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Clive stalks through the Citadel and climbs the stairs in the Great Hall. He pauses before the doors of the Forsaken Cloister and turns to face the assembled faithful.
"Faithful of the Black Lord." "Children of Colibrus", Dead of The Lord of Bones."
"We have enjoyed order and dominion over the Valley of Sundren since the defeat of the Legion and the retreat of the city of fools."
"Sestra is ours, oppressed by Bane through the administration of the Exarch." "Soon we will possess the valley and force all to kneel in obedience."
"Well done."
"That being said, I have had reports that I find troubling."
Clive pauses for effect and with a snarl that exposes his fangs he scowls at the crowd. When enough eyes have either averted from his or meet his in challenge , he continues.
"The men of the Legion of Sundren have been driven from their comfortable homes up in the clouds ,by their wives." "You see, their own wives are embarrassed by the failure of these so called warriors of Sundren."
Uneasy laughter follows Clive's remarks as no one is sure if he is joking or not.
"These "men" of the Legion are now fearfully adventuring down to the valley of Sundren and trying to set up patrols on the roads.
They imagine they are here to "liberate the population."
Fury flashes across Clive's face and clenching his fist and shaking it before the assembled he hisses through clenched teeth.
"This will not be tolerated!"
"These are Banes lands!"
"These are Banes people!"
"There will be no freedom!"
Clive smiles a smile that does not reach his dead flat eyes.
"These cowards of the Legion are to be confronted."
"They will not be allowed to walk these lands."
"Give them the choice to retreat to their city or kneel and serve our Lord." "Form in patrols or face them alone." "I do not care."
Clive says no more and glares at the faithful.
Only the drip of moisture from the stone ceilings of the citadel and a faint, distant scream of terror and torment breaks the silence.
Then with a hiss of anger he thrusts out his arm and points to the exit of the Great Hall.
"Get out!!"
They obey.
"Faithful of the Black Lord." "Children of Colibrus", Dead of The Lord of Bones."
"We have enjoyed order and dominion over the Valley of Sundren since the defeat of the Legion and the retreat of the city of fools."
"Sestra is ours, oppressed by Bane through the administration of the Exarch." "Soon we will possess the valley and force all to kneel in obedience."
"Well done."
"That being said, I have had reports that I find troubling."
Clive pauses for effect and with a snarl that exposes his fangs he scowls at the crowd. When enough eyes have either averted from his or meet his in challenge , he continues.
"The men of the Legion of Sundren have been driven from their comfortable homes up in the clouds ,by their wives." "You see, their own wives are embarrassed by the failure of these so called warriors of Sundren."
Uneasy laughter follows Clive's remarks as no one is sure if he is joking or not.
"These "men" of the Legion are now fearfully adventuring down to the valley of Sundren and trying to set up patrols on the roads.
They imagine they are here to "liberate the population."
Fury flashes across Clive's face and clenching his fist and shaking it before the assembled he hisses through clenched teeth.
"This will not be tolerated!"
"These are Banes lands!"
"These are Banes people!"
"There will be no freedom!"
Clive smiles a smile that does not reach his dead flat eyes.
"These cowards of the Legion are to be confronted."
"They will not be allowed to walk these lands."
"Give them the choice to retreat to their city or kneel and serve our Lord." "Form in patrols or face them alone." "I do not care."
Clive says no more and glares at the faithful.
Only the drip of moisture from the stone ceilings of the citadel and a faint, distant scream of terror and torment breaks the silence.
Then with a hiss of anger he thrusts out his arm and points to the exit of the Great Hall.
"Get out!!"
They obey.