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The walls were caked in years of dust and neglect, pieces of plaster cracked and falling away, paint faded and sunbleached. It was far from the glorious temples and palaces he and the others were used to, but it was now their home. The old beaten down Castle had been ‘gifted’ by the Director of the ISB to house and base the new Imperial Knights. It wasn’t much to look at, but it was large and suited the needs at least for now.
Most of the outer buildings had broken roofs or crumbled walls, but the main buildings were solid and had the space to house those that had stayed loyal to the Empire after Altair’s declaration. Wodan had arrived a few days earlier than the others, taking time to wander around the great structure and get a feel for the layout and where to base the respective inner branches of the Knights. Then the more senior Ex-Sith came, those that would be taking a more active role within the Knights moving forward, then the rest, they were not many but more than enough that the ISB would be keeping a close eye on them all.
Now most of them had been allocated their dorms, Wodan thought it prudent that he pulled them all together. The Central Hall itself like much of the castle was sparsely decorated three rows of benches ran down the middle of the room set back from a slightly raised dais. They were littered with food and drink from the kitchens, nothing fancy it was hearty, comfort food and drink.
The Lord Commander was dressed in his Imperial Knight Armour, he had requested that all others be dressed the same as this was the first formal gathering of the Knights since their silent inception by the Warmaster and Director. Wodan himself stood slightly nervously at the top of the dais, a few unnamed Knights were around him, offering polite comments about the Castle and their dorms. He knew they were all white-lies, but he smiled and thanked them, a finger hooked into his belt resting close to one of his sabers.