Yoru Shakou
Well-Known Member
Lanteeb
The Spire
High Council Chambers
There was still much to be done, and yet there were those many individuals that continued to flock to the Outer Rim Imperium. Many coming from those worlds of the former Lords of the Fringe, with many others reaching out from the neighboring worlds.
Order...
Law...
Structure...
They desired them, each and every single dirty word that those whom sought what they would call Freedom despised. The Outer Rim Imperium could bring such to these worlds and many more. What it needed though were those beings strong enough to take these worlds and bring Order, Law and Structure at the tip of a blade. There were many whom clamored already in an attempt of such station, for there were titles to be had, and their limited number ensured that even infighting would bring out the most powerful to ensure the future of the Imperium.
Sitting upon the highest of the Thrones, the elderly male kept his steely gaze forward, befallen upon the Chiss in his presence. Remaining in the throne, his hands gripped the heavy marble of the arm rests before he pulled himself forward, slipping out of the seat and moving down the few steps that kept it elevated above those others thrones in the room.
Moving towards the chiss, he stopped before motioning towards another throne. Looking over it before he moved around it before returning to the center of the large chamber.
"There are only a few thrones here, and each one shall hold a being that can wield their power. Are you one of those beings?"
[member="Lord Eclipsion"]