the ghouls snarl, forcing against the door to hold back the tide of their brothers as thornen turns and runs with you.
A capable warrior in his own right to see him running , a look of grim determination pklastered on his stoic face it came as a shock. Mere hours ago he had a family...Children, a wife. That all changed when the ghousl swarmed.The attack was too sudden, too unpredictable. They swept through the inner walls like a ravenous tide, engulfing everythign in their path.
He ad become quiet since their loss, something odd to you seeing as youve known the cheiftan since birth, been there in his risde to power, been there between the hum,an skirmishes, and varghen marauders. To see him this quiet is an odd pill to swallow.
you arrive at the chokepoint and he stands. Four gunners sit in sandbag trenches, your chosen, an ostari branch of armadillo varghen nod at your approach.
"sir.."
the grunt as Thornen goes to the last surviving member of his family, his half brother thaursus, a sinewy black wolf with harsh eyes watches his berothers approach.
"The shadows await your command brother."
in the shadows of the alleys you can see the pack of nightblades watching as thornen turns to you.
"Brother...Are you ready to blow the doors?"