Editing in people's parts while I write up the entire post. I'll post it IC once i'm done.

[hider=Marekth's post][b]Maraketh[/b]
The man fearfully retreated, and had all the attention of his squad. People he knew. People he had sailed with. And then he relayed the message. Laid out the two different options. To live, surrendering their lives and knowledge, or to die here today. Mutterings, arguments, chaos. But the despair finally settled in. Decisions were made. They were split. Two groups appeared, one larger than the other.

The man returned to the god Maraketh. He kneeled. Submission. [b]”The smaller group will accept your offer. The larger will accept your blade.”[/b] And then he stood. [b]”As for me, I’m no general. I’m no [i]god[/i]. I am but a man who decided to fight. Not for his country. But for his people. For his family.”[/b] The small group grew smaller, the big group became bigger. [b]”And if I can never see them again… I will [u]die for them.[/u]”[/b]

A hidden knife behind his arm. He raised it for Maraketh’s throat. It may as well have been a mile away, for he was but a mortal man. A normal man.[/hider]