It is with regret that we announce the death of Nath Agrona member of Clan Arcona, House Galeres, she passed at the age of twenty five in service to her Clan.

Many knew of her but few knew her. Born on Iridonia she was found by the now deceased Zakath Agrona and brought into the fold of the Shadow Clan.

Diligent in her service, Nath has served both Galeres and Qel-Droma. In her time she has served within Dark Forge, Shadow Gate, Nighthawk, Soul Fire and most recently Tal'mahe'Ra.

Her pride however, are her Students Skar Agrona and Kordath Bleu d'Tana, whom she trained and have accomplished much within the Clan.

She also created ties in and outside Clan Arcona. Some had more substance than others but are of equal mention.

As her wish there will be no service held, her remains have been passed to Kalon Tsucyra Entar who will carry out her final wishes as laid out in her will.

It was also a part of her will to make known that there are those who will receive private messages, these will be delivered in short order.

*Death is just the next step.*

It was as though the gods wept crimson tears of blood.

It seemed to accumulate in the air and coat anyone that came within the vicinity. Bodies lay crumpled, wounded cried out but the uninjured weren't occupied with their well being.

By the time the Arconan's arrived it was difficult to ascertain friend from foe, those who attacked were cut down with prejudice. The rest were left to fight their battles. Mingled into the out cries of those dying were the battle cries, and the silent but equally felt relief of the Shadow Clan's arrival.

No pause was given, no ground and no mercy.

The acrid metallic tang invaded the senses and there was nothing left but rage.

For the dying.

For the dead.

And for the oppressed.

None could find hope here, the last stand, desperate and savage.

Nath sat hunched over, her hands clenching and relaxing slowly.

She had decided.

There was a certain satisfaction in killing things with your bare hands, watching slowly as the life drained away. The emotions and stages could be observed, in those moments you saw who you were really killing.

She wanted to see whom she loathed and whom wanted so passionately to see her family’s extinction.

Knowledge is power
You may be eternal now
But we will succeed

“The report is damaged my Lady.” The Soldier trembled before Atyiru, uncertainty laced every word.

“It matters little, play the audio, I wish to hear.” She sat upon the throne and reclined back knowing this would be grim, knowing what Nath was capable of. Interference rang within the chamber and eventually the audio began.

“It’s been awhile.” Nath’s voice was the first to speak.

“I see you’ve grown a bit since last we met.”Wuntilla spoke much more calmly than she, her voice had been laced with anticipation. A ringing sound of a blow reverberated through and silence descended.

“Why did you kill her?” There was a resonating sound of joints being popped, the Iridonian gearing up for more physical violence no doubt. More interference boomed through the audio, whatever occurred next only Nath could tell, the Consul made a note to summon her regarding it.

“No need to get excitable Iridonian, I killed her because I was ordered to do so, the fact that she intended to unite the three Clans under one rule was just a bonus for doing the dirty work.” The Battlelord seemed unphased by the Krath’s violent outburst.

“Enough.” Atyiru commanded. “Where is Wuntilla now?”

“They remain enroute my Lady, they have already requested for urgent medical aid and Nath Agrona has departed them.”

“Ensure he survives, and find the Iridonian.” She dismissed the Grunt with a wave of her hand, the chamber descending into silence as she was left to her musings.

The beat hastens now.
Faster, we sprint to our goal
fearless to the end

Manually added by Savant Kordath Bleu d'Tana

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