Meet Conall
Commander West and Lone Wolf
Conall is a lone wolf, literally. He left the Rangers when his inner wolf broke free and killed a general. The general totally deserved it, but that didn’t mean much to the Regent’s Council back in New Torwood City. Conall was stripped of his rank and a bounty was put on his head.
Conall has been on the run for nearly ten years. He makes his living running rare artifacts between New Torwood and the southern cities. But when a job goes bad, Conall finds himself face-to-face with the council that condemned him. Forced into a new command, he has to learn to work within the structure of the Rangers again.
But maybe, those ten years alone have softened Conall. Maybe he’s ready to let others back into his life. Garou, his inner wolf, certainly thinks so and is not shy about speaking his opinion on the matter. The lone wolf has to let friends into their tiny circle. And worse, he has to keep Squad 54 alive in the dangerous Meadows, a place full of monsters, magic and rogue weather.
Conall has been on the run for nearly ten years. He makes his living running rare artifacts between New Torwood and the southern cities. But when a job goes bad, Conall finds himself face-to-face with the council that condemned him. Forced into a new command, he has to learn to work within the structure of the Rangers again.
But maybe, those ten years alone have softened Conall. Maybe he’s ready to let others back into his life. Garou, his inner wolf, certainly thinks so and is not shy about speaking his opinion on the matter. The lone wolf has to let friends into their tiny circle. And worse, he has to keep Squad 54 alive in the dangerous Meadows, a place full of monsters, magic and rogue weather.
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Conall considers his new squad
Saints, they were all so green. And it was his job to keep them alive for the next two weeks. Two weeks, if they were lucky. Bretta’s estimates were optimistic. It would take at least seven days to reach Eklridge Oasis. And that was if they didn’t run into storms, raiders, or a pack of gaunts. Hopefully, they’d find the camp all in order and turn around the next day. If not? If they found the scientists killed by titans or gaunts or wolves? He hoped it would be wolves. At least they were efficient and there would be little left to bury.
You shouldn’t bury the dead anyway, his wolf said. Vultures need to eat too.
Wolves were generous beasts.