"Right." The Wolf confirms awkwardly, aware how inexperienced he sounds. "Let's go there."
They go to the armory. Everywhere, racks of weapons wait. Many workbenches are available to create a custom weapon or repair one. Racks of rifles, pistols, swords, spears, and more lie everywhere, as well as equipment like phones, maps, and grappling hooks.
"Right." The Wolf confirms awkwardly, aware how inexperienced he sounds. "Let's go there."
They go to the armory. Everywhere, racks of weapons wait. Many workbenches are available to create a custom weapon or repair one. Racks of rifles, pistols, swords, spears, and more lie everywhere, as well as equipment like phones, maps, and grappling hooks.
"Wow!" The Wolf said, gazing at the variety of objects. "Hoho, where do I even begin with all this stuff?"
They go to the armory. Everywhere, racks of weapons wait. Many workbenches are available to create a custom weapon or repair one. Racks of rifles, pistols, swords, spears, and more lie everywhere, as well as equipment like phones, maps, and grappling hooks.
"Wow!" The Wolf said, gazing at the variety of objects. "Hoho, where do I even begin with all this stuff?"
"Well, arrre you skilled in combat of any forrrms?" Growlsworth asks.
Name: Necrowl. species: Wolf. affiliation: Non (but will quickly join the wolf HQ) gender: female. Age: About 13. Appearance: Wears bones of a unknown species. Weapons and gear: As previously stated, she wears armour made out of bones which protects her from most melee weapons but do nothing against chi power and explosives. She wields long claws and large bones to use as clubs. Personality: Takes a strange intrest of the anatomy of the many species of chima. Creepy and savage. Backstory: She spent most of the life living in the wild. This is all that is known.
This okay? If so:
(A strange wolf is spotted on the outskirts of the HQ)
A Wolf Guard approaches the Wolf. "Hello. Please state your business, citizen."
"Excellent!" Percival strides over to his chair, making sure to dazzle everyone again. "We of the Minor Tribes would like to obtain some vehicles from your tribe."
"What kind of vehicles, my friend?"
"We're not particularly fussed. Whatever is suitable for combat and you are willing to trade."
The "base" of which you speak is a massive, circular city, surrounded by a mighty wall. Being a Wolf, the guards let you into the city without hesitation. Behind you, a limo pulls up to a large building. A rough-looking Wolf with a cape hops out and storms into the building, shouting "LUPA! LUPA, WHERE ARE YOU?!"
