D'Sar entered the new Grand Hall to much pomp and circumstance. The D'Sarian Battle Hymn played triumphantly throughout, by the Trans Demonic Orchestra off behind in the bandshell. The stage was elevated above the onlookers as he made his way up to it flanked by guards, D'Sari Knights and a regiment of troops. His new uniform was sleek and black leather. It was a tunic that zipped up along the left side of his chest. Blue and Grey piping covers the trim. On his left breast, the red shield D'Sarian star imbedded crest of the D'Sari. On the right shoulder, an 8 inch wide blue sash draped from the epaulette reaching down to mid waist adorned with medals, rank and insignia. Blue was the color of Command ranks. His collar was banded, with an opening at the neck. This opening, similar to the collar of a minister, made way for a handsome broach, encrusted with jewels. His pants were form fitting, sleek and cashmere tucked into knee high polished Dragonscale with piping to match the tunic.
Upon reaching the stage, all the forces to his disposal stood at attention holding salute until he reached the podium.
He motioned for all to be seated as he peered over the podium. With a proud look, he began to speak.
"Members of the brood, warriors of this fine clan, my brothers, my friends. Today is a proud day in D'Sarian Lore. Today, one of you will lead us. Today, from within, one of you will rise to the highest position in our clan. Today, I will bestow upon one of you, my brethren, all the graces at the command of the D'Sari!"
They applauded him greatly, with deep admiration. Many had speculated on whom it might be. Some even had laid wagers on who it was. Some thought it may be Orin or Kurgan or Duragon or even Dew who recently returned to the bard, who like Orin, left the brood during the height of Towers heyday, yet the desire for bloodshed was too strong to resist one would suppose. All of these warriors were former Leader's of clans gone by, yet today would mark the first leader of a new Reich... a new time of honour. A new hope for evil in the realms.
"My friends, when Alfred was the Oracle for that brief moment in time, he foresaw another great campaign in which we were greater and more fearsome than ever before!!" The crowd roared its approval as he continued, "In the past weeks, with the acquisition of many more to the fold, both faces old, new, and deeply missed, we have caught the wave to a new time of darkness in the realms!"
With that, they cheered again as his speech went on. "I have never been more proud as what you have made me recently. We have shown our enemies countless casualties, many victories and shown them that the Infernal Order of D'Sar is a name synonymous with fear and a force to not only reckon with, but to bow down to!"
The roar of the crowd was deafening as he spoke with passion. "Now it is my great pleasure to bestow the rank and command colours of the rank of Commodore of all our mortal forces to one I could think of no less deserving than my old friend... Captain...or should I say, COMMODORE Kurgan! Three cheers for him, by brothers!!"
With that, they went wild! Some were shocked, others were not surprised, yet all were elated as Kurgans massive skeletal form dressed in full uniform over his bones, made his way to the stage. He bowed to his deity, took the color sash which was then affixed to his uniform. Kurgan stood tall and proud at attention and saluted.
The night continued on, as Kurgan made an acceptance speech, including issuing promotions of his own for his Squadron Sinister. As celebrations went on, somewhere in the realms the enemies either felt fear or loathing...or both.
Posted by Darkstar at December 16, 2004 10:40 PM