The murmurs of the Court silenced within the instance the light forged staff of the God-King echoed and reverberated the bones of his Officials. The Officials, in turn, drew their collective gaze to the one that issued the decree of silence. Minor Official Gordon watched as the oddly colored flaming eyes of the God-King swept the entire court.

Gordon shuddered for that brief second the God-King's eyes moved across him. He wasn't sure if he was imagining it, but that glance seeped deeply into his soul. Within a few seconds of racking his mind, he remembered what it was that gave him that feeling. So long ago, when he lived in the Countryside of Deagoth. His father was a hunter and rancher. His father took him to hunt... But in the hunt for Razorback Scarlicks, him and his father were hunted by the beast of the plains...

The Black-Fang Hell Hound...

Finally cornered, Gordon remembered the eyes of the Hell Hound, as it stalked forward in that ravine. The hunger, the violence, the madness, but most of all he remembered that within all those emotions was an underlining pleasure. The pleasure of what it was about to do.

It was that day, he lost his father, so that he may live. It was that day when he went home alone. It was that day that he decided that when he came of age, he would move to the city.

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Gordon jerked back to his senses. Another issue was handled, and he didn't even notice, too deep within his memories.

[...I'll ask Jake later...] He thought to himself.

With his undivided attention, Gordon listened to the God-King.

"With all pervious issues on the docket handled. I must address a few issues before the court..." The God-King's voice rumbled and echoed again.

"Warmarshal Julia Verruca of the Warbreakers Legion... Stand."

Gordon looked down to the left side of the Court's hall to the table that held the Warmarshals and watched as the large form of Warmarshal Verruca stood up.

"Warmarshal Julia Verruca. As War Master presiding over the War of Zitergall, now known as Deagoth's Shame. You have been charged with the unnecessary loss of Deagoth forces. The death count of over seventeen thousand unlives of Deagoth military forces among the Warbreakers Legion, the Spellslinger Legion, the Scourge Legion, and the Light's Whisper Legion. I will not count the loss of Zitergall or their forces to the detonation of the Hexplosives, as this is not your blame. However, the loss of the numerous unlives, compounding with the loss of two Warmarshals is unacceptable."

A melodious voice of melancholy issued from Warmarshal Verruca, "Yes. I accept all accounts," as she hung her head.

"Haaaa~" The God-King issued a sigh, as Gordon and the rest of the Officials sweated and rattled breaking the silence.

"With consideration of your previous deeds for Deagoth, I will now pass judgment.

As my right as the ruler and god of Deagoth, I hereby stripe you of the position as War Master of Deagoth. I hereby stripe you of the Title War God of Deagoth..."

The God-King paused, as he turned his head to look at one of the unknown sitting at the table of Warmarshals. One thing could be said... This new undead sitting at the table has been the talk of the court. No one had seen a Legendary Gorgon body since the reign of the First Holy Witch King. The God-king then continued, after the briefest of pauses, "I hereby demote you to the rank of General of the Warbreakers to serve the next appointed Warmarshal.

With the demotion of Warmarshal Verruca, I hear by announce the appointment of the new Warmarshal of the Warbreakers. Warmarshal Joan!

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Warmarshal Verruca, no. General Verruca gasped in shock but wilted when she looked to her left at Warmarshal Joan's smiling face, as the snakes in her hair licked at the air.

It was now time for the Court to gasp and chatter.

Pushed by fear, Undeath Official Piousblight stood up abruptly, though shakily.

"Undeath Of-Official Pi-Piousblight requesting permission to speak."

Gordon watched at the God-King slowly turned his head to oversee Undeath Official Piousblight, and then...

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"I-is the new Warmarshal... Warmarshal Joan of any relation to Joan the Bu-Butcherer, Ba-Bane of Nogore?" Undeath Official Piousblight finally squeezed out.

A creepy laugh issued forth from the God-King before he replied, "Yes. She is one and the same. I reached down and lifted her up. You need not fear Warmarshal Joan. I have cured her madness. I now wield her as my tool. Do you object?"

"N-No...! Ju-Just wanted to be clear the or-origins of the newest Warmarshal." He continued, as he looked to the left table of Warmarshals and spoke, "I wel-welcome Warmarshal Joan back to service. May your blades always point to the enemies of Dea-Deagoth."

Warmarshal Joan hoarsely laughed as she spoke out, never turning her face from the God-King, "My blades will always be pointed to the enemies of the God-King. Unless you become an enemy of the God-King, you will never have to worry."

[I wonder how many Officials just caught her wording... She's for the God-King, and not Deagoth...] Gordon's thought process when down a dangerous road.

realizing that his mind wandered off into strange paths, Gordon focused again on the God-King.

"I will now also announce the newest Warmarshals. Promoting General Achnida to Warmarshal Achnida of the Scourge Legion."

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The new Warmarshal stood up and performed a Deagoth Salute.

"Warmarshal Achnida requesting permission to speak."

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"The memory of Warmarshal Mossvale will continue forever so long as my soul is intact. I strive to meet true death as he did... With my hands around my enemy's throats! I will wield the Scourge as he did... To the detriment of our enemies of the God-King!!!" Warmarshal Achnida clinched both his fists in front of him, before sitting back down.

The God-King nodded in approval, as Warmarshal Achnida sat back down.

"I will one day call on the Scourge to serve. I look forward to your agreement." The God-King echoed ominously, as the strange flames flared in his eyes.

"Always willing to serve, my God-King." Warmarshal Achnida spoke with fervor.

The God-King nodded again, before he spoke again, "Promoting General Kevin to Warmarshal Kevin of the Light's Whisper Legion."

"Warmarshal Kevin Requesting Permission to speak..."

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Warmarshal Kevin looked down at the table, with his hands behind his back at ease, as it spoke, "Warmarshal Ken was like a brother to me, and many others of the Light's Whisper Legion. We respected his command, but he respected us as not his soldiers but his brothers. His heart was wandered to another but was crushed..." Warmarshal Kevin took a glancing glare at General Verruca sitting to his right, two seats away from him before he continued, only a few noticed his action.

"I cannot say I can replace Warmarshal Ken... But God-King...! You can damn me if I fail to keep the border of Neolith UNDER FOOT for another five hundred years!" Warmarshal Kevin shook with fury before he sat back down.

"I will remember that Warmarshal Kevin. I have full confidence that you will do as you say. The power of your God-King is at your back. Always remember that."

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