A small caravan of black armored beings approached the fortress.Warriors flanked either side of a large mounted Rock Steed. Smaller indistinguishable figures followed the parade of warriors. Arriving at the entrance, a voice boomed from the assembled forces. "I request an audience with the Shadowed One!" ~skrall-legion
The Shadowed One had not been quick to answer. Instead, he had summoned his senior Skrall operative to his throne room.
“I only need one answer from you, Skrall,” said the Shadowed One. “Is this band of warriors worth my time?”
The Skrall considered this question for some time. He had grown up hearing the legends of Arakhe’s deeds in the Core War, and he had seen the respect and fear Arakhe commanded of his fellow soldiers. Now that Arakhe led the largest remnant of the Rock Tribe on Spherus Magna...
“Yes, my lord.”
The Shadowed One sighed. “Very well, then. Send one slave as messenger to the leader, and send another to mobilize my best operatives. They will watch this meeting from the shadows. This ‘Arakhe’ may believe his forces are many... but should it come to blows, he will see that all his followers are no match for a handful of mine.”
