Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-24510587-20160105194819/@comment-26809040-20160201065213

The cargo hold did not quiet down as soon as Srivikiss stepped onto the balcony, but was rather silenced by the archon's commanding voice, signaling the start of his speech.

"Storms! Kin both gathered below and watching from afar, hear me!

Much hath we endured! The long flight hath hardened us, purged weakness from our ranks! But in the howling black, many lost hope, lost faith! The faithless broke from our proud house, cast off our noble banner and left to pursue their own, selfish agendas! At first they were few, but look now, brothers, sisters! Look now to the banners of our house, for they are our house! Tattered and torn! Threadbare and unraveled, with only the strongest threads still holding on!

House Storms is tattered! House Storms is threadbare! And you, all of you, from dreg to kell, are the last, loyal threads! But who, loyal sisters and brothers, is the false weaver? The unraveler? The spreader of faithlessness, and the death of the house?! Who could command such an atrocity?! Many hath wondered, searched, for the black, cold heart of our decay. But now it is found! Behold, storms, the unraveler of our house!"

With that, the door through which Srivikiss had entered through opened again, and out the vandals dragged another. To the floor was thrown Ekriax, House Judgement's scribe to House Storms. The crowd roared, though not all joined their voices. Before she could pick herself up, the archon stooped, and scooped her off the floor by the neck, holding her aloft before the crowd.

"I hath done nothing! Thy blame is false!" She spoke as she squirmed in Srivikiss's grip.

"Liar! Spreader of falsehoods and usurper of the house!" The archon tightened his grip, just slightly, until the scribe could not speak.

"Tell me kin, who hath waited and watched as our house hath fallen to tattered shreds? Who hath sat, content, as we hath slipped to the edge of survival?! House Judgment! I name thee false weaver! Death of the house and enemy of the storms! What say thee?!"

"Thou art a mad, power-hungry fool, Srivikiss! House Judgment pledged to keep eliksni together! We hath not-"

"Keep eliksni together?! Ha!" The archon tightened his grip once more.

"And look how we've prospered brothers! See our ketches, thick with crew and plunder sisters! No! Though art not but a keeper of lies and a spreader of faithlessness! And what shall become of this false weaver, storms?"

The crowd below called for her death, in many ways, each more gruesome than the last. Yet still, not all joined their voices. Ekriax struggled to speak, but the archon's unbreakable grip would not allow it.

"But hold! The clear path hath dawned!" Srivikiss turned, slammed the choking scribe into the wall behind him, and in one swift motion, pinned her to the plating with one of his swords. As the archon let go, Ekriax screeched, and clutched the inactive blade sticking out of her abdomen, pinning her to the wall like a trophy.

"She hath unraveled our house! Tattered our proud banner! In return, would it not be just to unravel her?" The gathering cheered as Srivikiss's own high servitor, Elkris-4, drifted out from the other door on the balcony, and turned to face the struggling scribe. For a moment, it floated there, staring at her. Then, under its purple gaze, her flesh began to evaporate from her form, flowing in a mist towards the servitor. House Judgement's envoy's screams echoed around the chamber, as she slowly dissolved before the servitor's unblinking gaze.