You lose some and win some
But the outcome is income
First Clan wants it all and then some
But this tragedy dims their lights some

I'm not losing my mind 'bout what ain't mine
I just keep hearin' about reprisal through the grapevine
This hate is just jealousy and love at the same time
But this drama aint as good as this rhyme

Written with Spenserian stanza

the death was swift and fast
futures have laid waste to the past

both clans are seeking the truth of familia
why the death by Wuntila

Telona was a master, a mistress of the dark
the death of her echos, the bit of the shark

together they have to rise above all
together, the dark lord will fall

Alarm tolls through the Citadel,
Once, twice, thrice.
They each hold dear to their
Opinion, fear, anger.

Others cry
Treason, violence, a treaty broken.
Only one sits with level head,
Seeing yet not, tall and firm.
The Mountain of Selen.

Fallen from favor, and their Orders dishonored,
A bargain struck, a friendship earned,
Krath of the Clan of Death, and an Obelisk of her Arconae ally,
Beware of those wearing a mask, Brotherhood be wary.

Sister clans together in turmoil, assisting but untrusting,
Grand Masters’ orders, the Undesirables’ cleansing,
Betrayal by the hand of a friend, fallen is the magic forever mourned,
Iron throne upheld by blood, the friendship of sister clans be torn.

An ancient tether snapped.
An alliance, easily unmade.
And all in the space of time
As the flash of a hand grenade.

We stumble 'pon the dark abyss
In a sea of turmoil and dark.
Our Consuls seek the mend us
With words we must now hark.

A new alliance, forged again
With bonds yet tighter still.
A plan to kill tyrant Pravus
....but who then his boots will fill?

He sat in his quarters staring at nothing, slowly turning the bottle in his hands. He felt the rises in the glass that gave various information about volume and alcoholic ratio. Ridges ran around the base ostensibly to give the bottle style and make it more difficult to slide across flat surfaces in an effort to avoid tragedies. To say Bleu had destroyed bottles much like this many times in the past was an understatement, he'd both started and ended fights with them. "Kill tha Grandmaster, sure," he muttered as he popped the top of it off and proceeded to drink. Only person he was likely to hurt in a fight like this was himself.

Today everyone forgets how useful a dagger is. Easy to use, easy to hide. It doesn't make noise like a light saber and can make an unexpected move.