log of sun king disbanding orders

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Below, on the central stage, the pale-scarred, raven-haired Jihaen templar shouts, in sirihish:
"AND THERE WE HAVE IT! LETS HEAR IT FOR ZAAARRRAAAAAAHHHHH!!"

Below, on the central stage, the pale-scarred, raven-haired Jihaen templar shouts, in sirihish:
"Yes! What a showing! Contestants, come take your places on the stage!"

Below, on the central stage, turning, gesturing, the pale-scarred, raven-haired Jihaen templar says to the prodigious, freckle-faced blonde, in sirihish:
"Zarah! The Chosen Patriarch Prontin Negean is here. Magnificent."

Below, on the central stage, approaching her with a soft step, the white-whiskered, kohl-stained man says to the prodigious, freckle-faced blonde, in sirihish:
"From House Negean...for our quite...talented...champion."

Below, on the central stage, The prodigious, freckle-faced blonde bows her head reverently at the white-whiskered, kohl-stained man's approach, remaining still and quiet.

Below, on the central stage, reverently, the prodigious, freckle-faced blonde says to the white-whiskered, kohl-stained man, in sirihish:
"I will remember this day till my last breath, Patriarch Negean."

A Lirathan Templar steps serenely through the stands, face pinched in concentration as she looks from face to face.

Below, on the central stage, The prodigious, freckle-faced blonde clasps her large bag tight to her chest, dipping her head again before returning the white-whiskered, kohl-stained man smile.

Below, on the central stage, the pale-scarred, raven-haired Jihaen templar shouts, in sirihish:
"And one more time, good people, for the -STILL-, reigning champion of the Descending Sun games -- ZARAH!"

Below, on the central stage, Turning her face to the sky, the prodigious, freckle-faced blonde closes her eyes to soak in the cheers, basking like a bahamet in the sun.


Below, at the Platforms, moving with head held high, the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar walks south.
Below, on the central stage, the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar has arrived from the north, moving with head held high.
Below, at the Platforms, the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar walks south.
Below, on the central stage, the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar has arrived from the north.
Below, at the Platforms, the hobbled, freckle-dusted Jihaen templar walks south.
Below, on the central stage, the hobbled, freckle-dusted Jihaen templar has arrived from the north.
Below, at the Platforms, the sharp-featured human soldier walks south.
Below, on the central stage, the sharp-featured human soldier has arrived from the north.
Below, at the Platforms, the thin, battle-hardened female soldier walks south.
Below, on the central stage, the thin, battle-hardened female soldier has arrived from the north.
Below, at the Platforms, the ravishing, dark-haired soldier walks south.
Below, on the central stage, the ravishing, dark-haired soldier has arrived from the north.
Below, at the Platforms, a unit of Ivory Guard walks south.
Below, on the central stage, a unit of Ivory Guard has arrived from the north.
Below, at the Platforms, a unit of Ivory Guard walks south.
Below, on the central stage, a unit of Ivory Guard has arrived from the north.

Below, on the central stage, Striding briskly a few cords behind the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar, the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar narrows his eyes for a moment, glancing aside to the hobbled, freckle-dusted Jihaen templar.


Below, on the central stage, The pale-scarred, raven-haired Jihaen templar blinks, stepping past the prodigious, freckle-faced blonde.


Below, on the central stage, The dark-haired, blue-eyed woman bows her head, briefly.


Below, on the central stage, Inclining his head quickly, the swarthy, coal-mustached man keeps his gaze lowered to the stage floor.


Below, on the central stage, As she ascends to the stage, the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar twists her head till the light glints on her glowing tri-pronged silver diadem.


Below, on the central stage, The weathered, black-eyed dwarf stands straighter.

Below, on the central stage, The pale-scarred, raven-haired Jihaen templar starts to bow his head a bit to the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar, and catches sight of the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar, dropping into a full bow.

Below, on the central stage, The stalwart, golden-haired man makes much space for the incoming group of templars and soldiers, after having bowed deeply and rapidly their way.

Below, on the central stage, The hobbled, freckle-dusted Jihaen templar pauses, looking aside to the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar in question.

Below, on the central stage, The skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar holds up a palm to the hobbled, freckle-dusted Jihaen templar, his sunken stare focused on the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar.

Below, on the central stage, The prodigious, freckle-faced blonde mimics the pale-scarred, raven-haired Jihaen templar's move, dropping into a matching full bow.

You notice: soldiers begin to sift through the crowds, making their presence more known and visible.

Below, on the central stage, The dark-haired, blue-eyed woman bows to the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar.


Below, on the central stage, The severe, white-haired Lirathan templar moves to a spot precisely in the centre of the stage then looks out over the stands, her posture rigid and severe.

Below, on the central stage, The bald, cheek-scarred man bows low, keeping a straight back then straightens in a rigid stance.

Below, on the central stage, The hobbled, freckle-dusted Jihaen templar leans heavily on his onyx skull-topped bone walking stick, his features strained.

Below, on the central stage, The weathered, black-eyed dwarf follows the bald, cheek-scarred man's lead, bowing deeply before straightening to rigid attention.

Below, on the central stage, The black-skinned, hazel-eyed man's follows suit soon after the pale-scarred, raven-haired Jihaen templar, before standing up staight as his face becoming expressionless.

Below, on the central stage, The pale-scarred, raven-haired Jihaen templar is straight and upright now, pale irises set on the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar alone.

Below, on the central stage, giving a thin-lipped smile, the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar says, in sirihish:
"Good morning, faithful and loyal citizens of Tuluk."

Below, on the central stage, The skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar rests the bulbous head of his steel-bladed lirapet at his feet.

Below, on the central stage, voice lifting and chin tilting out, the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar says, in sirihish:
"Congratulations to the victor...representing House Negean, one of the illustrious scions of His City."

Below, on the central stage, The stalwart, golden-haired man attempts to make himself as little as possible, standing a breath behind the small group of soldiers, his head kept low and bowed.

Below, on the central stage, continuing after the spattered applause dies down, her expression turned serious, the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar says, in sirihish:
"The Lirathan Order has continually sought to protect this city from harm. We have dispensed His Justice against our enemies."

Below, on the central stage, The hobbled, freckle-dusted Jihaen templar straightens a little at something the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar says, shifting a half-step closer to the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar.

Below, on the central stage, The severe, white-haired Lirathan templar turns ever so slightly, so that she faces toward the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar then offers a smile

Below, on the central stage, giving a nod for emphasis, her voice ringing out loud and clear, the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar says, in sirihish:
"We have worked tirelessly to improve things for those that are loyal to the Sun King."

Below, on the central stage, after letting out a slow breath, her lips pressing together, the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar says, in sirihish:
"However, these have also been troubling times for the Ivory. Our enemy, Allanak, still seeks to destroy or occupy Tuluk."

Below, on the central stage, leaning aside, the words softly voiced but laden with the experience of command, the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar whispers something to the hobbled, freckle-dusted Jihaen templar.


Below, on the central stage, throwing her shoulders back, her glowing tri-pronged silver diadem held high, with a voice that grows ever louder into a crescendo, the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar says, in sirihish:
"There are those that have doubted the might of the Sun King, or the reach of the Lirathan Order."

Below, on the central stage, The hobbled, freckle-dusted Jihaen templar straightens, looking to the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar, and takes an obedient step back.

Below, on the central stage, Simultaneously, the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar bristles.

Below, on the central stage, The severe, white-haired Lirathan templar shoots a quick glance at the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar, her lips pushing into a hard line.


Below, on the central stage, His jaw setting, the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar eases his steel-bladed, red-tasseled staff up off the grass.

Below, on the central stage, The pale-scarred, raven-haired Jihaen templar lets out a slow breath, watching the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar.


Below, on the central stage, an odd smile stretching out her thin lips, the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar says, in sirihish:
"This is a time for unity, as I am sure my Faithful Brother here agrees."

Below, on the central stage, As the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar begins to speak, the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar ascends the stage in a few quick bounds, his withered frame moving surprisingly swift

Below, on the central stage, The ravishing, dark-haired soldier steps forward to interpose herself between the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar and the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar, reaching for her weapon.


Below, on the central stage, The skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar approaches the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar with sharply narrowed eyes and whips up his steel-bladed, red-tasseled staff.


Below, on the central stage, The severe, white-haired Lirathan templar squints at the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen Templar

Below, on the central stage, The ravishing, dark-haired soldier draws an ivory-hilted greatsword that seems too large for her frame.


Below, on the central stage, the ravishing, dark-haired soldier unslings a hawk-carved, ivory-hilted greatsword from her back.

Below, on the central stage, the steel blade of his lirapet gleaming in the morning sunlight, the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar says to the ravishing, dark-haired soldier, in sirihish:
"Stand down."

Below, on the central stage, The ravishing, dark-haired soldier seems to transform before your eyes, her form expanding to fill out a larger frame. Crimson locks of hair spill down her head.

Below, on the central stage, The pale-scarred, raven-haired Jihaen templar takes a single step forward, otherwise still, watching with one hand raised to hip level.

Below, on the central stage, As she continues to grow larger, the greatsword of the ravishing, dark-haired soldier appears to change as well, steel replacing the mekillot bone of the weapon...

Below, on the central stage, The skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar's hands flex on the haft of his weapon. His adam's apple wobbles.


Below, on the central stage, The severe, white-haired Lirathan templar lets out an audible gasp, attention riveted on the ravishing, dark-haired soldier.


Below, on the central stage, The skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar's eyes widen slowly with comprehension as he lowers his lirapet.

Below, on the central stage, the ravishing, dark-haired soldier stops guarding the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar.

Below, on the central stage, The swarthy, coal-mustached man gasps suddenly, dropping to his knees as he witnesses the change.

Below, on the central stage, Forcefully, as though struck by some unseen heavy blow, the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar staggers to a knee.

Below, on the central stage, addressing the immense, crimson-braided man's boots, the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar says, in sirihish:
"My King."

Below, on the central stage, The pale-scarred, raven-haired Jihaen templar is on a knee now, a hand on the ground before himself, eyes closed.


Below, on the central stage, Stepping back a bit, the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar brings a hand up to her chest then sinks to one knee.

Below, on the central stage, The immense, crimson-braided man stands imposingly between the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar and the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar, his massive form seeming to take up the stage.

Below, on the central stage, muttering softly, keeping his head lowered, the swarthy, coal-mustached man exclaims, in sirihish:
"Hail the Sun King!"

Below, on the central stage, The severe, white-haired Lirathan templar touches her forehead to the floorboards before her.

Below, on the central stage, as he sheathes his old runed, ivory-hilted steel greatsword casually, the immense, crimson-braided man says, in sirihish:
"Thank you, my Precentors, for your homage and tribute."

Below, on the central stage, the immense, crimson-braided man slings an old runed, ivory-hilted steel greatsword across his back.

Below, on the central stage, Kneeling mutely before the stage, the hobbled, freckle-dusted Jihaen templar has to clench his jaw, which quivers.

Below, on the central stage, addressing those gathered, the immense, crimson-braided man says, in sirihish:
"My High Precentor is right to point out how well the Orders have done in protecting My City."

Below, on the central stage, Moving very slowly, the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar barely lifts her head to reveal a white face and widely-open eyes.

Below, on the central stage, the immense, crimson-braided man says, in sirihish:
"The Jihaen Order and Lirathan Order came about from two of the tribes I brought beneath my rule long ago."

Below, on the central stage, indicating first the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar, then the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar, the immense, crimson-braided man says, in sirihish:
"The Ji-yen...from a patriarchal tribe...the Lirathan...from a matriarchal tribe."

You feel warm inside, a strange tingling feeling, almost drunkenly pleasant.


Below, on the central stage, softly, though his words seem loud, the immense, crimson-braided man asks, in sirihish:
"However, it seems my words were not attended to as closely as I wished. Did you not HEED my warning?"

The voice of the immense, crimson-braided man on the stage below you carries effortlessly, as if he weren't even speaking louder than normal.

Below, on the central stage, intoning more loudly, the immense, crimson-braided man says, in sirihish:
"Darkness gathers."

Below, on the central stage, the immense, crimson-braided man says, in sirihish:
"What once was opposite shall join as one."

Below, on the central stage, The hobbled, freckle-dusted Jihaen templar trembles visibly, his shoulders shuddering.

Below, on the central stage, reaching back to lightly caress the hilt of his old runed, ivory-hilted steel greatsword, the immense, crimson-braided man says, in sirihish:
"Only if we march as one will there be victory."

Below, on the central stage, The immense, crimson-braided man lets his massive hand fall from his old runed, ivory-hilted steel greatsword.

Below, on the central stage, turning to the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar and spreading an arm to her, palm up and extended, the immense, crimson-braided man says, in sirihish:
"My High Precentor, at least, has seen what was meant by my prophecy."

Below, on the central stage, The severe, white-haired Lirathan templar musters a thin smile.

Below, on the central stage, The immense, crimson-braided man takes a moment to stare at the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar's seemingly much-smaller form beside him.


Below, on the central stage, calling out loudly now, in a thunderous voice, the immense, crimson-braided man says, in sirihish:
"I invite you all to bear witness. This is the day that the Jihaen and Lirathan Orders fall."

Save for the voice of the immense, crimson-braided man, the Arena all around you is silent.

Below, on the central stage, The severe, white-haired Lirathan templar's head snaps up.

Below, on the central stage, continuing, the immense, crimson-braided man exclaims, in sirihish:
"This is the day that the templarate marches as one. I give you the High Precentor and Precentor of my Templarate, their Orders cast aside!"

Below, on the central stage, Breathing hard, the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar holds a hand to his clavicle, fingers slowly curling into a fist.

Below, on the central stage, The severe, white-haired Lirathan templar dips her head before the immense, crimson-braided man, quickly hiding the confusion clouding her gaze.

Below, on the central stage, stammering, though he irons his voice out by the end of the statement, the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar says, in sirihish:
"So says the Sun King, His Will be done."


Below, on the central stage, After a brief moment to look around the Arena from the stage, the immense, crimson-braided man gestures to both the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar and the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar with a meaty hand, beckoning sharply.

Below, on the central stage, The hobbled, freckle-dusted Jihaen templar keeps his eyes on the ground.


Below, on the central stage, The skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar arches upward as though physically propelled by the immense, crimson-braided man's gesture, finding his feet quickly.

Below, on the central stage, The immense, crimson-braided man As one, the units of Ivory Guard surrounding the stage close in on the immense, crimson-braided man, flanking him, the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar, and the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar on either side.

Below, on the central stage, the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar slings a steel-bladed, red-tasseled staff across his back.


Below, on the central stage, The skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar smooths down the front of his robe.

Below, on the central stage, The severe, white-haired Lirathan templar takes a gliding step nearer to the immense, crimson-braided man as if impelled.


Below, on the central stage, The pale-scarred, raven-haired Jihaen templar droops his shoulders a bit, watching the entourage, sitting back on his heels.


Below, on the central stage, stepping down from the stage, which has a noticeable release of weight, the immense, crimson-braided man walks north.
Below, at the Platforms, the immense, crimson-braided man has arrived from the south, stepping down from the stage, which has a noticeable release of weight.
Below, on the central stage, the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar walks north.
Below, at the Platforms, the severe, white-haired Lirathan templar has arrived from the south.
Below, on the central stage, the sharp-featured human soldier walks north.
Below, at the Platforms, the sharp-featured human soldier has arrived from the south.
Below, on the central stage, the thin, battle-hardened female soldier walks north.
Below, at the Platforms, the thin, battle-hardened female soldier has arrived from the south.
Below, on the central stage, a unit of Ivory Guard walks north.
Below, at the Platforms, a unit of Ivory Guard has arrived from the south.
Below, on the central stage, a unit of Ivory Guard walks north.
Below, at the Platforms, a unit of Ivory Guard has arrived from the south.
Below, on the central stage, the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar walks north.
Below, at the Platforms, the skeletal, dark-skinned Jihaen templar has arrived from the south

Below, on the central stage, The pale-scarred, raven-haired Jihaen templar simply looks to the hobbled, freckle-dusted Jihaen templar, his expression much the same, letting out a breath.

Below, on the central stage, the pale-scarred, raven-haired Jihaen templar shouts, in sirihish:
"Go Home! Bless His Light's Name!"

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