MANDALORE, THE CITADEL
(ooc- Before fighting on Concord Dawn, Open to any who have a reason to be there)
A feast had been prepared, roasted sha'tual with steamed potatoes and other veggies. A vat of Tiingilar, a small table filled with various uji cakes. The booze selection was no different. Krayts Blood Narcolethe that had just completed distilling had also been wheeled out in several large kegs, Tihaar, the Netra'gal, even tisane for those abstaining from the night of drinking. This was more than just a preparation, it held the finality of a final meal for those going. A send-off. And though that somberness was there, it was hardly reflected or acted upon. A large area had been cleared for dancing, and the music had already begun to play.
Kiva, his wife, and their son were manning the Uji cake table. The subtle curve of her belly proof to what lay ahead for the pair of them. The Alore of the Orar'da'yadr had entrusted him completely with their forces and their people, and he made sure to let none of them down. Where once only a handful of Clans once called the fortress home, it was now the base of twice that. It was starting to look like the stories of old, they were beginning to look like the people of old. They had stayed true to the gods.. and their conviction, their dedication had finally begun to pay off.
While those who weren't going off to the war were dressed in casual garb, a common site for the clans while amongst their kin, those who set off were clad in their beskar in preparation and Srucayr was no different. Ancient beskar walked the grounds as he reported to the newly constructed exterior landing bay. It was rigged with charges in the event of invasion, but it worked easier for guests, and he was hoping he would see a familiar faces, ones who would finally be able to blow off some steam before the trials that lay ahead.
(Figured I'd throw some tags in)
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