The chamber was dark, lit only by the flickering glow of holoprojectors that were displaying the various statistics and personnel within House Valkorion. Shadows stretched across the desk where a figure, although stark, sat behind. A frightful gaze fixed upon the one who had been summoned before him.
Jai stood up, clutching his hands to his sides in his freshly pressed garb. The figure, a presence of quiet intensity, tempered by years of wear and tear and countless -Jai yawns- reports. The air carried a silence as Stalker Mordred, the "ruth" less leader of the House had stepped forward.
"I heard you accepted my calling for a careta- I mean House Praetor," said Mordred. "I saw your application made it to my desk. Countless victories ever strengthening the House is nothing to turn a blind eye on, nor would your presence from when you first joined this House. Now, you will serve as Praetor, second only to me. And Ron from accouting, as he has the credit slips for the House."
A quick exchange of a new shiny badge had been not so carefully pinned to the Marauder's robes as Jai winces. "Agh-uh, yes, thank you Quaestor, I shall not fail you, nor let you fail in my attempts to push for your continuation of House reports," Jai exclaimed with a nod of approval.
As the banners of Valkorion cast their sigils across the chamber, a new era had begun. The Marauder has risen, the House would endure, and the reports would continue to come in at a promptly manner.
by Jai Thorne, House Valkorion Praetor
