The World Eater
The Battle within the Bastion of Ren was difficult. Kyrel's worst fears were realized. His comrades, his brothers and sisters openly fought against each other. Kyrel forcibly trying to seize control of the Ren. He had fought viciously with those who dared tried to challenge him. He was trying to do what was best for the Order in Sieger's absence. The duel within the Supreme Leader's throne room lasted for perhaps several hours, and it did not come to an end until the Eighth Guard had received a vision in the Force. Recognizing that infighting was not right. That the Ren should work together through the trying times. But for Kyrel it was not about fame, it was not about glory, it was not about ego. He cared not for such ridiculous notions. All he cared for was to make sure the Ren was able to survive. To thrive even without the help of the Supreme Leader.
Kyrel would do just that, but not for himself. Power was meaningless. Not when a way of life was in jeaprady of being extinct. The former Enforcer of Ren could not afford to let his fellow siblings in darkness down. But now was not the time for the stresses of trying to manage the Ren. Now was the time for celebration, to a new beginning. He had decided to raise his glass of wine up. Music played silently in the background as Kyrel spoke with pride in his tone "I know we have dealt with rough times. The loss of the one we serve has been a shock to us all. We have all suffered greatly without Sieger's guidance. We had been forced like animals to fight each other, and while yes I apologize for my actions. But I assure you, I do not wish to take his place. I do not wish to rule over the First Order. I only wish to help my Brothers and Sisters. And one day I assure you we will find Sieger and bring him home. One day we will rise anew. But only through together can we do it." He paused for a moment as he looked to everyone. From the Praetorian, to the Disciple that dared to challenge him. He held no ill will as it was a traumatic time for everyone. Of course, now he had hoped for it all to be in the distant past. Now was for the time of coming together, of celebration. Not in hopes to gain power, but to gain the trust of his comrades and to show that by together they can conquer and make it through anything.
The great hall was lit with candles and lights. Music played of course, as the Ren could dance if they wished. For there were often rarely any celebration. And Kyrel thought from his numerous experiences attending First Order balls. The Ren could use that type of atmosphere to mend wounds and to come together. "Now please, let us drink, eat, dance. Be merry." He said raising his glass in a toast as he took a sip drinking. Before walking down the stones to join in on the fun hoping to converse with his fellow Ren. It was all about developing their personal connections with each other. As developing a strong bond with each other, would promote that they would never fall in battle. Together they would conquer anything. And as Kyrel went to converse with whoever would join him, softly sipping his drink. He couldn't help but think highly for the future.
[member="Primat Ren"] [member="Racosidae"] [member="Eighth Guard"] [member="Marriskcal Lati"] [member="Varas Ren"] [member="Doran Ren"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"]
Kyrel would do just that, but not for himself. Power was meaningless. Not when a way of life was in jeaprady of being extinct. The former Enforcer of Ren could not afford to let his fellow siblings in darkness down. But now was not the time for the stresses of trying to manage the Ren. Now was the time for celebration, to a new beginning. He had decided to raise his glass of wine up. Music played silently in the background as Kyrel spoke with pride in his tone "I know we have dealt with rough times. The loss of the one we serve has been a shock to us all. We have all suffered greatly without Sieger's guidance. We had been forced like animals to fight each other, and while yes I apologize for my actions. But I assure you, I do not wish to take his place. I do not wish to rule over the First Order. I only wish to help my Brothers and Sisters. And one day I assure you we will find Sieger and bring him home. One day we will rise anew. But only through together can we do it." He paused for a moment as he looked to everyone. From the Praetorian, to the Disciple that dared to challenge him. He held no ill will as it was a traumatic time for everyone. Of course, now he had hoped for it all to be in the distant past. Now was for the time of coming together, of celebration. Not in hopes to gain power, but to gain the trust of his comrades and to show that by together they can conquer and make it through anything.
The great hall was lit with candles and lights. Music played of course, as the Ren could dance if they wished. For there were often rarely any celebration. And Kyrel thought from his numerous experiences attending First Order balls. The Ren could use that type of atmosphere to mend wounds and to come together. "Now please, let us drink, eat, dance. Be merry." He said raising his glass in a toast as he took a sip drinking. Before walking down the stones to join in on the fun hoping to converse with his fellow Ren. It was all about developing their personal connections with each other. As developing a strong bond with each other, would promote that they would never fall in battle. Together they would conquer anything. And as Kyrel went to converse with whoever would join him, softly sipping his drink. He couldn't help but think highly for the future.
[member="Primat Ren"] [member="Racosidae"] [member="Eighth Guard"] [member="Marriskcal Lati"] [member="Varas Ren"] [member="Doran Ren"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"]