Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-24510587-20160105194819/@comment-26809040-20160131004959

In stark contrast to the empty halls outside, the main cargo bay of Stormship Elkris-fel seemingly seethed with life. Amidst the crates and vehicles, nearly the total crew of the ship flowed, gathering into groups, chattering away on pointless, petty topics. Rhall looked over the crowd. He spotted but a single baron amongst the throng, for few nobles had reason to be on the flagship of the storm fleet. However, all around the edges of the room, remote-linked data feeds were strung up, all pointing to the upper balcony on the far side of the room.

''So, Srivikiss seeks to make a grand statement then. Not just to the crew, but to many others as well...''

The archon took a place next to his high servitor, Elkris-6, and waited for whatever his fellow Devotee had planned to unfold.

Srivikiss seethed. The fury radiating from his form was nearly physical, and no one dared stand between him and the door to the cargo hold. Behind him, two vandals, loyal to the cause, dragged the hissing, cursing form of another between them, giving it the occasional kick to shut it up.

This was it. No more dancing around the subject. No more guessing of loyalties. Here and now, he would find the backing he needed and silence the dissenters, or face death or docking brought on by political misstep.

''Now, House storms shall either unite beneath a common will, or fall to ruin, divided unto the end. This is the moment of truth...''