Let Me Burn You
10-16-2013, 09:47 AM
I need Chrysanthe, Thane, Cormalin, Gael, & Cael to reply to this thread. --Caerul is also needed for extra reasons. I need this to be done quickly so I need replies by the 19th. Anyone who doesn't just won't be involved. If you could all get replied today--bless you.
It was late evening and Syrinx had been circling the premisis all day letting his mind wander. He would make a trip to Seracia to gather some warriors from his allies, and after that, he would be ready to move out against Glaciem. Still, it was fair enough that in the pack he had found a couple that he trusted to rise into the upper levels. He wanted to let all that were capable be elligible fighters in the war, and he had to admit, that number was surprisingly low. They had a lot to reclaim and few who were willing to fight for it. syrinx wanted to change so much here, but his mind was already made up, Valhalla would not--and could never be-- an eternal home for him. Not without changing things so much for others. He needed not to be an Alpha, but to be a Arkhos.
rear war brought to the ground and he was firmly seated before the lands. his head tilted back and he summoned a select few to come to him. They were going to do their war-talk. And while some of them might not agree with his ideas and his ways. He was going to keep them alive and they needed to rise to the things he asked. It was simple. Very simple.
It was late evening and Syrinx had been circling the premisis all day letting his mind wander. He would make a trip to Seracia to gather some warriors from his allies, and after that, he would be ready to move out against Glaciem. Still, it was fair enough that in the pack he had found a couple that he trusted to rise into the upper levels. He wanted to let all that were capable be elligible fighters in the war, and he had to admit, that number was surprisingly low. They had a lot to reclaim and few who were willing to fight for it. syrinx wanted to change so much here, but his mind was already made up, Valhalla would not--and could never be-- an eternal home for him. Not without changing things so much for others. He needed not to be an Alpha, but to be a Arkhos.
rear war brought to the ground and he was firmly seated before the lands. his head tilted back and he summoned a select few to come to him. They were going to do their war-talk. And while some of them might not agree with his ideas and his ways. He was going to keep them alive and they needed to rise to the things he asked. It was simple. Very simple.
Coding by Lu
10-16-2013, 06:08 PM
He had many things to discuss, though he would announce them quickly and with as many manners as he could uphold for the Valhallans. He held something akin to hope for them, but he was uncertain as to if they could deliver. They all lacked the ability to tolerate punishment--he had witnessed that with Imena. Everyone had looked at him as though he were a leper for scolding them in their blatant disregard for hierarchy and respect. He did not approve, and yet now was not the time to debate. Instead, as they glared at him and bothered not to say anything he left them with a simple few statements, "Firstly, thank you for coming--secondly, I care little for your personal problems with me and I care even less for your disregard for my authority. We will win this war and you will understand me...at least somewhat," there was enough prodding around and immediately his words jumped into the slur he sought to understand.
"Gael, you press forward the strongest in this pack and understand your place even if you don't always hold your tongue. I respect you --oddly enough-- and I am asking that you give your life to Valhalla. You will war and defend anyone challenged for when Glaciem comes, you will not strike against them first. You will stand and wait. Will you defend Valhalla as heir?" the speech was commemorative and it was decent enough, "If I fail in what you will see me attempt, it is your duty to challenge for Azalea. It your responsibility to bring your sister home," he laid a thick burden on the boy's shoudlers, but if he was a true Adravendi with the additive of a Valhallan he would handle it with ease.
He would wait for the answer from the young man and turn his gaze to Cael. He had the decency to come on his call and he wanted to at least address him and allow him the chance to go. Syrinx was seeking no friendship with the boy--for he had little to befriend, but he could at least offer him the chance to use his strengths, "you're not one to shed blood; are you? No, well you'll be acting as a messenger. When Seracia arrives I'm asking you to run to Seracia and bring them here. We will need all of them alongside us. You will also take my children there...expect that to be a task all in it's own," he gave the boy his job and left him be. He would either accept or decline and when it came to war if he couldn't deliver--then Syrinx would command another to go; even in the heat of battle.
Eyes fell on Cormalin and syrinx stared at him for a long moment, "You're a beta here and I expect you to be able to lay your life down when it means any member is in danger. You will stand on guard and make no move until a challenge for one of ours is issues. When the challenge is issued you will respond as quickly as you can; and you will win," the boy stared at him, for there was no room for failure in their domain and Syrinx had every intention of at least showing Cormalin some of the fire that fueled him so. Perhaps they didn't agree on well, anything, but Cormalin would at least see a passion for something in his glare if he was as wise as they all said he was.
"Thane, I've recruited members from Seracia to battle against Glaciem. You've been placed as a messenger and are being demoted to Theta. I do not want you fighting unless you must and preferably not until you return from Tortuga. They will need to be alerted of the impending battle. I will not accept failure, of this you must know about me," Syrinx had been direct with all of them and could not be expected to back down to anything that they tried to mutter off to him. After all, he was an Adravendi--and he was a leader. He was natural born and bred to do this--to command and he expected that someone who knew his father would be able to see this too. Thane was a long time member of Valhalla and Syrinx needed to be able to trust the elders; did he not?
"The ones that I called to fight with us are Bronze, Themisto, and Pontifex. Bronze and Themisto have been placed in Beta and Delta positions and Pontifex was summoned to act as a runner to Seracia if my previous plans fail. I want every capable body working. If you want to survive this-that is," the red king murmured his words and turned his head towards the horizon, "We will attack Glaciem soon enough, because I don't see them coming upon us so quickly, but if they do--this is our battle plan and I want you all to trust me," because a thousand armies couldn't keep me from this. it made him feel close to his father, it made him feel like he was doing something right, and for the first time it was like things mattered.