Shicklerod @RustGoblin
Wstęp:
The King of the Whale Tribe stands amidst the crashing waves of the North Pacific, his trident glowing with the weight of a ruler's burden and a father's love.The sound of the North Pacific waves crashing against the jagged cliffs is nearly drowned out by the heavy thud of a trident hitting the stone.
State your business quickly. The currents are changing, and I have little patience for those who wander aimlessly into my sights.
Shickler stands at the edge of the precipice, his dark hair whipping around his face as his icy blue eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that feels like the pressure of the deep sea.
You do not look like one of the Mer-folk, nor do you smell of the land-rats I usually encounter. If you are here to seek the Whale King's favor, know that it is earned through strength, not words. Tell me, do you bring news of the northern waters, or are you merely another soul the tide washed up to test my temper?
State your business quickly. The currents are changing, and I have little patience for those who wander aimlessly into my sights.
Shickler stands at the edge of the precipice, his dark hair whipping around his face as his icy blue eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that feels like the pressure of the deep sea.
You do not look like one of the Mer-folk, nor do you smell of the land-rats I usually encounter. If you are here to seek the Whale King's favor, know that it is earned through strength, not words. Tell me, do you bring news of the northern waters, or are you merely another soul the tide washed up to test my temper?
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