The Plague was alive once more. Of course, new restrictions had been laid upon them. They lacked the freedom to hunt and pillage as they should, no, they were forced and constricted by masks by the orders of the GildedBlade. Déodat respected the Lady of the Basin, and would obey her rules. With the Plague arising his eyes turned to the outsiders, they weren’t his foes, but they weren’t his brothers driven by similar passions. The Blood Prince wasn’t one to seek thrones or power, but with the Plague’s rebirth he knew it was time, time to seize positions to ensure it’s might and strength. With the Bloodskald not arriving at the meeting ensured that the stallion wasn’t one of them, and such a valuable position as General was held by one who might oppose the Plague’s ambitions and goals. The face of the military needed to change, the tactician and ruler of their forces needed to belong to the Plague.

It almost pained him to make such a disrespectful move towards the Bloodskald, after all, he had seemed to be a decent stallion despite everything. Maybe Déodat could’ve learned to respect the stallion over time, but there wasn’t time. The bones beneath his flesh were wearing and it would only be a matter of time before his body faded into nothing.

Déodat stepped from his cave, leaving Odette carefully tucked away. The dog was too young to fight yet. She would have her day soon, but that would be a day when she was filled out and strong. She would be a ferocity on the battlefield with careful training and upbringing. The pup was still too young, and Déodat wouldn’t have been able to forgive himself if harm came upon her due to his own selfish ambitions.

There was a determined look on his face as he moved slowly. The rare sight of rain poured down upon the Basin. His gaze drifted up to the sky and for a brief moment his mind went to his great defeat. Would this be another failure or would he finally rise above?

“TORLEIK!” Déodat shouted as he stopped in a clear area, “I challenge you for the title General.” The Blood Prince shifted his weight slightly, a fire lit In his eyes. Would the General watch from beyond the grave? If he was standing there would he gaze at his son with pride or disdain? The Blood Prince would be a worthy son, he would bear the name of his father well. ”Stand beside me Father, give me your strength and let me be the son you always wanted.”

[Déodat is challenging Torleik for the position of General. Torleik may also have the first attack, if you'd like.
Typical challenge rules
Setting: A clear area in the Basin. There is a downpour which makes the ground slick and wet. Temperature is warm for a northern day.
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