Dawn of a new era [Ebonwings & Nightwings]

The air was muggy and oppressive, bloated with the potential for rain. It was the kind of day that invited inactivity and foreboding thoughts. Yet as Tenebris glided through whatever daylight broke through the clouds, all he could feel was as if a blackness stared at him in the face, amorphous, blind, infinite, without frontiers as if looking upon a nightsky without a single star to relieve the darkness behind the glass within his silent contemplation and internal musings as he continued his flight to the Homeland of the Nightwing Imperium. His subconscious thoughts had been plagued by the passing of the NightWing Emperor, and his court and private cabal had to no end of the discussions as to which direction the Ebonwing Potentate should take from there regarding the situation, but compelled by fate and the destiny of a higher purpose Tenebris knew what action to take from the moment the first courier spoke of the news. Determined to see his age of prosperity into fruition the summons of his personal retinue and Eclipse guard had been issued in a noble proclamation to be followed through, as the Ebonwings embarked and now approached the centre of the Nightwings seat of power in their homeland.

This day onward the interregnum was over, the Ebonwings would return from their self imposed exile to take their rightful place once more within the greater Nightwing society. In many ways despite the fleeting thoughts of others and their doubts, Tenebris saw himself as a saviour to bring about an end of the chaos and anarchy what would consume the Nightwings as they fought for the succession of the Crown. His claim might of been long forgotten by many, but from serving Gemini and then Oculus for a short time, Tenebris served essentially as a trusted advisor to the Crown and thus constitutionally next in line and without any heirs to the Crown, and as Oculus’s dynasty had fallen before it could have ever reached its zenith Tenebris came to claim his right. Now as the daylight heightened with the withdrawal of any remaining nightly haunts, with the light breaking through the clouds and consuming any remaining shadows, Tenebris and his entourage closed upon the Capital while his Guard remained ever alert and attentive to see if there was a reaction from any lingering presence or defiance from the previous Royal Guard.

Tenebris didn’t stand on ceremony to any approaching Nightwings as he gracefully descended towards the throne room. His arrival would have no doubt been expected as Tenebris has instructed all Ebonwing envoys and couriers to spread themselves throughout every corner of the Empire to act as harbingers to speak of a great reunification of the Nightwings and that the eve of a precipice in History was upon them. The message didn’t speak of Tenebris’s intentions regarding the Crown but stated that he’d address all from the Capital itself. For such an occasion, Tenebris himself wore his most ornate and garnished of attires, he bore a Silver chestplate ornamented and crafted as if to seem embroidered with thorns and roses while the centre of which brazen upon his underbelly was his personal heraldry, that of two Dragons rampart to one another, one holding a sword as a symbol of might and the other a sceptre as a icon of sovereign authority. The rest of Tenebris’s ceremonial garb clad him in silver necklaces and lanyards covering his neck to his chest, braces, bangles and rings upon his forearms and talons while his horns were adorned with rings of the same design.

Tenebris entered the Grand Hall of the Throne room confidently with all his mustered elegance as he made his way directly towards the raised dais which housed the previous thrones of old, sparring but a moment to linger his sight in silent scrutiny as he took in all the prestige and pomp of the Throne room, relishing in its splendour before ordering several of his personal Guard not to remove the Nightwing banners what littered the atrium but instead to add beside each one a banner of the Ebonwing Potentate. A resonating feeling seemed to consume him as he had to fight back a satisfied smirk, instead maintaining his regal austere apathetic visage. He stood at the bottom of the raised dais looking over the Hall and then to his retinue while awaiting for the Hall to be filled.

Claudius had followed his master to the grand halls of the Nightwing Empire. In his old age he rarely fought, but he still served in Tenebris' guard. Mostly for intimidation. His body may have been old, but it was massive, standing taller than most other Nightwings. This imposing stature meant that he rarely had to fight, usually silencing the opponents with his presence alone.

He walked into the halls a minute before Tenebris would, making sure everything was ready for the grand arrival. Servants were ordered around and smoke puffed from his nostrils as he snarled at the underlings. About ten drakes hurried about to clean every inch of the stone floor. Ten more scurried about to light the sconces as well as the chandeliers.

Everything had to be perfect.

After assisting with the banners, he took his place to the left of the main carpetry. His old bones cracked as he sat down, raising his head high, exposing the many scars on his throat proudly. His limbs shivered for a short while, but didn't give in as he looked sternly in front of him, serving within his Archon's honour guard. "Mhmmm... About time." he mused to himself, allowing a quick grin to cross his features, though he quickly dismissed it in favour of his stern, more appropriate visage.

Clouded or not, it meant little to Nerokius and his vision, for it was nearly always dark in these lands and thus, black to his sight, but this did not limit his capability to be functional and by extend, deadly.

He found himself soaring high above his Archon and the guard, just to be able to see that much futher should anyone try and take the opportunity to strike at Tenebris on his way to the mainland, however it didn't seem as though anyone dared and for a long period of time, Nerokius simply enjoyed the wind against face, cold and foggy, for the sun haden't yet showed it's face.. However as time passed and they flew in over the mainland, the sun gently started to caress everyone before it found it's way down to the land itself.

As Tenebris started to decend, so did Nerokius and he landed by his side as his Lord-Commander and not more than a few feet away from the doorway into the great hall, Nerokius inhaled before his booming and rumbling voice was heard echoing the halls and throne room.

"Make way for his worship, Tenebris, Archon of the Ebonwings, Lord Protector of the Isles of Aterna Dominus, Archduke of the Potentate!"

Nerokius' attention quickly snapped to Claudius and his voice was heard once more.

"Claudius! Has everything been handled?.. I want a full report before the attendants arrive, I want perfection."

Nerokius stopped midway through the throne room and awaited Claudius' answer before he would move up towards Tenebris, his posture was domineering and strong as ever.. His mere pressence demanded respect as always and his yellow eyes laid heavily on everyone present there with a cold and harsh gaze.

Loque, of course, was among those who followed Tenebris up to the main land. His flying seemed slightly less regular than the other dragons here, as his shorter wings were made for agility rather than speed and cruising ease. As such he was glad to finally see the continent emerging from the horizon. It had been quite a flight...
He landed with his usual elegance on the ground, with his recognizable mix of agility and nobility. A rather strange mix that fit his Tracker build perfectly. Unlike some of the other dragons here, Loque didn't have much for ornaments. The only piece he was carrying was his silver pendent, the one that had been gifted to him by Tenebris himself so long ago. Actually, so long ago it had been gifted on this very continent. Time flew by so fast...
Without a word, Loque followed Tenebris in the throne room, examining the ornaments that had been set there. While he was adopting a stance worthy of his rank, his movements were still fluid and his attention keen. Some habits never died...

Territorial expansion and human warfare. The two were the key events that sought the former Emperor a memory forever burned into the minds of all the Nightwings in the Empire. The problems that foresaw Gemini's reign as the leader ended was rectified when Emperor Oculus took the throne and silenced the perpetrating advisors. Ever since then, the Empire enjoyed a reign of prosperity. New faces came in, and new regiments were in placed, including that of Royal Messengers and Assassins. Ever since the human attack that slowly took away their territories, no one could forget that Oculus was perhaps the first to unite his kin and commence the counter attack, the end result bringing the former Earthwing territory back to the control of dragons. However, the cost of such victory was a lot more severe than anyone would have imagined. The Firewing queen had fallen, which brought quite the chaos among the tribe, even after a new queen stepped in to retake her role. But anyone would be forgiven if they think the troubles ended there. Without a word, Emperor Oculus seemed to have disappeared. If he had to guess, the loss of Tempest was so heart-wrenching and painful against his supposed 'perfect' attack, the two combined left a bleeding scar that could take eons to recover.

With Oculus gone, the whole Empire almost descended into a state of unrest. Afterwards, Sly was among the few requested by high value figures to temporarily sit upon the throne, until either Oculus was found or a new leader was chosen. But Sly wholeheartedly refused the power, looking over it to see the weighty responsibilities of becoming a leader. He would have been proud to just remain as both a healer and an assassin. There had been speculations that Sly could be a semigod as well, which was quickly dashed when young Celestia still held that title.

Sly paced around the emptied throne. Recently he received news of reunification. The Archon of the Ebonwings, now coming here to discuss reunification with the Nightwings. Ebonwings were Nightwings by blood. The Ebonwings declared independence a while ago, but there was talk among the Empire that they were much easier seen as an exiled group of Nightwings still loyal to Gemini. Currently it was nothing but rumours, delivered only by unknown black dragons in such a manner that it was like they were preaching over the streets. Something about reunification of the Empire, and that their leader would come here to offer some speech. It was from this that Sly predicted that they were referring to the Ebonwings, and that their leader, Tenebris, would become the leader of all Nightwings. Sly never got to see Tenebris before, but he had desires to borrow scrolls of alchemy from Shadows Refuge, which was regarded as the best facility for aspiring alchemists. But he had to set aside his business. For now, he was to stand here and greet him when he came. If the claims of those dragons were ever true.

Sly was not alone in the throne room. A number of Royal guards, if anyone could ever call them that anymore, stood all over the place. It seemed the rumours had got to them as well, and their captain increased the guards. Either to defend the emptied throne, or to welcome the arrival. Sly stopped upon the stairs, and turned towards the dias, where Oculus once rested upon. He did not understand the departure of Oculus, and he doubted he would ever will. It was all too sudden for the Empire. And not even Sly could predict how the dragons of the Empire would react to Tenebris. They could either turn into a lynch mob, or become the mob for the new leader-- if he was that good enough to convince the wolf not to eat the lamb.

Not long after he pondered, his ears perked to the distant beating of a number of wings. Sly turned slowly, watching sternly as the doors swing open, revealing the first of the black dragons from a faraway land. This was Tenebris? Nevermind. This dragon started throwing orders at the nearby servants to prepare for his leader. The servants and guards looked to one another with frowns. It was not until they turned to Sly, who beckoned his snout for them to do as they were told, that they quickly got to cleaning the floors and lighting the dormant candles and chandeliers, as if the Emperor was coming back to take the throne. Quite the commanding voice for an old coot. Of course, Sly had no power to belay any orders. His task was to watch over the throne, not take it. Not that he could anyways with these circulating claims that was proving to be true.

Behind this old dragon, was another Ebonwing, taking a deep breath to order everyone to make way for Tenebris. Sly was the only dragon left standing in their way towards the throne by the stairs, watching with slight amusement at the entourage.

Finally, a large dragon with glittering silver pieces marched into the room. A large black dragon descended and set his claws upon the soils that casted him and his brethren out. Tenebris. The dragon wore a number of silver ornaments all over his head area, in addition to a chestplate that adourned a coat-of-arms of some sort. Sly was only familiar with such symbolism from humans, but never thought dragons would commit to the same thing as well. It was very flashy of him to wear rings, anklets and braces in mild amounts all over his body, like an aristocrat.

Behind him, a familiar face. Loque. He barely changed since they last let in the first assassins trial while Oculus was still in power. Sly gave a smile towards him, then dropped it to his racing heart as Tenebris approached the steps. Sly stepped aside, allowing him to walk past without casting a glimpse towards his direction. He would then watch as Tenebris basked in the atmosphere, perhaps the aura and power of leadership, before ordering his banners to be placed alongside the Nightwings banners.

The Royal Guards below only looked to one another, quite unsure as to how they would react to this, but Sly quickly settled them with a raised claw. They would see how the events here pan out and make an appropriate judgement. Now that he was here, it would be a matter of time before representatives of the Empire would crowd the throne room to hear what the Archon has to say. Sly remained where he was, standing beside and facing Tenebris, along with Loque and maybe the other Ebonwings. He would have asked Loque how he had been since they met, but doubted this time was remotely appropriate.

Vesanus flew behind the rest of the entourage on their journey, his one good eye locked onto the group that remained at his fathers side while his mind wandered. In truth, Vesanus hadn't decided whether this was the best course of action. He understood Tenebris's motives and ideals, yet was the risk worth it? This was to be a large hearing, truly a wonder for any Ebonwing or Nightwing to have not heard of the summons by this point in time. The cool air collided with Vesanus head on as he maintained his height and speed, offering a rejuvenating sensation.

Eventually, as his father began to land, followed shortly by the other Ebonwings, Vesanus slowed, maintaining his distance and scanned the landscape for any signs of immediate danger, remaining stationary simply hovering in the air as he waited for his father to slowly move. At this point Vesanus nodded at the two Ebonwings accompanying him, who knew fine well the way in which his mind worked, and they quickly set off to scout out the land far more cautiously than Vesanus could have done with so many others around. As they raced off, Vesanus descended and followed in the direction of the others.

While moving to re-group with the rest of the entourage, Vesanus took notice of every tiny detail, the new banners that hung by the side of older, unkempt ones in appearance. The 'Royal Guard' as it were, each received a long, hard stare from Vesanus as he passed by, almost as if he dared them to try something foolish, perhaps for nothing but the monstrous Ebonwings amusement. Vesanus almost smirked to himself as he glanced around at the decoration, his own chest guard reminding him of how pompous he must look. It hid his less than appealing torn scales well, though the armour was custom made to hide such features, and as much as Vesanus disliked wearing armour, this suited the occasion perfectly.

The rest of the Nightwing and Ebonwings had already found places among themselves as they gathered together by the time Vesanus arrived. He moved to stand with some of the more trusted Ebonwing entourage, offering a courteous nod here and there, for appearances only. As much as he thought about what was to come, he didn't hear anything from the voice inside his head. Only silence.

Claudius turned to Nerokius as he arrived, nodding his heavy head once. "Yes, Lord-Commander. I have seen to it as soon as I arrived and put the servants to work." After making a saluting gesture, he resumed his posture once more, awaiting commands. When those didn't come, his eyes started to look around the room once more.

His attention was sparked by Sly, the one dragon in the room to not have moved away from his initial spot. Keep an eye on him, he remarked to himself. He didn't want to incite a fight, but he wanted to be aware of any that could begin.

Next, he nodded at Vesanus. He'd always had a strange kind of respect for the younger dragon - though he was not always sure to expect. He couldn't quite pin a characteristic on Vesanus, apart from perhaps paranoia.

Then again, he suffered from that too, every now and then.

Tenebris came down from his blissful sense of euphoria as he regarded the retinue which loyally followed him, his regal posture without falteras he watched them take positions around him and see to securing the area. While his facial expression was ever stoic and his demeanour callous, only his tail seemed to betray his emotions as its serpentine movements trailed back and forth along the cold stone of the floor out of a mixture of anxiety and excitement. Tenebris wasn’t oblivious to the unease and restlessness of the former Royal Guard of Oculus, he shrewdly examined them through his eerie sapphire eyes in silent scrutiny with contempt as if weighing each one of them to add to their restlessness. Turning to face Nerokius, Tenebris spoke in a soft coo just above his breath in a whisper, all the while still radiating with his usual well cultured yet domineering tone “Have our Guard position themselves within the ranks of the -former- Royal Guard, and have a few on standby to join the Crowd once Civilians arrive”.

Briefly satisfied Tenebris now turned to the Nightwing who has given the Royal Guard their previous reassurance, although they hadn’t formally met until this moment it was easy for Tenebris to make the assessment that this Dragon was Sly, very few outside of Oculus himself had such influence in his Regime and Tenebris found himself admiring Sly for his vigour and fortitude already for remaining at the Dias location at the apex of the Grand Hall. There was no doubt in Tenebris’s mind that the Dragon before him now could possibly be his greatest rival and obstacle or his most influential ally in the coming days of the reunification. Tenebris fixated his gaze upon Sly only for a mere moment yet his ethereal sapphire eyes examined him like the Royal Guard, before he finally bows his head as a gesture of mutual acknowledgement and respect, he’d speak privately to him soon, perhaps even before the rest of the Citizenry arrived, however, as it stood there was a more pressing matter.

Even with Sly’s reassurance for the Royal Guard, they still appeared wavering and idle, their anxieties and confusion would spread to any Citizens what viewed them once they entered the hall and such could fuel any thoughts of discontent and disdain. To this end Tenebris would address all those present in the Hall, so none would show doubts and confusion when he addressed them again once the Citizens arrived. With a slight sigh under his breath as he felt the weariness of his flight finally catching up to him Tenebris flared open his wings, the unique reflective speckled effect of silver upon his wing membrane seemed to imitate the stars of the night sky as the light from the braziers cast upon him. “Know, that what I do, I do not do out of any right, claim or desire. This is duty bound, as the Nightwings bask in a glorious reunification, so we will embrace a rebirth of our kinship. As we stand upon a threshold, we have but two paths, to fail and falter, falling to our own hubris and arrogance. Or define a new destiny for our kind, a new era of enlightenment”, Tenebris took another deep breath, and suddenly the fatigue of past few days seemed to plague his mind endlessly yet he continued, projecting his voice confidently across the Grand Hall in a manner far more militaristic than what his regal attire and garb would suggest.

“As we cross through into this new Age, we need a Leader. Not a fool born with a Crown above his head but a one forged. Know, I have served as you have now, bled for our Tribe and my kin, and unlike many who would claim to lead, I know hunger, I know what it is to be hunted, to feel fear and to understand loss. As such, I will tell you all now that I intend to lead our brethren into this new uncertain future, I’d have you all at my side to aid in the revitalisation of our honourable kind”. With that, Tenebris folded back his wings and such a small peach to the Militaristic elements of the Nightwings made him feel as though reliving his previous service when he was younger, yet he gave no speeches back then, and wasn’t a member of the prestigious Royal Guard just another mere soldier. He wondered for a moment longer if any would strike out against such as statement, however he knew for a certainty that the majority would turn their eyes to Sly for confirmation. As such Tenebris already turned to face him, cutting off hopes that the Guards could once more have the semblance of orders, no, they’d make their own decision. Tenebris lowered his neck once more out of courtesy towards Sly, “Sly then, I presume?”.

With each soldier having taken either position or awaiting order, Nerokius found himself lowering his craning neck in order to hear what his Archon had to say and with a firm nod, he looked around in order to spot the silhouette of warmth that would prove to be the crown prince and royal guard, Vesanus.

With a raised paw he would gesture for Vesanus to approach him, while doing this his thoughts was all over place as he could feel the unease from the former royal guards, standing idle on the side.

As Tenebris started speaking with his ever graceful pressence, Nerokius found himself, as always, at ease by the words spoken, knowing that Tenebris was always truthful and direct in his words and as he finished, he would nod his head slightly, confirming his agreement with his Archon.

Once Vesanus would have made his way to Nerokius he would lower himself to his height in order to speak in a low whisper in his ear.

"The Archon wants men mingling with the citizens -and- the former royal guardsmen.. I entrust you with this task, knowing you are more than capable young prince"

His words were direct, as if this was a statement, rather than a request and as such, he lifted his head back up, craning his neck back to his former stance and turned his attention back to the crowd of Ebonwings and Nightwings alike and eyed them in scrutiny and with a huff emitting from his nosdrils, he got back up to all four and started to wander down the isle in the middle of the hall to walk outside in order to check in with the Eclipse Guard, making sure nothing out of the ordinary was happening and that all walls were guarded.

"Spread out.. Eyes in the sky and on the ground.. Anything suspicious to you is a possible assassination of the Archon.. And should you let one pass, I will have your heads.. Am I clear?"

His words were direct and clear and with a salute, the Eclipse Guards took flight to spread out, swarming the walls and halls, aswell as the streets below, making sure that all was in order for the event that was soon to happen.

[Apologies for the late post. I’ll assume Nerokius was giving an order to Karma.]

Head held high, and an arrogant smirk playing on his lips, Karma made his way through the crowd of NightWings and EbonWings, two of his best guards flanking him. Shadowfire, the male with scales as dark as shadows, and eyes the colour of burning embers; that was where the “fire” part of his name came from. And Raelyn, a cunning female with eyes the same black as her scales; she was skilled at moving around in shadows unnoticed. Both were scanning their surroundings with vigilant eyes, looking for all the world as if they were going to be attacked at any moment. Soon, the dragon he had been summoned by, Nerokius, came into sight, and Karma flicked his tail, a gesture for the two dragons flanking him to stop. Nerokius was standing next to Vesanus, and whispering something into his ear, but stopped just as he saw Karma. Then gave him an order: to make sure that the building was well guarded.

“I want both of you to fetch Grymyrr, Astara, Umbra, and five others of your pick. Then take to the skies, as Duke Nerokius has commanded, and make sure that this building is well watched. Report to me every half hour. Should you fail to do so…” There was a gleam in Karma’s eyes as he trailed off, and neither Shadowfire nor Raelyn needed him to finish to know what he was going to do. The pair of shadow-like dragons gave him a salute, and slinked off, their movements almost in perfect synchronisation. Karma gave them one last glance before turning his back on them, marching off to check on the guards surrounding the building. He caught two slacking, and both were warned with a warning and a sadistic smile, which promised more than just a warning if they were ever caught slacking again.

Afterwards he returned to his spot. Perched on a gargoyle decorating a balcony two floors above the main doors, he watched the continuous stream of EbonWings and NightWings, occasionally shifting a little to avoid muscle cramps. He tucked his wings in and curled his tail around a haunch as he slid his gaze to the three other shadows on their assigned gargoyles, all of whom standing so still that Karma would have thought no one was there if it were not for the fact that he was the one who assigned them to stand guard there in the first place. Good. None of them was slacking, much unlike the two he’d caught downstairs. Wingbeats drew his gaze back to the sky, and saw Raelyn approaching him. She perched on the balcony next to him, and gave him a quick report.

Apparently nothing suspicious was seen, and no other dragons besides Raelyn and a few other members of the Eclipse Guards roamed the sky. Karma dismissed Raelyn with a nod, and soon he was left staring at the constant stream of dragons flooding into the building. He couldn't help but wonder how long he would be staying here.

//Also a late post! Sorry! I'll pretend Luna was there the whole time xD//

Lunara followed Tenebris into the Grand Hall of The Throne Room, trying to look as dignified as possible as she strode past the NightWings and EbonWings clustered in the massive room. Dignified on the outside, but shaking badly on the inside; there were so many dragons! Lunara had not had a problem with speaking to others, but she had a major problem when it came to making speeches. Which she would undoubtedly be expected to do, as Tenebris's mate. Or maybe Queen, since Tenebris was the King... She swallowed hard, and hurried her pace to catch up with Tenebris, trying not to let her worry show as they passed the dragons, whose curious stares followed this odd dragon who was walking with their Archon. Then Tenebris stopped at the raised dais, turning to face all the dragons in the room, and Luna mimicked his actions.

Like Tenebris, her gaze travelled around the room as she took in the splendor of the room, and she couldn't help but marvel at the structure of the Throne Room despite her anxiety. The ceiling, held up with tall pillars at each corner of the rectangular room, disappeared into the darkness and Luna couldn't see its top even when she squinted. She drew her gaze back to the other dragons in the room - or rather, Tenebris's people - and swallowed again, reaching a claw up to fidget with the annoying cloth fastened onto her. She'd wanted to not wear anything, but it would be odd for the EbonWings and NightWings to have two dragons standing on the dais, both so different from each other: one adorned with jewels and cloaked with flowing robes, and one bare. Thus she had picked a garb similar to Tenebris's at random, and it happened to fit her. And Tenebris's servants...they had also insisted on her wearing some jewelry.

So now she stood here, with a purple garb pinned over her shoulder like some kind of cape, which kept getting in her way, and a necklace dangling around a neck. It was beautiful, a silver necklace, with a gleaming crescent moon in the middle. She hated to admit it, but when she'd looked in the mirror, she didn't look too bad. And if she were to be honest, she liked the garb, which was so dark a purple that it was almost black; it was also dotted with white spots, and it resembled the night sky. But it didn't stop her from thinking that the garb was irritating as well. She kept stepping on it, and had nearly fallen three times on their way here; it also tickled her body, and it was agony not to scratch her back. Lunara stopped herself from fingering the irritating garb just in time, and firmly planted her paw on the polished marble floor again, the shining golden bangles around her paw clinking. Raised voices drew her gaze to a dragon, who stood near Tenebris. What was his name? Nero-something, if she recalled correctly. Duke of Saelcum was his position. And Vesanus...Lord of Servants? Or Slavery? She couldn't help but break out in cold sweat. If she couldn't remember the high rankers' names and titles, how was she to survive as a Queen?

Vesanus kept his gaze forward, locked onto his father, except for the odd glance at the rest of those present until Nerokius leaned in to whisper something to him that stole the smaller Ebonwings attention for a short amount of time. Vesanus couldn't help but smirk at the 'request' that Nerokius had asked of him, and grinned in his usual almost sadisitic manner, about to reply to the the Duke. However, by the time Vesanus had opened his maw to communicate, Nerokius had already begun to move away.

His arrogance will be his downfall sooner or later ...

Vesanus almost let out a sigh, awaiting the return of the two dragons that he had tasked with a patrol of the area. They were late with a report. It had been twelve and a half minutes, two and a half overdue. Perhaps something had happened to them? Perhaps ...

As Vesanus's mind became entwined with the possibility of their demise, and some rival to his father perhaps taking this as a chance to assassinate the Archon, the two  Ebonwings made their way over to Vesanus and stood in formation  with one at either side. The elder of the two, leaned in and informed Vesanus that nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. With a brief nod, and new commands, the two Ebonwings accompanying Vesanus moved to filter themselves within the civilians and the former royal guardsmen.

With a smug smile Vesanus moved his attention back to his father and ...

Lunara ...