MORGAN
They won't stop our evolution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
Morgan's guard team had been thoroughly depleted in the chaos following the explosion: good soldiers she had known for years carelessly bleeding out on the snow after a matter of seconds and her entire lifes work tossed aside like it was nothing. There was grief to be done, there were funerals and apologies and promises, but more than anything else, there had to be new guards.
After all, there wasn't another way to protect the Citadel and while she still had a few remainders on street duty, there was no way their troubles for Deepfrost were over and she knew she needed to start training new faces now. Admittedly, it was a hard sell to get people to join after what had just happened, but...she hoped perhaps it might mean only the bravest applied, ready to protect even after seeing the massacre at the gates.
She had put out a notice for anyone interested to come and find her at the centre square; she had put out a chair and a table with a sign up sheet and some basic weapons and armour, hoping that the promise of new stuff might help turn some heads. Until they came she sat back, folded her arms and waited, watched the townspeople shuffle by.
After all, there wasn't another way to protect the Citadel and while she still had a few remainders on street duty, there was no way their troubles for Deepfrost were over and she knew she needed to start training new faces now. Admittedly, it was a hard sell to get people to join after what had just happened, but...she hoped perhaps it might mean only the bravest applied, ready to protect even after seeing the massacre at the gates.
She had put out a notice for anyone interested to come and find her at the centre square; she had put out a chair and a table with a sign up sheet and some basic weapons and armour, hoping that the promise of new stuff might help turn some heads. Until they came she sat back, folded her arms and waited, watched the townspeople shuffle by.
Fight against your execution.
Who do you think we are?
Who do you think we are?
