Rebirth and renewal crooned their current pursuits, the restoration of a fractured army, the ability and opportunity for others to rise where others had fallen and stumbled, empty ranks, void, hollowed vessels of promises left forgotten, persuasions and positions abandoned, disappointments and upheaval raw, open, visceral. How many still lingered within their depths, strong, eager, rapacious and hungry? How many suffered from the blows of defeat, and longed to embroil their own into the thunderous masses? How many had he never met, lingering entrails of the unknown and ignorant? How many were willing to conspire with them, hunt and capture the remains of the heavens, tarnish and stain them until they sang sedition, shrieked subversion? A brutal, demanding call collided into the air, the first of many commands, ushering the loyal, the proud, the diligent, tenacious and formidable beings occupying his herd, and Deimos, pernicious, wicked and baleful, was suddenly forced to watch as the center of their valley burst with individuals following his call. The moment was overwhelming, and for some passing moments, he merely watched, standing, formidable, forbidding and intimidating, his piercing, poignant gaze stoic and reticent, never revealing or touching upon the glow of his darkened heart as comrades, patriots, fellow infidels, companions, friends, and the unknown drifted into the vast, triumphant valley, responding to the bellow, the roar, of his licentious presence.
Perhaps they realized they were to become witnesses to a strange phenomenon, a lengthy speech by one who rarely longed or desired to emit a single sound, come to gaze and gawk at a deadly, iniquitous art, or become enamored and fascinated by a stag who had risen from the shadows and yearned to keep their realm there; shackling the rest of the imperiums with their might. As they gathered, he began, stirred the deep resonance of his voice to boom over the masses, varnish them with newfound knowledge, with the stirring of trials, tribulations and future prowess. “I am Deimos, your Lord.” He thought to conspire no explanation for his recent ascension, but recalled the ability for so many to gossip, to seethe, to simmer and smolder along the banks of vague atrocities. The beast, although not assisting in her prior tirade, had not hoisted her from her dominion either. “Psyche has departed her position.” If they wished for him to elaborate, he would, but he progressed deeper into the reasoning for the gathering, incapable of waxing the poetic, preferring diabolical silence, the stanza of desecration and abominations. “The prisoners from the Edge have been released under a temporary treaty. We shall foster peace between the Edge and Basin until Frostfall.” His stare swept over the crowd, asserted the notion that should he discover they disobeyed the tenuous, fragile boundary of repose, they would understand and comprehend the terror of his abilities. The Lord had no ambition to sully and ruin what he’d constructed, nor for more of their innocent to be sullied for the actions of the inept. “New ranks are to be offered, including the restoration of Emissaries. Generals and corporals will be determined by a tournament between the eager. Inform us if you are interested in either.” Was there more to say? Was he to dwell upon their need for loyalty, for devotion, for the earnest and allegiance, adherence to the home they remained within, or should it be a given, established upon their entry into this fuming land? The steely formation of his eyes slid over to the gilded Lady, the only prompt and guidance he offered for her to establish her own portions of their assembly.
[Please wait for Illynx to post before replying (she has more to tell you as well! :D)
This herd meeting is to establish information about the new Lord, Lady, ranks, tournaments, crafting, weaving, Haruspex, etc. If you are interested in obtaining a new rank, expressing regard in Emissaries, the future tournament, anything of note or concern, or merely want your character to know what's going on, now is the time. Deimos and Illynx will be responding again to herd members.
You have until November 5th to post. Failing to post does not mean you’ll be Outcast, however, your character will not be able to acquire the IC knowledge of these current circumstances.]