[center][i]The bells were tolling at dawn.[/i][/center] The Dawnblades sat on their knees upon the plaza, with their heavy khopesh on their back shield on the ground. They had their head low in silent prayer. A soft droning coming from the chanting monks standing on the stairs of the temple in front of the plaza carried the swirling, unified thoughts of the legion higher and higher. Between the ranks of the soldiers walked the priests of their god, swinging censers with holy incense that deepened the faith of the soldiers. Despite the silence, tension was high amongst the soldiers. Many were yearning for this day since they stood in the field to receive their blessing. That tension seeped into the very bond that all of them shared. From the temple more priests spilled out carrying small bowls with blessed oil. The censer bearers made their exit away from the temple as the priests began to make their way through the rows of the soldiers. As their shadow fell upon a soldier, he’d look up and receive the ointment. So the silent prayer continued. Until the commander of the Dawnblades stepped up the stairs in front of the choir. “Dawnbaldes!” He bellowed. In perfect unison they all rose up from their knees with shield in hand. It was a testament to their discipline. “Who will uphold righteousness?” The commander bellowed again. “We will!” The declaration was shouted as one again, and echoed through the city of Tanaäth. It also reverberated through the bond that the legion had. A fire ignited with all of them. “Who will fight the enemies of Anak’thas?” “We will!” “Who will shatter the foe, wherever he is?” “We will!” “Dawnblades!” The commander now bellowed even across the bond they all shared. “We move west.” As a perfect machine each row of legionnaires moved into a column that marched out of the plaza across the wide avenue of the setting sun, which would lead them towards the road of silver and towards Node 13. [hr] [center][i]The bells were tolling at dawn.[/i][/center] Their sound was mingled with the chanting of the choirs inside the Bassilica Eques. In front of the choir stood a semi-circle of pedestals. Upon each was a statue that was twice the size of a human. Their legs were double jointed and they were crafted in the shape of armored knights. They were seemingly made from clay, on one knee and with its head forward as if it was in deep thought. Monks surrounded the statues. Some were inspecting their surface for any imperfections. Others were drawing silver glyphs in the air to bless the construct before them. Others still upheld strange instruments towards the statues. The air was fragrant with hly incense that burned in the various braziers in the room. The choirs chanting began to ascend into a crescendo as drums joined the rhythm. At the same time the door on the side of pedestals opened up and a procession walked in. At the front were the monks softly chanting their own prayers from the tablets they carried. Behind them were the priests, dressed in white and silver. The last to enter were men and women dressed in red, fine robes. Though all of them had their backs exposed, showing the strange clay artifacts bound to their spine. The procession stopped as all of them had entered, and each of the red-robbed figures made their way towards a pedestal. As they approached, the statue constructs opened their back like a flower, ready to receive their dominus. There was a moment of tension as all of the domini waited in front of their construct. Some were visibly anxious or nervous. Though their leader, taking the center of the statue, stood patiently with his arms crossed. One of the monks handling a brass, globe like instrument with a silvery light captured within gave a node and he stepped in. Soon the others were given the go-ahead and entered their knight. Once they did, the knight closed its back. The monks were getting visibly excited as many began to draw their glyphs faster and faster. For a minute nothing happened. But then each of the constructs began to quietly hum to the beat of the drums in the great hall. “Knights of Tanaäth.” The words came from the center statue, its words clearly enhanced through brass horns. The statue from which it came was the only one dressed in red cloth. “Rise up.” Lines of gold lit up all over the armored statues as they slowly rose up from one knee. It was not as smooth a rise as the legions could outside but their rise had vastly more importance. A large door opened to the side of the room as servants began pulling in long carts into the building. Each cart carried a weapon the size of a human. Each cart was drawn up in front of one of the knights as they stepped off of the pedestal. Behind them the monks kept chanting and drawing their glyphs of appeasement. Each knight reached for the weapon specifically made for them. None of them gave them any fancy try-out swings. Absolute discipline was maintained. “Knights.” The leader addressed his people. “We march for war “ [hider=Summary]Anak’thas’ Dawnblade legion receives their blessing to go to war as the bells toll. At the same time, we see the ritual of a dominus taking control over a knight construct, a sort of large armored construct. It too will be used at the start of the war.[/hider] [hider=MP]Anak’thas Start: 5MP - 4MP >> Bestow blessing: Create the Priest-Artificers. These artificers use the power from the effigies coming from the Chorus in Node 16, together with the Ambroisen fibers that have been growing in node 14 to create constructs. Anak’thas’ blessing gave them the knowledge of the glyphs and construction of these constructs. Anak’thas End: 1MP [hr]