Skippystar

Only some can understand the native tongue of The Gorge, large seemingly brutish and angry creatures by look. Not Breon, nor did he care to learn. To him it seemed utterly pointless to learn the language of a race which he thought were quite frankly vulgar. Young Breon walked further through the murky swampland of The Gorge as he noticed the light fade through the tall lilac whisp trees’ as they slowly loomed in above him, without thought the Breon raises a finger into the air, recites the words that he has known since a child and produces a sphere, which floats gracefully into the air above him and emits a powerful blue light. “