05-24-2018, 01:09 PM
Cain hadn't really anticipated much dissent, frankly. What were they going to say, that they wanted a king, actually, and maybe he should reconsider tossing the title aside? Please. He knew his people, and knew the vicious spirit that burned inside them -- no, Blackfall was not a place for royalty. They were a militia, plain and simple, and they lived on the burning desire that had gotten them through the rebellion to to where they were now: away from the Crown and away from the discrimination they'd faced as mutants and as lower classes.
"Great," he drawled, a hint of a crooked grin shifting upwards. It was shark-like and carried hints of that darkness in his soul, but pleased nonetheless. "Back to business, then. We're scrapping the castle. I'm not sure that anyone even liked that place, but frankly, I hate it. We have no use for royal buildings. Feel free to beat the place up; we can use it as training grounds and let new recruits blow the damn thing up." He looked amused at that, and he was -- he was thinking of some of the mutants who had discovered their powers quite abruptly, and destroyed several old buildings trying to control them. A fitting fate for the damned castle, in his opinion.
"I'll set up a Command Center closer to the docks," he continued, motioning vaguely towards the sprawling buildings behind him. Many of the militia members lived closer to the docks or on them, anyway; Cain had always lived there, refusing to take up residence in the castle like he was supposed to, and he had no qualms staying close to the rest of them. "From now on, we'll host meeting either here or there. We'll also host war councils and meet about the Market operations in there, and so forth. If you ever need me or someone else, you can come to Command and find us.
"Naturally, I will need to restructure the commanding officers now that I've abolished the royalty. We'll discuss that this week and move forward with a new hierarchy after I've received your input. In the meantime, carry on as always; we have some changes to make, but I'm fairly certain we'll do just fine. It seems that progress has slowed down on the ships, but we can worry about that after we've shown Griffingate hell."
A pause. Cain considered for a moment, running through his plans -- he had a few things to introduce, more to go over, but then he decided that he'd save that for the next meeting. Let them settle with the changes he'd made for now and mourn Axel, first. He jumped down from the crates, gracefully, and supplied, "That's all for now, then. We have a funeral to prepare. We'll reconvene back here, on the docks, and send him off properly tonight."
"Great," he drawled, a hint of a crooked grin shifting upwards. It was shark-like and carried hints of that darkness in his soul, but pleased nonetheless. "Back to business, then. We're scrapping the castle. I'm not sure that anyone even liked that place, but frankly, I hate it. We have no use for royal buildings. Feel free to beat the place up; we can use it as training grounds and let new recruits blow the damn thing up." He looked amused at that, and he was -- he was thinking of some of the mutants who had discovered their powers quite abruptly, and destroyed several old buildings trying to control them. A fitting fate for the damned castle, in his opinion.
"I'll set up a Command Center closer to the docks," he continued, motioning vaguely towards the sprawling buildings behind him. Many of the militia members lived closer to the docks or on them, anyway; Cain had always lived there, refusing to take up residence in the castle like he was supposed to, and he had no qualms staying close to the rest of them. "From now on, we'll host meeting either here or there. We'll also host war councils and meet about the Market operations in there, and so forth. If you ever need me or someone else, you can come to Command and find us.
"Naturally, I will need to restructure the commanding officers now that I've abolished the royalty. We'll discuss that this week and move forward with a new hierarchy after I've received your input. In the meantime, carry on as always; we have some changes to make, but I'm fairly certain we'll do just fine. It seems that progress has slowed down on the ships, but we can worry about that after we've shown Griffingate hell."
A pause. Cain considered for a moment, running through his plans -- he had a few things to introduce, more to go over, but then he decided that he'd save that for the next meeting. Let them settle with the changes he'd made for now and mourn Axel, first. He jumped down from the crates, gracefully, and supplied, "That's all for now, then. We have a funeral to prepare. We'll reconvene back here, on the docks, and send him off properly tonight."
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CAINSMARK PENDRAGON IS THE FORMER LEADER LIVING OUT RETIREMENT WITH HIS WIFE AND HUSBAND IN THE ROSEBLOODS UNDER THE NAME MORTEM. HE IS THE HARBINGER OF CHAOS, ENTHRALLED BY VENUS, AND KING OF THE DREAM REALM. HE MERGED SOULS WITH HOSPITALFLOWERS AND IS THE MASTER OF MALKYN. BIO.
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