech such as web mines, splinter mines, exploder shanks, repeater shanks, and a scorch cannon, each with the blueprints to fabricate them. Such tech had been lost by many houses, with those who still held such relics greedily hoarding them away.

After a few moments, Lokass finally found his words. "But what hast prompted thee to bestow such a gift?"

"The house of wolves hast thrown off the shackles of the reef, and find it...benifical...to re-cement our relations with other houses. We hope thou shall remember this charity in the future."

With that, the wolves boarded their skiff and set off while Lokass ushered his vandals, and the wolf's gift into the ketch.

"Rhall shall certianly whish to know about this."