M A X E N C E FOR KING AND COUNTRY
This land would stand not as a wasteland nor no-man's-land any longer. This was Solterra, a land yet to be christened by the demolition of hoof and quake of battle; why it stood so alone, timid, naked and baptised by fire was a mystery to many. Clarity was as present as snow over the Mors and Madness was as great as there were grains of sand upon its ridiculous expanse, and while in other courts they bimbled and lashed at each other's jugulars, the people of Solterra remained scattered. From the beating coast to the very edges of the continent they had fallen like leaves off an oak. But not after the sun set on this day. Maxence had grown tired of passing worthy warriors on the dunes and nodding from afar, wishing that the banner they should be uniting underneath had not been buried under what seemed like a century of sand. Solterra, The Day Court, even Solis - they all seemed so dead. And that was exactly why it had struck the commander to revive them. With no sovereign to rally the remnants of the so-called nation, Maxence would take temporary measures. To the Day Court he had romped, chest puffed and confident and adorned in leather and the skins of a bear and a lion - the uniform of a commander, a chief, the leader. The ruins of a former republic had called to him as the place to begin the next one (The acoustics also weren't too shabby) and as he clambered upon one of the lower-standing turrets to overlook the lay of the land below, it was only then that the thunder and brontide erupted from the commander. First it came in a stomp, one executed with a loud THWACK! of his right hoof against the stone beneath and secondly, a great bellowing nicker to the heavens - one with the plot to summon all near-by (or in the land if it reached that far) to heed his summoning. The stallion waited, watching with a grim snarl upon his chops as he waited anxiously for someone (anyone) to attend. Someone had to be listening, he knew at least one must be, so without even waiting to see if anyone had approached he began his plea. "HARK!" Maxence had bellowed for all the kingdom to hear. "This land is dust, it is ash! While those sons-of-whores in Delumine lay in poppy fields we wade across the most merciless terrain on the continent, and while the flute-players in bleeding Terrastella watch their sunsets we toil 'neath the blazing sun!-" The growling paused, the man it came from silencing to instead mutter the sentence he spoke next. "-Only Solis knows what those wankers do in Denocte..." "Only we are fit for the protection of Solis. Only we can unite this soulless land!" |
(this is NOT a compulsory meeting, that will happen soon!)
Maxence has taken action and wishes to unite the sovereign-less Solterra!
