A Soldier's Ascension

[Zanderaw 162]

A dark and cloudy evening hangs over Salvus, sheets of rain pouring down on the farms, on Kingston, and on Westwarde Citadel. A bolt of lightning cracks overhead, and by its light a hooded figure can be seen vaulting the walls out of the fortress.

In the Lord Commander's quarters, Zandros Waveswept looks aghast upon the armor of his master, and on the ceremonial demon blade taken from the monsters of the north, sharp as a razor. Then, pulling himself together as if out of a shocking conversation, he steps forward, slowly changing from his current uniform into that of the Siege, finally holding the jeweled helmet at his side.

He breathes in deeply, and turns on his heel, facing the stairs down in almost a ceremonial manner. Then exhaling, he steps forward, his boots crashing into the stone floor with each movement forward. As he marches to the ground floor, the Cardinals milling about greet him and are met with silence. They follow him as he enters the throne room, the main hall of the Citadel.

The banners above flutter gently, wind blowing in from the storm outside. Praefectus Waveswept walks to the center of the room, then turns, ascending the throne, but still standing, the demon blade in its sheath, the helmet at his side. He raises his chin, and holds out the jeweled artifact with both hands. His men look at him warily, wondering what he intends as thunder rolls in through the gate.

"Thomas Siegemen is dead," He says. "One nightmare is over, and a new age begins." He backs up to the top of the throne, and lifts the helmet to his head, slowly bringing it down over his face with a look of serene power. His hand moves to his side, quickly drawing the Kambasor blade and whipping it to face forward in salute.

"Hail your new Lord Commander!" He shouts, and the ranks of the Salvian Legion respond with a "Hail!," dropping to their knees before their new leader.

The rain falls heavy over the walls of the citadel, and somewhere in the mountains, a hooded figure moves quiet as a whisper.

[hex37 737]

Somewhere in the woods west of Salvus, Nienna Calm has a sudden tingle of righteousness and joy travel up her spine. She ignores it, and returns to writing.

[5678 260]

Lommpy adds another name to those that need to be tortured and killed in Kingston.

[Galendar 631]

Benton's stern gaze rests upon the new Siege, he bows his head in respect, hailing the new siege, his arm shooting up, the chain on his arm scraping that on his torso. He stared forward as he slowly rose... his steel toed boots crackling against the stone floor as he moved out quickly, heading into his quarters.

He slid his helmet over his head, nodding respectfully before he sat by his window, staring out amongst the storm.

"Ut vetus cadit exoritur novus"

He would state bluntly, turning about face and attaching his sword belt.

Staring into the mirror at the scar that runs down his face, he nods, proud of what he has become. He looks about, nobody in sight as he finally raises the Lorraine cross his father had worn over his head.

[MamaBearJade 2090]

Kaila gets word from Abresi. She lowers her head in prayer before returning to her work. She lets Max carry her around until they get her a new chair. She had plans for Abresi and Salvus.

[rukio 8924]

Wither watches from a slight distance, taking quiet note of the new commander. A blank look is on her face as she puzzles over the new name the Shields have given themselves. Resting her head against the wall of the fort, she idly reflects back on her own days as a Constable, smiling faintly as she does so. Laying a hand on the opposite shoulder, she shakes herself lightly before more sorrowful memories overwhelm her.

 

"May they thrive as they once did." She whispers softly, looking towards her son, Benton, for a brief moment before stealing away, not wanting to be seen. 

 

Those who had saw Wither would have seen a black cloak with a hint of crimson fabric peering out from beneath it. Her head would have been hooded by the cloak's hood and a pure white mask would have covered the entirety of her face, all in all a very Wither-esque outfit to those who know or knew her best. 

[Shadeleaf 1022]

Arzota would idoly walk the hills behind Salvus, setting a plant on fire every now and again in the heavy rain and watching it sizzle. He continued to walk about as he bumped into a figure, glancing up and seeing a certain set of goggles beneath a hood "Ah... Karainay J..." he starts as he once more walks by the hooded figure, focusing on an upcoming squirrel hiding in a thicket... that one would be a challenge to light up he thought to himself, closing in for the kill.

[◀ Doone ► 54]

A cloaked shadow lingers, a light and sly laugh emerging from thereof as Zandros shouts. "The Siege never dies, I thought you knew that, Zandros Waveswept." he states under his breathe, mostly a mutter of uncanny resent. He quickly whips himself away, his red trimmed grey-cloak picking up somewhat in a mild flap of momentum. "Hmph." he grunts, then striding away in an old slumped manner, coughing somewhat as he makes his way away from Westwarde Citadel. He tenses as he makes his way away from Arzota, after his breathe slowed as he curls up a bit more. His movement slowed now, further than previously, though guided and controlled.

[Acornlad 206]

Tahjeet Mubdee stands at Zandros' side, as Commander of the Salvian Legion. Looking on at the Legion, he solemnly speaks to Zandros,

 

"We enter a new era...one o' strength and righteousness. May tha' creator bless us."

[Helvetius 314]

Lacedaemon says to fellow aytosians around him, "Prepare for battle. We march."

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.