Post by Blake Oleander on Jun 7, 2018 15:56:20 GMT -8
The battle would be within the day. And Blake had all of his people gathered before him. Brill, Sai, and Diana standing at the front. His most trusted advisors and partners. He couldn't imagine what he was about to do without them. Without any of them. But he trusted Virgil, but more than that, there was a lot at stake for them today. Today their home would be attacked by a force unlike any that they had ever known. Even if most of them had not been destroyed earlier, the size of the force they faced would have dwarfed them. People would die today, and he may be among them, but he had a chance to do more than save their lives today. He could save the soul of their home. Only it meant giving them an order he knew they would not agree with, and it meant speaking in front of his people as a whole.
Beatrice floated behind him, giving him a calm presence of mind as she filled him with confidence and his words would sound sweeter. It was the least he could do to make this pill less bitter for them.
"Soon the enemy will be at our doorstep and the fight for our home will resume once more. The homes we have begun to rebuild, the lives we have picked up after having them snatched from us. Our people have always faced dark times, we have stared death in the face every day of my whole life. We are warriors, proud and strong. And I hold every one of you in the highest regard. It is my honor to serve you as your Elder. It is my privilege to give my life for you, and I would give it a thousand times over. "
He would walk back and forth in front of the group of forty people gathered for his speech. It may not be the grandest of speeches of gatherings for a leader in this world. But he would take these forty people over thousands from another land. These were his people.
"I do not doubt the bravery in any of your hearts, nor do I doubt your skills. But today the fight we face is not one I can allow you to fight. Today we fight for more than our homes, we fight for the soul of our people. We fight against a foe who far surpasses anything we have ever faced before. And that is why I must send all of you away. Every last one of you. Because it is not our houses I wish to protect, it is not our trade or our resources. But the very soul of our people. Our way of life. Our memories. I want the memory of Cyrus proposing to Miley to live on. I want to know that Yennifer will give birth to her child. I want to see Brill reach his potential as a warrior and as a man. And I want every one of you to carry on with the memories and traditions you hold in your heart. Everything we have here can be rebuilt, but you can not. And I can not allow even a chance of our soul and history being snuffed out. And so I will stand as the buffer between you and the storm that wishes to sweep us away. I beg you to trust me to protect you just as I trust you to fulfill my greatest desire. To live, and to continue to find happiness and prosperity in this world. Because without you, all of you. There is no world worth living in."
He'd turn his back to them and start walking toward where the gathering armies were forming up. Stopping a few steps later to turn and face his people once more.
"Brill. Sai. Diana. I am trusting you to see everyone, including yourselves to safety. The soul of 63 must live, no matter the cost. I will see you all again, this storm will pass."
He would place his hand over his heart and bow before his people, deeply. A sign of his love, his respect, and possibly his final goodbye. And with that he would make his way to the front line, where his destiny awaited.
/end.
Beatrice floated behind him, giving him a calm presence of mind as she filled him with confidence and his words would sound sweeter. It was the least he could do to make this pill less bitter for them.
"Soon the enemy will be at our doorstep and the fight for our home will resume once more. The homes we have begun to rebuild, the lives we have picked up after having them snatched from us. Our people have always faced dark times, we have stared death in the face every day of my whole life. We are warriors, proud and strong. And I hold every one of you in the highest regard. It is my honor to serve you as your Elder. It is my privilege to give my life for you, and I would give it a thousand times over. "
He would walk back and forth in front of the group of forty people gathered for his speech. It may not be the grandest of speeches of gatherings for a leader in this world. But he would take these forty people over thousands from another land. These were his people.
"I do not doubt the bravery in any of your hearts, nor do I doubt your skills. But today the fight we face is not one I can allow you to fight. Today we fight for more than our homes, we fight for the soul of our people. We fight against a foe who far surpasses anything we have ever faced before. And that is why I must send all of you away. Every last one of you. Because it is not our houses I wish to protect, it is not our trade or our resources. But the very soul of our people. Our way of life. Our memories. I want the memory of Cyrus proposing to Miley to live on. I want to know that Yennifer will give birth to her child. I want to see Brill reach his potential as a warrior and as a man. And I want every one of you to carry on with the memories and traditions you hold in your heart. Everything we have here can be rebuilt, but you can not. And I can not allow even a chance of our soul and history being snuffed out. And so I will stand as the buffer between you and the storm that wishes to sweep us away. I beg you to trust me to protect you just as I trust you to fulfill my greatest desire. To live, and to continue to find happiness and prosperity in this world. Because without you, all of you. There is no world worth living in."
He'd turn his back to them and start walking toward where the gathering armies were forming up. Stopping a few steps later to turn and face his people once more.
"Brill. Sai. Diana. I am trusting you to see everyone, including yourselves to safety. The soul of 63 must live, no matter the cost. I will see you all again, this storm will pass."
He would place his hand over his heart and bow before his people, deeply. A sign of his love, his respect, and possibly his final goodbye. And with that he would make his way to the front line, where his destiny awaited.
/end.