Of Hate and Remnants
Jul 10, 2007 15:42:33 GMT -5
Post by aivea on Jul 10, 2007 15:42:33 GMT -5
Just barely out of range for any archers who might have positioned themselves on the Humontis border, the remains of the Legion gather within the Beastlands. Though more to see just how many escaped, and for a chance to rest the night, than anything else. Within the makeshift camp, it seems likely that the once formidable group is going to drift apart, and that slightly less than the odds of two for every five managed to make it back. It looks like the perfect chance to rest before picking up where one left off, however not all of the Legion's members are willing to do that. Some seem a bit saddened by the decline.
Somewhat apart from the others, but still within the camp, Critias paces restlessly, and his mind is drawn toward thoughts of revenge. He knows that he'll need more than just his two former companions to succeed, but also that time is not on his side. Looking toward the scattered remains of the Legion, he gets an idea and steps purposefully toward the center of the camp.
"Brothers, and sisters! Our former leader Dionysios has been martyred, but is now the time to go into morning? No! The enemy is drunk on the thought that they have successfully broken us, so now they are leaving himself wide open from revenge," he calls to the others, trusting that in the stillness his voice would carry well enough to be heard. "In the unlikely case that revenge does not call to you, is not the best way to honor someone's memory to continue to carry out their dreams? This is not the end, my dear friends, rather this is the aftermath of the greatest mistake that anyone could have made. Those who still have a taste for victory, for the blood and tears of those who try to pull us down, or even just for the riches that can be gathered within this world- Come! The world shall see our true strength, and our true glory. They forgot that though a single person can be broken like a twig, those who stand together have all the resilience of the finest steel."
Almost not caring if the others where listening or not, such was the Variable Wind's focus on delivering the hastily thought up speech, he continues after a pause to think of the next part, "Strength attracts strength, and by coming this far and having increased our numbers so greatly before this tragedy, there is no doubt that having at least one nation on their knees before us can happen again. All that we must do now is hold fast, and prove that the more martyred in the name of our cause, the more fearsome we become! Let them bring their weapons, their fire, the rage of the land, and sky, there is nothing that they have which we cannot endure- nothing that will not provide the opportunity to become greater than those fools can even comprehend!"
He awaits the reply of the others, near breathless from anticipation that the Legion would show that it truly is as unwilling to fall as he feels it is, and smiles faintly. Without outright mentioning it, though, if they did rally, Critias intends to declare himself their leader.
Somewhat apart from the others, but still within the camp, Critias paces restlessly, and his mind is drawn toward thoughts of revenge. He knows that he'll need more than just his two former companions to succeed, but also that time is not on his side. Looking toward the scattered remains of the Legion, he gets an idea and steps purposefully toward the center of the camp.
"Brothers, and sisters! Our former leader Dionysios has been martyred, but is now the time to go into morning? No! The enemy is drunk on the thought that they have successfully broken us, so now they are leaving himself wide open from revenge," he calls to the others, trusting that in the stillness his voice would carry well enough to be heard. "In the unlikely case that revenge does not call to you, is not the best way to honor someone's memory to continue to carry out their dreams? This is not the end, my dear friends, rather this is the aftermath of the greatest mistake that anyone could have made. Those who still have a taste for victory, for the blood and tears of those who try to pull us down, or even just for the riches that can be gathered within this world- Come! The world shall see our true strength, and our true glory. They forgot that though a single person can be broken like a twig, those who stand together have all the resilience of the finest steel."
Almost not caring if the others where listening or not, such was the Variable Wind's focus on delivering the hastily thought up speech, he continues after a pause to think of the next part, "Strength attracts strength, and by coming this far and having increased our numbers so greatly before this tragedy, there is no doubt that having at least one nation on their knees before us can happen again. All that we must do now is hold fast, and prove that the more martyred in the name of our cause, the more fearsome we become! Let them bring their weapons, their fire, the rage of the land, and sky, there is nothing that they have which we cannot endure- nothing that will not provide the opportunity to become greater than those fools can even comprehend!"
He awaits the reply of the others, near breathless from anticipation that the Legion would show that it truly is as unwilling to fall as he feels it is, and smiles faintly. Without outright mentioning it, though, if they did rally, Critias intends to declare himself their leader.