[color=fff79a][b][h3]Baraian Paladice[/h3][/b][/color]

[color=fff79a][i]Time: Morning
Place: Ra Monde (underground)[/i][/color]

Baraian knew for certain that his tactic had not been the most kind, but it was a necessary action. Without the support of a human, there was no chance to rally the people under the banner of the Golden Death. Originally the dark elf had considered using Belladonna as an icon, while he would do the leading of the group himself. But he had underestimated the girl, she was proving herself not only brave but a capable speaker. More capable than he was. It was not jealousy nor disbelief that struck him, but rather approval. He had never imagined he would have gotten a human down to Ra Monde, and also one which could inspire and lead others.

Baraian had spent over a hundred years gathering support for Golden Death and sheltering people in Ra Monde, he knew that there was a change coming to it all now. However he would take it with open arms and not let this opportunity slip through his fingers, this was exactly what Avalia needed. The dark elf stepped up next to Belladonna, placing a hand on her shoulder would she let him. 

[b][color=fff79a]"Well spoken. This will also be the day when I step down as leader of Golden Death, I would like all of you to give this young woman your best. I will remain as her advisor and guide for the coming war. This is the face of your new leader, heed her and praise her! Her path is the future of this world!"[/color][/b] He shouted and raised his arm to gather support from the crowd of people listening, with more showing up showing their approval. They would cheer their support for their new leader, she who would no doubt guide them all to the promised land.

[i][color=fff79a]'I couldn't have planned this better myself, you have no idea how glad that makes me.'[/color][/i] Baraian thought as he stood there, arm still raised, looking over the crowd and then to Belladonna.

[b][color=fff79a]"We are at your disposal."[/color][/b] Baraian saluted, then knelt down. Whereof the crowd began to do the same, some looking at oneanother with hopeful eyes and elderly people smiling with teary eyes, looking at their messiah. As the cheers began to die down, Baraian excused himself from the stage. [b][color=fff79a]"If you require anything, send word to me."[/color][/b] He said in the same stale and firm voice he had gotten accustomed to. When he finally entered his pavillion tent, passing past the two guards and into the chamber holding his bed and war table. He went over to the table and leaned over it, looking at the old map of Avalia and the small wooden figures showing rebel cells and enemy outposts. He drew his dagger and jammed it at Aklenroth's fortress.

[i][color=fff79a]'Your reign is at an end your majesty, and the world will finally be...'[/color][/i] Baraian thought to himself, his eyes wandering off the map to the nearby lit brazier, his eyes glimmering in the blazing light. A small upturn at the corner of his mouth, before showing teeth. He began to laugh, it began as a low humming sound but escalated into an almost hysterical laugh as he struggled to hold unto the table.