Originally Posted by IronStylus
I'm sorry... what?
OH! War.. right..
Let us understand that RiotPenguin is as of now still a fledling. He steps onto the field with squinting eyes, barely hatched. He has indeed broken through his tough shell, to arrive into the light, with strength. He has shown he is worthy to stand on his own, and not stand alone.
Make no mistake however; He is yet still that fledgling. He does not fully comprehend the remifications of his wing beating. He does not understand yet where he pecks. He swims without care, beneath the ice. Unlike the parrot he sees not the forrest, nor the planes, nor the danger on the horizon. I have seen the blaze or flame shining from the Dark Tower.
I have seen Morello's evil eye scour the landscape for signs of weakness within the ranks of artists, creatives, and designers. Those who wish to live in peace, he seeks to tear asunder. RiotPenguin has seen none of the ancient horrors. He knows not of that the tranquility that he is born into was forged by the blood and bravery of titans who now rest. Thier names are written in the stone of time everlasting. The Nikasaur Manifest. The Brootherhood of the Armored Bear. Riot Taco Storm's Banditos. The Imperium of Tons of Damage. All these and more united to push back the darkness threatened by The New Morello Republic and it's dark master Zileas. Morello was but a pawn in a great game, but his master is restless.
For another artist, and fellow bird, to question the balance, to make accusations of insolence only weakens our watch. If not careful, infighting and doubt will be the death of us all. The legacy of our discourd will be a hollow silence brought by the crashing of a nerf bat.
Let us not fall for prey to the demons of doubt. Morello's spy's are everywhere.
So, I offer the branch of the olive to RiotPenguin. From talon to flipper, peace is offered.
Let it be known, however. Shall the branch be refused, I will call to arms my legions. I will rally my forces. I will show you that thunder will crackle from the flapping of five thousand pairs of wings. The cold waters will warm, the ice will crack, there will be no refuge, no escape, no surrender.
If prompted I will revive the old alliances. I will call on Ursine, on Nyan, and on Avian alike. I will reach out to powers long slumbering. I will call upon the powers of the earth itself, and of course, the sun. My champion shall rise and the only way to blot out the light will be the sky filling with the winged shapes of feathered fury.
So, I encourage Riot Penguin to choose wisely. I beg him to choose the path of peace between sea and air.
If not, I will decend from my Perch of Deliberation to make a most difficult decision.
May the Sun shine upon your blades and may the Great Parrot watch over you.
My dear friend, I respect your experience and wisdom...And have considered your words...but if there is to be peace between our great nations, take care how you speak of our kind...I am young? I swim with out care? I fear you are blinded by your arrogance...You speak of age and wisdom, yet you boast like a child lording over toys. We are 'flightless' and do not see the horizon? You and your men set great store by your glorious wings and domain of the sky...True, we cannot fly...but in a world dominated by water, it is you cannot swim. Open your eyes old man...your domain is but a floating rock in a sea as deep as it is vast. You boastfully sail through the skies, yet fearfully cling to the land. I have soared through the depths and swam with leviathans. I have seen a crushing darkness of which you would fear to dream. You squint in the sunlight while our eyes open wide in the darkness. I'm afraid it is you who misses the forest for the trees. For your all you have seen is but a sapling in a watery forest, beneath which the sun fears to shine...
And yes...I may be young, but we are born in strength. Your kind hatch, basking in the sun, and feasting on the bounty of the trees....while we hatch into eternal winter, as natural born hunters. You may 'learn' battle but we are born into it! Spend a day in the frozen deep, seeing how your precious wings serve you as you struggle - gasping for breath - as the monsters of the deep close in...And then speak to me of 'fledglings'...Cold water may warm, and ice may crack...but even the sun will one day freeze.
Do not mistake youth for weakness - For we are Penguin! Wardens of the Norths, and keepers of the Frozen Flame - We are armored in cold and crowned is shadow. We are the Knights of Winter! Before us fire will freeze and light will fade...For darkness is the natural order.
Yet we do not shed blood needlessly. And we have need of strength now more than ever, for I too have heard whispers in the shadows of a coming evil. You say we must fight as one? So be it brother -- HOWEVER! The Knights of Winter are a proud order, and will not suffer your arrogance in our ranks. Your claims of prestige and power mean nothing to us without action. Face me on the Fields of Justice, and prove your right to lead. Gather four of the Iron's finest, and I will assemble the four Lords of Winter. If you can best me in combat, my Legions and I will defer to your wisdom, and fight under your banner. But should you fall to my sword, you will denounce your statements of superiority to the entire Solari, and command them respect me as your equal!
We are Penguin, and you will respect us...or you WILL learn to fear the shadow...
10 months, 1 week ago