A Call to Arms [Abraxas War Meeting]

*Kaine* · 11-19-2017, 09:45 PM

I'M KNOWN TO PUNCH 'EM IN THE DICK AT THE END OF A FIGHT

There was a call, a summon that was to be answered with haste. To ignore the deep croon of Amon's voice would be a death sentence, or exile. Heaving to their feet, the godling thumped their way along towards the north. It was strange to hear his voice come from anywhere other than the canyon, as of late. After all, the little runts were grown up now- no need to lurk in the nursery. Nearly shivering with excitement, the dust toned deity ate up the ground beneath their paws. It was time to bring this mortal land to its knees, its occupants begging for salvation through the Fallen One.

Kaine was not as late as they had been to the last meeting, but they definitely could have taken more initiative. The lackadaisical pace had cost them, no doubt. Amon would be miffed if they had taken any longer. "Are we ready to taste the blood of mortals, brethren?" They rumbled gleefully, glancing about. Everyone was here, including the children. Fallen One above, they were so big now. Where had the time gone? Perhaps it was time to bring their own genes into the mix, and add to the ranks. The little pixie would make fine children, if a bit small.

Rump landed heavily on the sand, shoulders hunched against the heat of the sun. It was time, and they were ready.

"speech"

AND I NEVER SAY I'M SORRY AT THE END OF THE NIGHT

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