{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
1/11/2016 4:54:43 AM
1
[i] The figure draws one of his swords, the brilliant white and gold one; and slashes it vertically in front of him. It seemingly tears the air in front of him in half, leaving a swirling black and purple mass.[/i] "That's your ride. I can make it as big as needed for your cargo."
English
-
[i]Cryo looked at the mass, not necessarily ready to go quite yet. Aenir jumped in without hesitation, along with complaints from Cryo.[/i] Darn that wolf... anyways, the cargo can't exactly... um.... be carried. I'll come back for it though. It's important, can't let the bandits find it. It's well hidden anyways. [i]Cryo hesitantly walks into the mass, not sure what to expect.[/i]
-
[i] The portal was a self teleportation one; carrying Cryo wherever he wanted to go.[/i]
-
[i]Cryo imagined something he heard before; "FN", not too sure what it was, he was interested, and imagined a place that would take him near what it was[/i]
-
[i] He arrives at a makeshift encampment of people hanging around; some bandaging wounds, others cleaning weapons or having a drink. The man from before appears next to him.[/i] "FN impromptu base."
