OLDBLOOD

The scouts had long since reported the moving of Kroq-Gar’s host, their presence was hard to miss for the initiated eye. Gor-Rok had stood amidst the tallest spire of Itza, glaring down the world with blood red eyes awaiting the reports to come true. 

When it was finally time and the famed Carnosaur Grymloq thundered through the forest clearing Gor-Rok began his descent. He had known Kroq-Gar more from reputation and fame than actual conversation. They had fought together in battles before but his duty was the preservation of Itza while the honored elder was the spear against Lustrias enemies. 

The plaza grew silent as Kroq-Gar the last defender of Xhotl and the rock of Itza stood before one another. One backed by his Carnosaur and rows of steeled veterans the other behind a shield wall of Temple Guard adorned with white war paint in honor of their Champion.

At the mention of the great plan Gor-Rok squinted his eyes slightly, was it not the duty of the Slann to decipher the great plan? Where did the Saurus general get this supposed vision from? 

“You brought soldiers, defender of Xhotl.” Gor-Rok snarled, the mace of Ulumak was hoisted onto his shoulders as his red gaze scanned over those that stood with Kroq-Gar. 

“Why would you need Itza’s brood? Is your might insufficient against the skittering coward vermin?”

The rock of Itza was predictably defensive, unkeen on the idea of sparing warrior blood for the defender’s crusade when it could instead be shed defending his city. Unfortunately for Kroq-Gar, Gor-Rok had taken his skepticism a step further by insulting his honor and the honor of his retinue, and the hushed whispers of the cold-bloods around them spoke of a rising tension between the Saurus. 

He must act carefully.

Before the gates of Itza stood Kroq-Gar and his defenders; The last sons of Xhotl, legendary enforcers of the great plan and indisputable heroes of the cold ones. And before them was Gor-Rok, who in his comparatively short existence earned almost as much, if not more acclaim than the Oldblood. 

This meeting drew an impressive crowd of Saurus and Skinks alike, for they were both legends.. and if there was anything Kroq-Gar had learned from his long existence, it’s that legends tended to be arrogant and hostile when they met, even when they were the cold and logical children of the old ones -- He had to be on guard.