~Houses speak loudly as they await the arrival of the Tarkin, for their first war council since the founding of their new empire. Bells ring in the distance, silencing the Houses, and announcing the arrival of the Tarkin.~
"Culebro Tarkin Par-iRap."
~A soldier announces as she eneters, clad in a long flowing gown of deep red and black. Her golden hair is pulled back, held in place by a Carnelian Crown, and her face is more lovely than ever, made up in the strange cosmetics of the west.~
"Long has Harad had one true enemy."
~Lucia calls to her Houses, walking to the head of the table.~
"That enemy has declared war upon us, and all of our allies."
~Lucia places her hand on the table, pointing to the image of Dravidia, carved there.~
"يتذكّر الناسي, أخي, أنّ نحن نتنازع أن يحمي حليفنا… غير أنّ إن أنت تحصل الفرصة أن يقتل أنّ [أردنين] خائن, بعد ذلك أتمّت هكذا. أخذت أيّما حياة ضروريّة. صرخت مثل [بنش] بما أنّ أنت تنقص كلّ الذي يتعارض أنت."
~Lucia smiles, a smile returned by her Houses, then turns and leaves them to plan their attack.~
"You are all in for a very...big surprise."
Subject: <:Dreams of Fire:> 
Sun Oct 14, 2007 12:44 pm