10-12-2008, 03:03 PM
The Rhulic soldiers broke lines and rushed to form one large pack instead of two equal halves, leaving the camps behind them. Isaac stepped forward from his front lines looking at the other warcaster. "Well given the current circumstances, the battle with the zealots will cost you, mhmm" Isaac pulled out a single gold coin and flicked it between his fingers. His quills rustled in the breeze before he spoke again, " 3000 Gold peices, should be adequate." Isaac said raising his average price a full 500 pieces due to the fact of urgency. The porcupien smiled as his soldiers began to prepare for a clash.
"You can't just do that..."
"Bitch please and tree"
"وليس هناك ما هو صحيح ، كل شيء مسموح به."
"Bitch please and tree"
"وليس هناك ما هو صحيح ، كل شيء مسموح به."
