A decision was made, but it was not a decision that those of Solterra were expecting.

One by one they arrived like sheep guided by the patient hand of the shepherd… Or like lambs obliviously on their way to the slaughter. The first? Oh, the first was a fool; arrogant and unworthy, they were swept away by the hungry sands which gave the Mors its name before they could so much as utter their case.

Like a golden spectre in a whirlwind of dust did Solis appear before them, tall, imposing, and stalwart. His stare, ruby red to some, soulless black to others, seemed to pierce them where they stood, holding them frozen in place. The patron Deity of Solterra stationed himself at the base of the sandstone dias, the very air around him growing still, the pulse of the blinding sun stone thrumming with his very own heartbeat. Was Solterra not the beat of his own heart? Was the sand beneath their hooves not the blood that ran within his veins?

Three were chosen. Three in total, each offering their own strengths and weaknesses, failures and successes, but only one could be crowned Sovereign of Solterra. Only one would be the ultimate servant to his people, but which of them was ready to uphold such a task?

The decision had to be made, but it was not his to make.

To each of them Solis focused upon, staring intently, piercing the very souls within their chests and the minds within their heads. Did they truly have what it took to lead? 

“@Bexley. @Adonai. @Warbird. Come forward. A decision has been made… But it is not my favor you must obtain, but the favor of the Solterrans you wish to serve.”

_{Written by the lovely @Sparrow ♥
Please be advised out of the five characters who originally auditioned... Katherine had requested Vendetta not be in the running and Llama/Illo 
has not logged into the site in over a week, so the final three left were Warbird, Adonai, and Bexley.}