death has arrived

Born from the ashes of his relationship with his father, drawing his siblings and those like them close to himself once more. Björn⁢ needs like-minded individuals. He needs those who won't flinch at violence, who won't shirk the call to arms. There's something brewing, something blazing in the boy. A prince of rot and bone, a harbinger of things to come. He'd bring the complacent, the lazy, the moldering slime who called themselves leadership within this place to their knees.

It's only fitting that he takes to the steps of the crypt. Another place he knows all too well, somewhere with storied history for the boy and the rest like him. Red dawn settling over the place, coloring the land around him. It's time. It's well past time to seize the day, and to set his plans in motion. Posture upright, slate gaze aflame. This is the start of the rest of their lives-- for glory, for plunder. It was time to carve their names on the worldtree, once and for all.

Tipping his head back, Björn⁢'s call is thunderous and sharp. Echoing from the mountain, and on deeper. Who would join him? Who would be by his side to put the world on notice.

"speech"