The grizzled olde warrior came to his feet, as the blood trickled from his head. He reahed back touching it, bringing his hand back in front of his face giving a smile. I guess i taught him well, he thought to himself. Maybe to well.
Bishop walked out of the chambers, into the great hall. Many guardians had gathered to study the codex of standard. A voice came from the crowd.
"Bishop, what has happened to ye brother," the voice carried. "Is it time?" Bishop turned to see the Praetorian Malkavian standing behind him. A simple nod was given.
The members put thier copies of the codex in thier packs, unsheathed thier weapons and headed for the doors of the Capitol.........