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hold tight to the edge of the night

Deimos the Reaper Posts: 527
Deceased atk: 7.0 | def: 12 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 7 HP: 72.5 | Buff: NUMB
Heather
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The Reaper was aware of many things. He knew of the strength, the diligence, the tenacity, and the determination fostered within the icy, cavern walls. He knew of the layers of legends built into its terrain, into its frost, into its reign. He knew of the potential stored and lacquered, finessed and coiled, curled and manifested, deep into its ravenous shields and predacious munitions. He knew the Basin, blunt and keen, curt and brash, audacious and splendid, treachery lined in edges and fringes of beauty, a carnivorous essence. He knew they were all capable of greatness, of grandeur, of glory – but only if they combined together, became a union of endurance and fortitude, a composed mass of power, devastation, and puissance; precision tipped and dipped into frozen fervor.
 
He was tired of watching them falter. He was tired of watching them disappear. He was tired of watching them fade away into nothing and no one, like wisps of embers, smoke, and ghosts, fumes of nameless faces and forgotten bravado.
 
None of it should have happened – not when they were a brutal force, an inferno, a blaze of damnation and color, spitting against the horizon, toiling amidst the cold clamor, the chilling wind. No one should’ve strayed from their emboldened grasp, their heightened wares, their illustrious, beckoning songs (some of war, some of alliances, some of armistice, some of violence and mutiny) – but they did all the same. He’d asked why, how, when, and where for long enough.
 
Change was upon them again, thick and encroaching, choking and smoldering, seething and grasping, but necessary. He wouldn’t them stumble again. The King wouldn’t stand for it. He’d whittle away until he was nothing but bone and marrow, blood and sinew, fire and death, damnation and oblivion, before the Basin crumbled again. We are better than this, his skull echoed, his mind churned, his vision burned. The monster, the beast, the eldritch titan, had to put a ceasefire on their weakening tethers, on their decaying, withering, lines. Their time to thrive, to awaken, to rise from ash and soot, was now.
 
The bestial cry, the commanding crescendo, echoed across the land – a summons, a call for assembly, for masses, for those who still remained to gather as one, so they may be marked as something other than a herd (an empire, a kingdom, a sovereignty of might, of force, of vigor). “Brethren of the Basin,” he thundered to them from his perch, from his knoll, into the heart of the morning, standing by the unfreezing lake, stoic and nonchalant while his heart beat and bled for their lives, for their souls, for their entities – no matter how he was rendered or cast. “Show yourselves. There is much to discuss.”
 
Here his gaze narrowed, glancing and looking over the growing mass, over the flock of children Birdsong had wrought, over the fewer and fewer soldiers, over the healers and crafters, the scholars and phantoms, all combining together and seemingly still not being enough. He forged ahead, eyes glancing swiftly to Hotaru, to Rexanna (his fellow conspirator), trying to forget how much he loathed these meetings, attempting to forgo the feelings of no control, of watching them all spit upon one another over meaningless topics – his presence a warning in and of itself. “Our numbers have been faltering. We need a thriving herd to become strong again.” The King paused, taking a moment to breathe, to process, to hope they were enticed by the idea he’d managed to conjure, instead of dismayed, scoffing, ignoring it entirely as some had always done. “For the season of Tallsun, we will be holding a recruiting competition. Any and all may participate.” Another pause, another breath, another hesitation, weak at discourse, flawed and imperfect at speeches, of carrying his gravelly tones further than necessary – the shadows were far more tempting, silence far more glorious, actions better than any other eloquence he could provide. But they needed to know, needed to hear, and he soldiered on, always a warrior, extending his voice again. “Any species may join, as long as they are useful. You may recruit in various ways, though stealing should only be done to Outcasts. Whoever has brought the most newcomers to the Basin will be celebrated and given rewards.” Would that spur them on? A sense of greed, avariciousness, accomplishment? Or was it already a lost cause? They needed more inhabitants, more, more, and more so they could take on the world – so they could be successful in things already mustered and waiting (the wolves, he remembered, he recalled). “The winners will be announced at the end of Tallsun, when we have our Aurora Viewing Festival. Rexanna will provide more details.” His words stopped their infernal spewing, nod bestowed towards the gilded mare, the one who’d concocted the scheme and notion, then sliding away, back towards the crowd, the throng, the citizens he strived so hard to protect. “Please inform us of any other questions or concerns.”
 
Lord, he rarely implored or paid reverence, but he prayed for success now.
 
A notice, a foreshadowing, bit and hinted through his brow as he thought more of their collected forces, stare riveting on Albrecht and a few others who squabbled, whined, and complained on regular intervals. “I warn those who cannot voice a respectful opinion to hold their tongue. I will not have another meeting like before.” We are strong and stalwart, he thought, but you need to show me.


[IC Herd Meeting! Info to be included will be the recruiting contest, Aurora Viewing Festival, Haruspex assignments, and whatever topics you would like to discuss. If you don't show up, your character will not be aware of these events occurring in the herd!
 
Please allow Hotaru and Rexanna to post first! Thank you!]
DEIMOS
delivered from the blast
last from a line of lasts
and now the kingdom comes crashing down undone
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Messages In This Thread
hold tight to the edge of the night - by Deimos - 06-30-2016, 07:02 PM
RE: hold tight to the edge of the night - by Enna - 07-04-2016, 04:43 AM
RE: hold tight to the edge of the night - by Lena - 07-05-2016, 04:16 PM

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