Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26084195-20150417202642/@comment-25975584-20150425044607

The grim and mourning god king sat alone in his room, holding his son and wondering where the Arborec found him. He thought to himself, "I might as well get ready." He tenderly puts his son in his cradle and afraid he might harm him in some way; slowly creeps out of the room. He puts on his armor, grabs his sword, rifle and pistol and storms outside. The gilded armor of his personal legions screeched and hollered. Massive automatons, brain piloted battle walkers, psychic monks, knights upon rearing panthrax, grim, disciplined soldiery, vehicles of many varieties and a glorious starfleet, armed to the teeth and imbued with a zeal and faith that could overcome the mightiest of odds. Suddenly a solitary voice in a sea of gold cried "speech" and the ground rumbled as the men shouted "SPEECH." Only the men there that day knew what he said but, the fires of war and veangance were kindled as the battered fleet of the clans rallied around the moon sized gilded battle ships; the kings hand and the eye of veangance. The battered and grizzled fleet barged into the council unannounced, where the god king publicly scolded the council. Before disembowling the Sargoth representative and beheading the Razorbird ambassador. The god king carefully recited the atrocities of the Razorbirds and Sargoth from memory. The god king then provides years worth of surveillance and evidence. Before promptly bowing to a woman in Umayrs' entourage and arraying his fleets for war.