Malgonious 2758 Share Posted January 17, 2017 Upon such darkened hours that have befallen the lamenting distopia that was Johannesburg, Baldur sat lost in thought in his study. The point of his pen pressed firmly against the parchment as he began drafting his log, his mind letting lose the mass of thought that paraded against his conscious like a drum. "The Black Legion, as they are called. My hogwash group of freed prisoners, forced and volunteered draftees, uncut and veteran soldiers... all walks of Imperial life congregate into my banner. All in black, black from the blood we've shed, and had shed unto us. Black from the traitors that left our hearts ravaged in woe. Black in defeat against a power greater than our own. Only the Black Legion stands, the last line of the Emperor's Will. The last shred of humanity died when we came to answer the call, for humanity has been proven weak. We must overcome our humanly forms, and become more." Baldur would hesitate as he continues, reflecting on his previous deeds in name of the defense... "... I cannot say it brings me pleasure to cut fro my humanities. My feeling, my compassion, my love... all of it to cut away. A Commander with such trivial things is no true commander, especially in wake of siege. I bear the lives of the thousands upon my name and hand, I shall do my utmost to ensure this city is held in the name of God, the Emperor, and the glory that is and was Mankind. I lay down my humanity and champion the Black as do all my brothers that stand before me. We stand as one in this dark hour of twilight, our fates sealed and set. We have a duty... and it is to be done." Baldur would slowly bring his point to a close, his eyes closing as he becomes lost in thought once more on a new subject. "I have heard rumors among some of the new blood of mutiny, such was met with harsh and brutal attention from my Taskmasters. I set them loose upon every draftee's tent, and had them seize any potential documentation or plans, I had to get to the center of such madness before it grew out of hand. The more senior legionnaires that have braved many a street patrol and expedition outside the walls are starting to grow more competent by the daily, I hope to set them loose upon the draftee's as well to train some sense into these uncut." The Journal entry would seem abruptly started and stopped in multiple places, showing sign of hurried departure upon inscription of the document. "Rations are running dangerously low it would seem. The siege has yet to fully begin and we dwindle with our skeleton crew. I can hardly feed these men I've drafted, and here I've gone and put a sword in their hand, asking them to die for our city. It's not fair I pluck such weak yolk from their cribs and set them upon the ramparts to be loosed upon by the Hordes of chaos that come to bear ruin to all, however my humanities as a Black Legionnaire have been set aside. All that stand upon their feet in my city shall wield God's righteous fury against these heathens. The Black shall envelope Johannesburg, should those rebel dogs breach our walls, they shall be met with the most grueling of fights to come. Every man woman and child have been armed with some form of weaponry from the Bastille, and all are instructed to fight till the last. This city will be hell on Earth, and I am it's Overseer. So yes, march upon my Black Legion and my city. You shall be walking into the gates of Hell itself, rebel cur. Baldur would wrap up his idle ramblings, close his journal, and head back off to the battlefront. New Missions are available for completion, check the Mission Board daily. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vege 4804 Share Posted January 17, 2017 Tobias stands, gathered around a table with his Generals, looking upon a map of Johannesburg, preparing for the final assault. (Excellent post, +1). Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reno 239 Share Posted January 17, 2017 Ramsey sits beside a fire in the nearby siege camp. He rests his sword's edge into the earth as he is consumed with the memory of his duel with a member of the legion just the night before. "This will all be over soon" he tells himself. "Finally the bloodshed will end" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
mirofel9 84 Share Posted January 17, 2017 (Good post- well written and thought out: +1) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MangoArt 399 Share Posted January 17, 2017 Aukha sharpens her axe in delight. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skylez 870 Share Posted January 17, 2017 Mercer had never been on the loosing side, the veteran legionnaire stood on the rear ramparts of Johannesburg, sight searching over the vast terrain before him, corpses were omnipresent upon the war zone, some bore the colors of his own, black and purple, others adorned the colors of the mixed Coalition forces. He stood for quite some time, gaze eventually catching onto the Coalition siege camp not too far from the barricaded gates, a few slow nods following as he turned to descend down the stone walls, the main bulwark of Johannesburg. The black legionnaire rallied with his comrades, and together they were en route towards the battlefield, soon enough they would be at our walls, it was our job to give them hell. (Great Post +1) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dohvi 622 Share Posted January 29, 2017 Moved to the Archive. If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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