A Call to Arms [Abraxas War Meeting]

*Amon* · (This post was last modified: 11-24-2017, 05:42 PM by Amon.)

OOC: WOO! Round 1 complete. From now on, there is no round requirement. If your character does not have anything to say, don't bother! I only ask that everyone stay tuned and aware of events, because they'll start happening here before long. Also, in an OOCly sense, if any alphas from other packs would like to plot something specific between their pack and the Abraxas I would love to hear about it! Posts due by Nov. 24th!

Amon watched as one by one, his family members trickled in. Those he'd seen regularly, his sister and her children, a few of his other siblings, were quick to arrive. He gave them each small, respectful nods. His mind was too engaged with what was to come to offer petty chit chat. And then, as he had hoped would happen, those less available in the past moons began to arrive as well. A feeling close to relief welled up in the titanic man, knowing that his kin were still invested in their cause. He sent a quick, silent prayer of thanks to the Fallen God.

He waited for a deal of time, wanting to ensure everyone who intended to be there had arrived. He would broker no future excuses for their lack of attendance, so Amon thought it only fair they have a fighting chance of attending. His young cousin arrived last, and he decided that was as late as he would accept. It was time to begin. "I know this meeting does not come as a surprise to many of you," he began, scanning the crowd. "A year ago we sat on this very beach, and I told many of you of my intent. This land is overflowing with magical energy, with spiritual presence. If any of you doubt that this is the ancestral homeland promised to us, well," Amon paused, allowing a dry chuckle through his lips. "I can only assume you have not been here long, or have not been paying attention."

"It is ours. We need only claim it as such, and I have every intention to do just this. Of course, what one claims for themselves they claim for all Abraxas. I would not want to act without knowing what each of you wish for, as well. The mortals who oppose us are weak creatures, and in our number we should have no difficulty curbing them to our will, but a divided front will only weaken us." Again, he scanned the cluster of kin surrounding him. Infamous for their independent streaks, Amon knew it would likely be impossible for his family to agree on any one thing, but perhaps they would concede one definite place to begin.

"I ask you, then," Amon began again, "Where do we begin? I think it wisest to conquer one of the mortal packs, if only to announce our presence and intent to the land. After it is secured, we will continue to fell packs one by one, installing an Abraxas wolf to lead them instead. Mind you, the mortals who call them home are valuable resources. Ill-bred as they may be, they can still hunt, fight and heal. We will need them to ensure the lands we claim are healthy and well-defended. I plan to offer any pack we cross the chance to join, or die. Maybe one day in the future this land will be populated with gods and spirits and none other, but that day is not coming any time soon. We will have to make due until then."

He paused one final time, letting the weight of his words settle over them. It was an enormous task that he proposed, but one he felt they were well equipped to handle. In fact, in Amon's eye, it was their destiny. What other purpose did Abraxas serve on this planet if not to rule. "If you intend to lead one of our conquered Kingdoms, I expect you to put forth the effort necessary to capture it. If any of our number prove to be ineffective leaders, they will be replaced without question. Now, where do we strike first?" He would open the meeting to questions then, ready to absorb their feelings and intents.

Amon did not personally feel strongly towards any one course of action. Striking out at Talis would be convenient and the entirety of the continent would belong to no others but them, which had its appeal. Of course, the borders of Talis seemed well defended, if the scent of them was any judge. Striking north, beginning with a weaker pack would be a sure course of action but the territory was less familiar to them. No, Amon was more than willing to lean on the opinions of his family members to make such an important decision. He was only relieved that the time had finally come.

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