Dominion &nbsp; The Bryn&#039;adûl | Dominion of Malagarr

Primarch Drek'ma | Drekarys Kel |

Osam

Leaning down into a heavy crouch, Fomoris grabbed a clawed handful of some of the dirt beneath their feet, his breath kicking it up into a cloud that drifted back to the ground.

This world remembers, it knows that we are not it’s kin but it’s owners, not born to walk its surface as it’s spawn but to hold its yoke like master. Good....

Fiery eyes swept across at the proceedings, measuring and estimating all those present. The heated tang of oils mingled with the spiced aromas of aggression and it was by their Chieftains will alone that they had not come to blows already by his estimation.

At the insult to the Brutes, a deep rumbling laugh grew within his breast, an accompanying grin of tusks breaking out with it as Fomoris leered at the Aeravalin who dared.

Insults, slurs, childish name calling, these are the tools of the weak. Those with the strength, Do. Those with without plead and hide their inaptitude behind veils of deceit and falsehood. If this new group wishes to exist, they should step forth and match any challenge and the proof of their legitimacy will be tallied in blood and flesh.

As Galak spoke his piece, Fomoris continued his look around the room, looking upon all those present in turn as the proceedings continued. While, in his opinion, the inevitable demand for a duel, whether it be for honour or legitimacy, was coming, the assembled were content to continue to discuss amongst themselves. And so he awaited, whether to step forward and give his own account or to bleed for his beliefs. Such was the life of a Bae’durin, and it was the only life he would ever choose.

Primarch Drek'ma · Apr 18, 2020

Post: Four
Objective: Proceedings
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Tathra Khaeus | Drekarys Kel |

Osam |

Galak |

The Primarch sat back in his chair, hand coming to his metal-plastered chin as he thought on the comments of the Brutes and his kin. Galak had come so very far, from a grunt among Brutes to a Marauder who spoke equal parts on behalf of some of the finest Baedurin Warriors in the 10th Regiment & the Chieftain of the Bryn'adûl as well. His weight was a heavy one, but a burden well measured in careful words.

"Marauder Galak speaks well, I would trust his judgement before the mewling insults of my weaker kin."

The Primarch bent over the left side of his seat, speaking to the Beast Master opposite him to confer. It seemed as though the Shamans were in concordance with the Marauders, regardless of the explosive comments made by one of the delegates.

Hrajlmak'Natok · Apr 20, 2020

Objective: Hi, welcome to my TED talk
Post: 3
Tags:

Hraelga Nacht /

Osam /

Tathra Khaeus / Drekarys Kel /

Fomoris

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Prejudice reared its head in the court. Hrajlmak's eyes shifted to the outcry of one Shaman, his indifferent demeanor shifting to a slight surprise. When the Shaman was silenced and Galak's words spoken, Hrajlmak bowed his head respectfully toward the General-turned-Marauder just as he had to Hraelga. It seemed the opinion of the court was mostly positive save for the disgruntled glances Hrajlmak caught eyes with. He shifted his weight off his staff and stepped forward, closer in the direction of the high brass, that of the Primarch and Chieftain. Drek'ma's words rung in Hrajlmak's head.

"I respect Marauder Galak and Marauder Hraelga's words. The Warlock caste will add a needed momentum to this conquest of weakness. It should be the opinion of the court that, by melding the ferocity of the Baedurin" Hrajlmak gestured toward the Baedurin present, "with the mental prowess of the Aeravalin" he gestured to the shamans, "I can produce a force capable of shattering even the most powerful Jedi army". Hrajlmak habitually bared his teeth briefly and returned to leaning somewhat on his staff.

Primal Architect · Apr 21, 2020

Throughout the council, it seemed as though all seven of its primary members were in accordance; a small grouping of a whispered chattered seemed to travel throughout the room. The Primarch, Hierarch of the Seers, Chieftain, Marauders of the Barricas, Shamans and the Courts all voted. Their concordance was one through the force imbued stones embedded with the palm rests of each seat, a telepathic link between each allowed and agreement to be met with the corridors of their minds before being brought forth to the attending public.

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Galak |

Fomoris | Drekarys Kel |

Osam |

Tathra Khaeus · Apr 21, 2020

Post: Four
Objective - Oversee proceedings
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Galak |

Fomoris |

Osam |

Primarch Drek'ma

The converging of their minds was always just, so much. The Primarch, the Hierarch and all the others. All those thoughts, opinions, intellects, thrust into one swirling pit. It was always nauseating at first, Tathra rested against his elbow, eyes glazing over the details of the Council Chamber from his position in the Conquester.

He'd almost forgotten he wasn't actually there, it became tricky to know. His presence brought the same effect to the crowds even from light-years away, that fed his arrogance a great deal. It almost made the migraines worth it. Regardless, it seemed as though the Primarch and Hierarch had convinced the others.

This 'warlock' would be given the opportunity to prove himself, and it would be his only chance.

"It is decided. Hrajlmak Natok, you are the First Warlock. Any of your Shaman kin who wish so can join your ranks. With yours and the Primarchs approval of the decision."

Tathra reclined slightly, resting his mind.

Hrajlmak'Natok · Apr 21, 2020

Objective: Hi, welcome to my TED talk
Post: 4
Tags:

Hraelga Nacht /

Osam /

Tathra Khaeus / Drekarys Kel /

Fomoris

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"It is decided".

The towering holographic figure spoke his approval. Hrajlmak thrust his fist to his chest and bowed to the court. At the apex of his bow, he grinned broadly to himself. When he returned to a straight posture, his demeanor was of pleasant nothing. "I thank the court" his gutteral voice echoed to the top of the audience. With that, Hrajlmak strode from the Chieftain's view, leaving the floor unattended.

Galak · Apr 21, 2020

OBJECTIVE - Participate in the Proceedings
Post: Four
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Osam |

Tathra Khaeus

The Marauder grinned, an approving nod came from Galak as the decision was made. He knew the Chieftain and the Ish'makra would make the right decision. Galak would descend alongside the newly made Warlock.

"First Warlock, nice title."

The Marauder took his place standing alongside the Warlock, arms hanging by his sides as his eyes perused the contents of the Ish'makra Chamber. It was hard to get a read on any of them, especially the Primarch. That strange, unblinking stare always gave him the chills. No wonder Hrajlmak had found it difficult to say anything in opposition of the Shamans. Though, even still it did not excuse the blunder he had caused for himself.

"Let us hope you live up to it."

Primarch Drek'ma · Apr 21, 2020

Post: Five
Objective: Proceedings
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Galak | Drekarys Kel |

Osam |

The Primarch remained silent as the proceedings went on underneath the cloak of telepathy, points were raised for either decision but ultimately all concurred that the best coarse of action was to sanction the creation of the Warlocks officially, or they would simply continue to grow among the ranks of the Shamans.

Ultimately as always, it came down to the Titan himself who spoke on their behalf. The Primarch exhaled lowly and quietly, a exhale of relief as he was glad this thorn had been removed from his side.

However these proceedings were not over yet, and Marauder Nacht had a interesting proposal. The Primarch was aware of the creation of more formidable Sraelvun, those born of kinship between Baedurin and Aeravalin were typically somewhere between Baedurin and Sraelvun in likeness and ability. Perhaps there was something to the proposal, but that was not solely his decision. Though he was in earnest, in support of it.

"Onto the next matter at hand, sire?"

Tathra Khaeus · Apr 22, 2020

Post: Five
Objective - Oversee proceedings
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Galak | Drekarys Kel |

Osam |

Tathra nodded in response to the Primarch's suggestion, his focus taken from the pains of his mind to the situation at hand at the beck and call of his people. The Titan unconsciously groaned as he stretched his shoulders, sitting forward to find the crimson and brimstone coloured Marauder among the crowds.

It didn't take long to find her, the opaque aureate eyes fell sternly on her but remained neutral as they shifted throughout the crowd; if he was physically there it would have been easier to read the room. But the Seers had called him to the edges of the Honoghr system for a reason, no doubt a valid one. They were waiting for the evacuation efforts to begin, there was no sign of them as of yet.

But it wouldn't be long before they arrived, and now that Hrajlmak had been made Warlock. He would be called upon alongside some of the others present at Malagarr.

"Marauder Nacht, come forward."

Primal Architect · Apr 22, 2020

The Ish'makra chambers were almost immediately filled with discourse at the mention of the Marauder Hraelga. Her actions had spread like wildfire since Maldra and many Baedurin saw her as a belligerent traitor to her own race. However, many were also cautiously interested in the proposal of the hybrid Sraelvun and the future of the off-springs of the Baedurin and Aeravalin.

Hraelga would find that she was not alone in her appraisal of Osam in particular and the future of the Sraelvun of that quality. Distrust and interest filled the air with equal quantity as all eyes fell on the Marauder and the Sraelvun. However with the Chieftain's threat issued, it was unlikely any would dare speak out.

The incident with Galak had broken the ice and now the stage was set for proper deduction of the Drones worth.

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Galak |

Osam |

Hraelga Nacht · Apr 22, 2020

Location: Malagarr
Objective: Participate in the proceedings
Post: 4

She was slightly annoyed by the looks she got from so many among those who were witnessing the preceedings, anywhere from shamans to brutes, all either looked at her with disdain, disgust, distrust or pure hatred. Though sh knew she wasn't the most well-liked marauder, she didn't care, but the fact that that same kind of look came from those in higher ranks, members of the Drael she had never heard nor seen before, made her quite... annoyed with the whole situation. She wanted to lash out, rip out the eyes of those who dared to look at her with such contempt, but Hraelga reckoned that it would be for nought, word had spread and it seemed most of her kin were so disgustingly gullible that somewhere deep within her, there had already been planted a seed of hatred and contempt towards her own kind.

"Marauder Nacht, come forward."

The deep, booming voice of the Creator pulled her back to reality, grabbing her by the back of the neck as a little, obedient welp if it were. With a salute, the Mrauder moved forward through the somewhat shifting crowd, to take her own place at the stand again, ready to have the members of the Ish'makra and the Primarch hear her proposal alongside the presence of Tathra himself. Though she had hoped to see wether or not

Osam was present among the crowd, she gave up after she was called, crossing her fingers that she might have just not noticed his smaller frame among the hulking beasts.

"Sire, honoured elders...what I wish to propose, might in all sense and thought, sound even more extreme than just granting those of the shaman class the ability to defend themselves," Tapping the side of her head with one of the clawed fingers of her right hand, Hraelga made a clacking sound with her tongue to draw attention. "Generally one would say that all a drone, all the sraelvun need is numbers. They are thought to be primitive offshoots, incapable of complex thought and any tactical or logic insight in any situation. However, recently I have witnessed that among those of the lower classes, there are those who possess the intellect to reason, to think logically and strategically, yet due to their class these traits are generally overlooked."

Turning her head for amoment, she tried to see if she could spot any sraelvun or drone present in the crowd, though primarily Osam was the one she hoped to spot. "Should we not utilize this discovery to our advantage? As she couldn't spot the drone she was looking for, Hraelga continued. "They are generally smaller of frame and weaker physically, but if we could nurture the intellect found within those few, we could not just increase the efficiency among the drones, but we could utilize the strengths the sraelvun possess and turn it into our benefit. They are a perfect addition to our core, if we are willing to use their lithe frames, their agility and their cunning. I propose that we seek out those among them with higher intellect and allow them at the very least the basics of the Zealot's teachings, to turn them from mere grunts, mere drones, into hunters...pack hunters with coordination, tactical skill and cunning ruthlessness."

Galak |

Kad |

Osam |

Hrajlmak'Natok

Galak · Apr 22, 2020

OBJECTIVE - Participate in the Proceedings
Post: Five
Tags:

Osam |

Tathra Khaeus |

The Brute Marauder's arms were instinctively folded, watching as Hraelga moved to the center stage to no doubt speak her piece. The Brute remained silent, but watched with intent as his fellow Marauder put forward a proposal that would no doubt send a ripple through the Ish'makra. Her description of the creation of the Warlocks was a... crude and ignorant summarisation but that wasn't what they were here to listen to.

Galak pulled at his biceps with either adjacent hand, his right thumb running over the curve of his bicep-mounted armour as he watched and listened. It was in fact to his surprise that the Marauders argument for the creation of a more advanced class of Drone was indeed a convincing one. Galak had seen Osam in the field, never up close but often enough to know that the hybrid was capable of more.

He didn't believe he of all Baedurin was affirming it but he believed Hraelga to be right.

Osam · Apr 23, 2020

Objective: Survive
Post 1

Observing from one of the gentler corners of the crowd sat what was almost certainly the only Sraelvun drone within the confines of the Ish'makra. He had waited patiently and silently whilst proceedings had gone on which had lesser relevance to himself. When some in the crowd had shouted, he had remained quiet. When some in the crowd and fumed or cheered or stamped their feet in defiance or approval, he had remained still as if though he were carved of marble. In truth, this situation was a far-cry from the normal social scenarios that the Sraelvun tended to attend, far more formal and dignified even than any of the tribal gatherings and arrangements that were made between the various verminous bands of dronekind.

To be able to view such powerful members of the Bryn'adul too was an honor even for the typical Baedurin or Aeravalin, and thus was doubly so for the Sraelvun Major. His eyes settled for the briefest instance upon the Ish'makra and its esteemed members, focusing particularly upon the Titan, though he didn't allow himself more than a couple of seconds of observation before he redirected his attention to less interesting portions of the facility for fear he might breach some taboo he was unaware of and condemn himself in the process.

Despite his anxiety, however, he knew that the proceedings taking place here would forever change the course of his life. Either he would remain little more than fodder for his superiors, or he would be allowed to grow beyond the impositions that had been set upon Sraelvun from the beginning. To break the mold was a glory he sought with ecstatic fervor, but in these moments when he knew he ought to simply observe patiently that same sort of energy did little to benefit him.

Suckling in a breath, and lodging it within his chest he recognized that the statements from Hraelga about his kindred ought to be accompanied with his own arrival. If they spoke to one another about the benefits of the Sraelvun, it would be beneficial to have one available to question about the subject matter, wouldn't it? Would they be offended if he made such a bold step? Was the basis of the race not that strength should be admired and boldness should be rewarded?

With the sort of light step usually reserved for those who clear landmines, the Major moved towards the front of the crowd... and then another step, and another. He wouldn't present himself to the Ish'makra in the same fashion as the Marauder Hraelga had, because it was her time to shine and to speak and convince, but he would at least make his own presence known in support and solidarity with her vision. Standing well within vision of most attendants, the Sraelvun paused, his eyes locking upon the familiar ally in the room as she delivered her speech.

Galak |

Kad

Hrajlmak'Natok · Apr 23, 2020

Objective: Hi, welcome to my TED talk
Post: 5
Tags:

Hraelga Nacht /

Osam /

Tathra Khaeus / Drekarys Kel /

Fomoris /

Galak

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Hrajlmak left the eyes of the Ish'makra joined by Galak. A prime Marauder in Hrajlmak's opinion, he was silent to Galak's comments until they had come to a halt. Hrajlmak placed his staff on his right side and leaned on it. "If I don't 'live up to it', as you say.." Hrajlmak's eyes rested on the Primarch, "I won't live at all". His attention shifted to the podium where Hraelga now stood, voicing her own proposal. It was an interesting one indeed. Contemplating, Hrajlmak thought back to Glottal. A pleasant memory, tainted by the injury to his calf he now suffered. Among the unit he found himself in at the backend of the fight there was the smell of Aeravalin among the Sraelvun breaching group. When Osam stepped into visibility, Hrajlmak's brow furrowed. He leaned closer to Galak, "That one there. Know him? His mind isn't nearly as simple as the other infantry. And he smells of similar blood."

Primarch Drek'ma · Apr 23, 2020

Post: Six
Objective: Proceedings
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Galak |

Osam | Drekarys Kel |

Hrajlmak'Natok |

The Primarch sat forward slightly when the Sraelvun approached, he did not agree with the Marauder as an individual however he did not suspect her of such villainy as perhaps others did. Her words spoke true, some wisdom perhaps gained from the stern exchanges with the Chieftain himself

The Primarch watched the movements of the Drone with unblinking precision, yellow eyes watched the timid shifts of the Drone.

"I believe there is credence to the Marauders words. However I would wish to observe the Risen-Srael for myself." The Shaman watched intently as the Ish'makra seemed to discuss among themselves.

"Come forward, Osam of the Sraelvun."

Galak · Apr 23, 2020

OBJECTIVE - Participate in the Proceedings
Post: Six
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Osam |

Tathra Khaeus |

Galak snorted in response to the First Warlocks response, it was blunt but true. If Hrajlmak made the Primarch regret his decision, Galak would not be surprised if Drek'ma made Hrajl regret that it too. It was a precarious position to be in, but that was the sacrifice they made to serve such a grand crusade. It was a gift to live in precarious times, to be entrusted with such nobility and independence among such uncertain times.

When the Warlock leaned closer, Galak listened to his question; "Its because he's a hybrid. A half-blood, I've seen a few others like him. Miniature Baedurin."

Primal Architect · Apr 23, 2020

None could argue with the logic of the proposal, there had been recorded reports of the differences between Baedruin and Aeravalin hybrids and Sraelvun. They were close in size and aesthetic however the genetics were more diverse. Baedurin genetics were dominant in all cases, the Sraelvun such as Osam were like diminutive ancestors of Baedurin.

Discussion moved through the audience, wondering perhaps why this had not been touched on sooner. Questions were asked, discussions had. Namely towards their scientists and genetic mutagen experts, why had this not been brought before the Ish'makra before.?

The overarching answer was that no grand difference was visible among the two variants of Sraelvun. Until now, it seemed.

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Osam |

Galak | Drekarys Kel /

Tathra Khaeus · Apr 23, 2020

Post: Six
Objective - Oversee proceedings
Tags -

Osam | Drekarys Kel |

Galak |

Tathra listened to Hraelga as he would to any other proposal. The hybrid's of the Sraelvun were indeed something that had been overlooked in the Crusade against their foes. The Titan could admit when he had overlooked something, it was their way to identify weakness and amend it as much as they could.

"I agree, Primarch. The Risen-Srael have gone without a proper look. I can admit this, this is our way. For that, I apologise to those of higher genetic value than the fodder of the Sraelvun. Those who have gone without the proper tools to achieve their ultimate purpose!"

Even if perhaps he was not there, Tathra would honour their tenants and show his loyalty to them. Even he was capable of being wrong, of being ignorant of something. But he would also show them all that this was something to hide from.

"It was indeed, my error. But I face that here and now. We are Draelvasier! We do not cower from error. We conquer it!"

A cry of approval rushed over a vast majority of the occupants, including the entirety of the Seers. His eyes fell on the Hierarch as he simply nodded. The aureate eyes of the Titan blinked flippantly in response but both knew it was an acknowledgement. When the Drone Osam would come forward, Tathra would stand to observe the Risen-Srael.

"Speak to us, Osam of the Risen."

Osam · Apr 23, 2020

Objective: Conquer Speech Impediments
Post 2

Galak | Drekarys Kel

Osam had stepped forward fully recognizing that he would be seen by the grandiose and powerful members of the Ish'makra. He had known that it would be important for him to demonstrate his presence in order to promote the ideologies being shared by Marauder Hraelga and demonstrate that he was a specimen intended for future growth. There had been a great deal of anxiety involved in making the motion, but it had been accomplished with the understanding that he needed to do little more, perhaps answer a yes or no question if it was raised or briefly dictate his name and station to the group. He had rehearsed such answers in his head. Such questions were not asked.

Instead of what had been a token demonstration of presence, he had been acknowledged by members of the crowd with vocalizations made about his genetic makeup. Furthermore, he had been seen by a powerful Primarch and summoned forward by name. Were it not for the inner Sraelvun still in him that compelled him to obedience in the presence of such superiors, he might've frozen completely in shock. Thankfully, his feet were faster than his ailing mind and he strode forward to stand beside Marauder Hraelga, nodding to her in brief greeting as he stood.

The greatest surprise came when the creator, the almighty Titan himself requested not only that Osam stand before the group, but that he appeal his case to them directly, to speak. Osam felt his neck move downward in a nod, but there was an uncomfortable numbness starting to spread across his features. There was a chill that ran through his hands, making him clasp his palms briefly, the claw-tipped digits finding solace in the clasp. He looked forward a moment as if contemplating something, opening his mouth and then shuttering it again.

Had it been a mistake to step forward at all? Yet... what had the Titan just acknowledged? That he had made a mistake and was he afraid to let the others see it? He was an inspiration to all of their kind from the greatest to the smallest, powerful beyond measure in their rank, and yet he had allowed himself to be humbled. If such a mighty figure could do something so brave, couldn't Osam speak for himself on what he felt?

"Wish to learn." He began, pausing to clear his throat as he found his footing. "I wish to learn as other kindred. Scraps have brought us far, but if more than scraps were given, would be stronger."

"Risen fight like Sraelvun, with Sraelvun, die with Sraelvun, but not as... badly. I know when to hit hard targets with Grenadiers, and long ones with Marksman, and when to duck and when to run. Why learn nothing more?"

He paused for another moment.

"If cup can hold water, why not fill to top instead of halfway? Marauder Hraelga offers more... what wrong with taking?"

Galak · Apr 24, 2020

OBJECTIVE - Participate in the Proceedings
Post: Seven
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