Post by Flippa on Jan 18, 2024 10:09:54 GMT -8
All the remaining duor in attendance, save for Fli'ppa himself, looked at once another with concern. Slowly but surely, they began to grovel, pleading at the High Prophet's tail flipper for forgiveness, before then prostrating themselves in front of Shaxad. When the proper display of obescience had been shown, the doors to the Coral Castle of Kearleonis opened once more, allowing the ranks of armour shelled battrachs to march inside. They carried a massive open shelled clam on their shoulders like a palanquin, its cushy tongue serving as a comfortable seat. The intent was clear. Fli'ppa faced the new God-King of Arrakan, or rather, the Creator returned. He bowed his head once more before cutting a fore flipper across his body in a delphinoid salute.
Sieg Heil! Broadcast the duor telepathically in the language of his people, accompanied by audible clicks, whistles, and squeaks produced by his throat. The battrachs standing in attention performed a similar salute with their scaly muscular arms, and the chant was soon taken up by others who waited outside. Your chariot awaits, Lord.
The citizens of Kearleonis gathered, news spreading quickly across the capital, until all duor and their battrach servants took up the chant. In the background just outside the coral walls of the city, a large MC-75 could be seen rising into few, joined by a pair of Kraken-class Longfins and numerous TIE-Trident fighters. It was the beginning of a fleet that would one day become a holy crusade to purge the stars of the landwalking scum. Reunited with Kithnarrock, the duor could showcase delphinoid superiority to the entire galaxy. An eclipsing shadow was cast over the streets outside as a massive whaladon swept in, coming to rest just outside the castle, with a pair of long sea-weed reigns that could be connected to the palanquin being carried outside. Blaster-spears thumped on the marble ground from the assembled army lining the streets, finally emerged from concealment.
Sieg Heil! Broadcast the duor telepathically in the language of his people, accompanied by audible clicks, whistles, and squeaks produced by his throat. The battrachs standing in attention performed a similar salute with their scaly muscular arms, and the chant was soon taken up by others who waited outside. Your chariot awaits, Lord.
The citizens of Kearleonis gathered, news spreading quickly across the capital, until all duor and their battrach servants took up the chant. In the background just outside the coral walls of the city, a large MC-75 could be seen rising into few, joined by a pair of Kraken-class Longfins and numerous TIE-Trident fighters. It was the beginning of a fleet that would one day become a holy crusade to purge the stars of the landwalking scum. Reunited with Kithnarrock, the duor could showcase delphinoid superiority to the entire galaxy. An eclipsing shadow was cast over the streets outside as a massive whaladon swept in, coming to rest just outside the castle, with a pair of long sea-weed reigns that could be connected to the palanquin being carried outside. Blaster-spears thumped on the marble ground from the assembled army lining the streets, finally emerged from concealment.