Ughad
Character
The sky was beautiful that day, not fitting for the occasion. Everything was off. Bright, blue, cloudless skies overhead, and yet, fields of black attire and Military uniforms. Today was a day of mourning. For merely weeks before, a great leader had been tossed into the void many years too early. The crowds stretched from one side of Bastion to the grand Royal Palace.
He had personally tortured Gulandi soldiers into complete submission to the Primeval's rule, he had trained them to be ruthless and unerring commanders. Anja was different though. He was an adult when she was born into the noble Aj'Rou family. He studied her progress during his time as an officer. He had watched rise to the title of Host Lord itself, the highest title that could be given in their then small system of planets. It came as a great shock to he when he heard the news.
"The Host Lord is dead."
It was unbelievable. For she was the harbinger of the gods. Could their will truly be over? Could the time for the Primeval to once again retreat into the outer fringes of the galaxy be there once again? It was usually not this way. For the other Host Lords, they had lived decades, but were too prideful to notice their shortcomings and expand. Anja, on the other hand, was clever, and the Primeval had expanded as never before, conquering a large swathe. And then this. Who would take up the call to carry the Primeval into a new day?
OOC: (oh ffs. I didn't change the title to "Unto a New Dawn" I am a scrub)
He had personally tortured Gulandi soldiers into complete submission to the Primeval's rule, he had trained them to be ruthless and unerring commanders. Anja was different though. He was an adult when she was born into the noble Aj'Rou family. He studied her progress during his time as an officer. He had watched rise to the title of Host Lord itself, the highest title that could be given in their then small system of planets. It came as a great shock to he when he heard the news.
"The Host Lord is dead."
It was unbelievable. For she was the harbinger of the gods. Could their will truly be over? Could the time for the Primeval to once again retreat into the outer fringes of the galaxy be there once again? It was usually not this way. For the other Host Lords, they had lived decades, but were too prideful to notice their shortcomings and expand. Anja, on the other hand, was clever, and the Primeval had expanded as never before, conquering a large swathe. And then this. Who would take up the call to carry the Primeval into a new day?
OOC: (oh ffs. I didn't change the title to "Unto a New Dawn" I am a scrub)