12-03-2019, 03:29 PM
Next on the list was Elysium.
Previously, the hound trekked to The Typhoon, sharing the news of his return from the dead and subsequent ascent to power. You know, typical stuff. The tropical group was the swamp's most cherished ally, so they were visited first.
But, Leroy also intended to make a stopover in the mountains and converse with those that inhabited the area. Elysium was a neutral group, though one which worked alongside Tanglewood in the climactic siege of the Pitt. Or so he had been told. For that, the general saw the Elysites worth his time, and decided that he'd make the rounds to them as well.
In all the months he resided on the island, never had he ventured as far north as Elysium. And within the first few seconds spent inside Elysium's premises, he felt more refreshed than he ever had up until this point. The atmosphere was nippy, chilly, stimulating his lungs with every inhale. When one made Tanglewood their home of choice, they had to get used to muggy, foul-scented air.
Being away from the fusty aura of the swamp brought a refreshed smile to his face. Hopefully, whoever found him at the edge of Elysium's territory would appreciate his visit as much as he did.
Previously, the hound trekked to The Typhoon, sharing the news of his return from the dead and subsequent ascent to power. You know, typical stuff. The tropical group was the swamp's most cherished ally, so they were visited first.
But, Leroy also intended to make a stopover in the mountains and converse with those that inhabited the area. Elysium was a neutral group, though one which worked alongside Tanglewood in the climactic siege of the Pitt. Or so he had been told. For that, the general saw the Elysites worth his time, and decided that he'd make the rounds to them as well.
In all the months he resided on the island, never had he ventured as far north as Elysium. And within the first few seconds spent inside Elysium's premises, he felt more refreshed than he ever had up until this point. The atmosphere was nippy, chilly, stimulating his lungs with every inhale. When one made Tanglewood their home of choice, they had to get used to muggy, foul-scented air.
Being away from the fusty aura of the swamp brought a refreshed smile to his face. Hopefully, whoever found him at the edge of Elysium's territory would appreciate his visit as much as he did.