[ IP ] Fallen Titan

Bas stood at the pass, examining what lay before him. Beside him, Filli pawed the ground nervously, his ears pinned back. The little mule's sense of danger told him what awaited the master ahead, and he was n't thrilled to be on this particular adventure. 
 
 Bas, bonded as he was to the creature, wryly shook his head at the mule's, well, mulish behavior. For someone who had gone through all the Wanderings with him, Filli was always too eager to back away from untested lands. He rubbed the mule's chin, clucking softly at the stubborn beast. Filli, having none of it, flicked his head away irritatedly. He knew the master would be going into the pass ahead, and being the loyal creature he was, he would be along for the journey. Such was the lot of a Pairbonded. How he wished he had chosen a nice muleteer in some petty prince's army instead, at times like this. 
 
 Ahead of the Wanderer and his Pairbond, an Ancient's skeleton loomed, massive, against the mountain's scarp, an equally massive sword standing from its cavernous chest. The remains of a *Svenir* battle, from a time before the Dawning of Man, perhaps. Either way, it served as a useful landmark for Bas - a place to begin his newest Wandering. With a delighted chuckle and a gentle hand on Fille's halter, Bas lead the mule down the mountainside and towards the pass ahead. Perhaps this Wandering would be the greatest of them all. 
 

