A figure in all black robes approaches the table where sat the figure head of Gaiscioch. Surrounded by his allies Foghlada feels no fear. As he should not, the shrouded figure moves slowly toward the table of proud warriors and mystics. His robes black yet strangely speckled with a purple glitter. The rooms mood is light, the ambience a general discussion tone. Throughout the room the discussion of the kingdom of Gaiscioch is heralded with proud respect and the dignity of every debout soldier.
The hush is just a moment as the cloaked figure moves toward the table ever so slowly. Raising botof pale white hands they stretch to the wrist to display palms up in a surrendering fashion. His purple veins a stark contrast to the alabaster flesh now displayed. His right arm reaches toward his belt line and with no other visible body movements he pulls forth a slightly larger than palm sized metal disc with a smooth glass center. Eyes in the room twitch as the next few moments are played out thousands of times over in each devotee of the Gaiscioch watches with untrusting eyes. Foghlada simply nods, never losing the stare of the figure before him, face never exposed, but lost in the endless black provided by the hood of his robe.
The figure places the disc on the table, slightly adjusting the angle so a small red light faces the Cennard. As the messenger retracts his arm and pale branch of an arm the disc lights up. A sudden small flash ofollows is followed by a blue grey transparent image of a man. His build is larger than the messenger by far. Broad shoulders, square jaw, clean cut in a military fashion. His attire most certainly not of this world. Large bulky plates of metal surrounded by hoses and small red blinking lights. The armor itself must weigh a ton, but it's movement so fluid one must wonder if it was truly metal at all. Again this man covered head to toe in black.
In a tone and tongue familiar to the members of the room he speaks, his accent just a bit more harsh or brutish as noted in his annunciation. "Good to see you old friends." A smile quickly makes its way across the images face. After a brief pause, as if suddenly faced with some deep feelings of guilt his smile fades. He glances to the floor to let the feeling of shame drip from his skull only to return instantly to his proud posture.
"It's been too long. I sure hope I haven't been forgotten. I see many faces amongst our kin, the family has blossomed and is fitting. Finally Gaiscioch will have its kingdom, and you Cennard deserve a throne. I look around and revel in the memory's I keep close to my chest. Donaliam old friend, ever the depiction of true loyalty, a model for us all. Vampiresbane, a greater general has not been seen in my world or yours. Your devotion and cunning exemplary to hold the banner high. Blocked, still finding "the shine" in those cellars? Ah and Prissy, the claws of the cat. Were this a band of evil men and women, the executioners axe would never leave your side." The stranger in the device laughs a bit before letting out a small snort and returns his attention to the topic.
"I have spent much of this last year far away from the family. I have built my own army to carry our beliefs to the people of this galaxy's republic. I know the Gaiscioch way has always been to fight for what's right and the the just, but these are differing times I am in. Yes there are some who may see my Empires values as evil or my Sith beliefs as too absolute, but is a peasant who steals the medicine from the miltary fighting to save them to save the children a thief, or a hero to the children who will be wiped out without the defence of the soldiers? These are troubling times indeed. My values and lessons I have learned at your side Foghlada have helped me to overcome and unite in these times of confusion and tragedy. My army fights at every corner of the universe now. We have tackled every obstacle thrown at us and we continue to thrive and grow. We uphold one law as the will of all. Hate out, never in."
"I have been away long, I know"again his head slumps, but only for a moment, "I have read great many tales of your conquest on Telaria with pride. I make no concession I was presented a great many gifts for being Gaiscioch. I have squandered these to my own shame and the guilt I feel has only fueled my rage into growing my army of the Dark Force into a solid foundation in our home world. I have failed you on a great path. I left behind my family of Gaiscioch and went about to find myself in far reaching worlds. However I must tell you, I have found what I was looking for. I foundmeh self at the helm of a great force. I have made new friends and we have formed our own family. I'm very proud of each of them and the binds we share. I have you to thank. If not for our one true law we may have crumbled long before our banner was sewn. I take my courage to again lead from the many lessons I have learned under the tutelage of Foghlada, Vampiresbane, Donaliam, Cindermist, and Oldroar."
At the mention of the name grief has over taken the image. His stare becomes blank as if remembering a different time and place. Although the image is a blur of light and static everyone can see the glassy overlay now covering the mans eyes. He pauses a moment more to show respect.
"I come to you now to tell you brothers and sisters, I will return. I will return and defend the Kingdom of Gaiscioch, THE SANCTUM OF RALL! The enemy's of my kin shall find no quarter! Let fly your pride emblazoned on the banner that unites us all Gaiscioch! No land or creature shall find a single blade of grass undefended! This is a glorious time to be Gaiscioch and I will be damned if I will miss the opportunity to pledge my saber, err uh SWORD to the heart of the army of divine! GAISCIOCH!"
Unhooking a metal rod about the length of a forearm from his belt, Reclis ignites a a blast of lightning that shapes a sword and holds it above his head. Passionately he yells "Gaiscioch! Gaiscioch! Gaiscioch!" and the image flickers and fades.
The slow moving messenger retrieves the metal disc from the table and replaces it under his robe. With a slight nod he exits the tavern.
((ack will edit later. Done from my phone.))
» Edited on: 2012-07-22 09:53:56
