I SAID HELLO SATAN | TAKEOVER+MEETING

[Luciferr]

a halo of dust in the light shafts flickered around the creature, daring not to touch that pitch dark intent directly as it watched with an eyeless face as they gathered to his call, one of it’s secondary set of forelimbs tucked up underneath it and in the shadows concealing what it had cradled.

It could feel the discontent, the apprehension - the tension, in the air before the skull ornamented throne,

Here below his feet sat skulls carved with the names of leaders past - sought out ones that looked similar to the species or were of the species each leader had been,

And some well-

Silent shifted as his recent acquisition - the pup - climbed from the maw of his ribcage to sit between his forelimbs, amused at her display before his head tilted upwards and the gurgling of the creature before them broke through the silence - that eyeless gaze resting on Gael briefly as the newly dubbed Imperator joined the procession

Then that terrible voice spoke

”far too long have we languished my friends” The whispering below quieted abruptly when Silent began, a voice both creeping and yet silken in a way - meant to persuade yet also to inspire that creeping clutching feeling at your spine.

”when you first joined this land, did you do so knowing it lay itself bare and beaten? A dog bearing it’s throat? Or did you join knowing the shadow of its reputation?” he purred, the shadows shifting behind him as the tendrils that decorated his back writhed in the gloom

”I know I did” it was almost melancholy in its statement and the silence settled ”i joined a land that called for blood in its very own bones - a land built on sacrifice” he hummed ”I can still hear it now”

”that rage, that hunger - yet it was denied!” and with a sudden snap the silence was disturbed as the Silent one’s voice distorted and a hundred angry souls seemed to echo the last line - like the land itself suddenly spoke through the creature - a void into which all those souls had stepped to rage and ruin.

A skull thudded down onto the platform, clutched in the serrated claws of Silent - a skull with dried blood still spattered across it,

A skull in the shape of a feline,

”and look what denial has done to you” the anger was replaced with a sickening croon as the creature’s ‘tongues’ flickered at its teeth before receding.

It leaned back and grinned in the moonlit shafts of light, a deathly visage

”he made pigs of you, pigs for slaughter - by your allies, by your enemies or by the very land you tread” and it was true, what did they do but lie around now? Lie around and wait to die under the whims of a leader spoken for by the very ally that had seen fit to try to smite them from existence.

His head tilted, a sickening crack from that disjointed spine ”I would see you wolves - and so I will, no longer is Kydobi your leader” he stood, the former dragon skull that was laced across his neck now stood stark in the moonlight moulded and forged mounted upon his arm just shy of his shoulder with its horns curling upwards and two teeth driven through the eye socket’s brow - one blood red, one carved from blackest obsidian.

”I am”

the abomination tossed his head to Gael ”and Gael is your Imperator - the pitt has no need for Vicars and there is nothing holy to us” it snorted in amusement ”the ibada is now the blooding and each of you yet to prove yourselves will carry an unblemished tooth ready to be dipped into the blood nile when you compete your nights - those of you who have will receive your blooded tooth, for you’ve proven yourselves fine enough”

he motioned to those that had recently completed their ‘blooding’ ”you will have to adjust your trophies and fit them into or as an armour piece, you will be given your teeth once you have - my Imperator will see to the rest of you when you complete your trials”

”the ranks aside from Vicar have also changed - Erudites are now ‘fleshweavers’ and will be situated in the white temple for where the sick, the injured and those requiring check ups will go - Marauders remain Marauders and will host training, spars and the like in the red pyramid, Pittians remain Pittians - Aspirants are now Acolytes just as Edus are now Pitt pups and debutantes are now new bloods.

Alongside this is the reinstatement of a slavery system - the bloodless - they are so named this because those we capture as such will become one of us in time, we need only.. convince them that we are right - they will not have any teeth on them until they know our way is the correct way, do I make myself clear?” he paused, skeletal tail twitching behind him

”yes we are bringing back the slavery system - we are also allowing raids, captures and torture - why you ask? Because the land calls for it! Because it is in. OUR. VERY. BONES! We are the Pitt! All the clans that your former ruler sought to befriend who now mock us for the beaten dogs he made of us! ALL OF THEM. ARE. OUR. ENEMIES!” the last was said with a snarl so vicious the pyramid itself seemed to rattle with the beasts anger.

And yet just like a switch, the creature calmed ”they are open season to you - all of you - take what you want of them, kill them, dance in their viscera, paint yourselves with their blood and eat their hearts if you so desire - but do not let them demean you so anymore” and here came back the croon, the don’t you know I only do this because this is what’s good for you? For us? They laugh at you, will you let them?

”Raids upon them will be bi-monthly, we will make them second guess their own shadows again - and we will take the resources they squander so poorly - we will armour ourselves everytime we are to go to war and we will leave naught but the fire and brimstone that they used when they torched the ashen city of old!” he rumbled, unfettered, unrestrained, no more was he to be held back by moral constraints of a weak leader

”we will have our festivals - because I will not rob you of your respite, we will have our joy as much as we have our battle and our fire and our blood roaring in our veins when the war drums call” his smile - both of them - was all teeth and deathly glory.

”so I ask, do you agree? Do you wish to be more than the beaten husk of a once great clan? The laughing stock of all those that see themselves better? Or will you wear your teeth with pride and lay bear the hypocrisy of all those that stand above us? We who are not afraid of our own shadows - we who do not fear the truth of us?”

TL;DR

- Silent is now leading the Pitt, Gael remains second in command.
- There is a new slavery system in place, used for converting others into slowly becoming Pittians themselves.
- there is a new festival tradition! See the guide for details.
- we are FULLY WARBOUND. We have no allies and everyone is an enemy. It is open season and the Pitt now promotes attacking, raids, captures and the like on any other clan.
- cannibalism is allowed.
- the Ardent word is law, no Pittians are harmed only outsiders, you either die/escape/or are exiled if you disagree.
- the IBADA has been changed to ‘the blooding’ and further details on taht can be found in the guide.
- all Pitt members unless you are bloodless have a tooth on a silver chain unless you have done your ‘blooding’ in which case you tooth will be dyed in the Nile till blood red and pierced into the armour you obtained in your ‘blooding & nights of solitude’ initiations (see the guide for details).
- raids are bi-monthly: we are seeking maximum destruction and loot, for we are always hungry for resources ESPECIALLY in the summer seasons.
- your loot can go towards crafting armour, weapons, trinkets etc - most sought after is armour as we will all be wearing it in raids (though at home you are only required to wear at least the piece you crafted from your ‘blooding’ as that also holds your rank and Pittian status teeth)
- the knife stone has been changed to a personal weapon, see guide for details.
- the territory is unchanged but areas have been renamed and given more significance plus a minor addition or two of the territory - see the guide for details.
- we’ve started up an armouring tradition, so all the clan has somewhat of a crash course in creating such (up to you if you wish to know already or practice first)

RANK CHANGES:
- Ardent remains Ardent, Vicar is now Imperator, Erudites are now fleshweavers, marauders remain marauders, Pittians remain Pittians, aspirants are now Acolytes, Edus are now Pitt pups and Debutantes are now Newbloods.
- each rank has a corresponding tooth colour, see the guide for more details under the blooding tradition.
- new rank for the re-implementation of a slave system: Bloodless. This rank has no tooth signifying the yet to be converted status.