Strength of voice his words carry through the gathered hall from his position of significance standing before the throne. Fires burned, food cooked, and all eyes were directed forward to Mandalore. All through the hall it was as if the prepared feast simply froze in the moment Mandalore spoke. Looking over each of the faces gazing back to him there were only two who were closer to Mandalore than the rest, Praxton Saxon, brother to Mandalore and a man who many know as the most fatherly and caring figure among their family and Orar, the stern leader and left hand man to Mandalore. When it came to Mandalore's will there was no other in the room who respected it more than these two.
"I understand your worries for our people, Praxton. However," he leaves the word to hang. Indicating a hooded figure in the corner of the hall. Bidding Irizka to join him up at his side the enigmatic individual abides. "My new associate has informed me that they are certain an ancient relic of our people is lost on this very planet. Time has eroded the path it took- but Irizka, strange as it may be, knows well the events of that ancient time and assures me that it must be on a cruiser that went down in an ancient battle over this planet."
Mandalore breathes, preparing himself.
"Irizka has said that the Helm of Mandalore, our most ancient relic, lost with Mandalore the Lost, rests on this very planet."
Mandalore pauses to give credence to the shared whispers and exclamations that is sure to evoke.
"We will depart, because the Empire is not an enemy we can fight off forever. Small as our number is. First- we must find this relic. With help from Irizka we will be certain to scour the planet quickly, recover this piece of our history, and be gone before the Empire can lock us into place. We will return to the Mandalorian people a pride we have long since lost. And before we leave? We'll bloody the Empire's noses for thinking they can stand in our way, and think us so minor a threat."
Mandalore steps back, sitting in the throne.
"Soon, all of Mandalore will rally around our cause and the Empire will know the threat our people truly possess."
Raising his gauntleted fist, "Now, feast! Vode An!" he says, and slams his fist down on the arm of the throne giving a resounding crack throughout the hall. Amid the chorus Irizka slinks up to his side. Speaking privately.
"Vasha would be proud," they said. Bristling a little under their hood. "But I have always hated such theatrics."
Pre-game: [Pre-game Opens on September 26th/27th.]
PC's will have 3 threads in which they can partake of activities. These can be in locations throughout the enclave as defined in the rest of the forum, but must be kept to this section only. You may label where it takes place inside the title of the thread but it is not important so long as all players understand and agree on where it is located.
- Pre-game threads take place of the remainder of the day in which Mandalore returned and made his announcement during a feast.
- Your threads may be before, during, or after the feast and may have nothing to do with the feast at all in private locations.
- Mandalore returns in the morning, and feasts in the evening through the night.
