Tainted Eternal Soulshine

[Moloch]

The unmasked Triumvir and Head Commander of The Vigilant Watch, Walter Docro, takes the stand in the Osronan forum.

His frame is visibly covered in stitches and patched up, as was accustomed from the vicious aftermath of a life-endangering fight.

Adorning his shoulders lies a familiar cape. One any individual present during the averted meteorite crisis should be able to recognize.

As a transparent jar is brought upon the podium, the hulking kitsune dares make a proper announcement.

He does so seemingly on his own, without any previous consulting from his equal, Stellus Montclaire.

"It is with great pride that I bring unto you news today!" 

His explosive charisma and flamboyance, in spite of his evidently exhausted and somewhat beat-up state, remain intact.

"What lies in my power are the ashes of a mimic!

One that sought to impersonate a figure some may have deemed worthy of admiration.

A benevolent man, one who saw the one you call stellus today grow into the man he is."

Thus, he'd gesture away from the jar, and point up towards the infinite open sky.

"The soul of Pericles Vitalis has been granted peace at last.

One of the mimicking harbingers, who set out to taint his name, work and legacy, now lies dead slain by my blade.

He can once more gather rest - as Leonaus has guided his soul home for good!"

For the last legs of his speech, the kingpin made triumvir takes on a much more assertive facet of behavior.

"Let this be a warning to the Coven!

We are not to be underestimated, nor taken for granted!

I know what you've done to Yersin.

Your time runs short - surrender, and your fall will be quick and painless!

This was but an example - what follows will not be acted upon by myself alone, but with the entire girth of the coaliton."

More palpably, it evolves into a sly, shit-eating-grin-wearing boast.

"I'll gladly let our allies hunt upon your sinmade kin as I have today.

Worry not - there's two vertexes of their trinity yet to be cut clean!

Enough retribution for you all!"

What follows is perhaps somewhat dismally overbearing, even for a war cry.

"This is your final chance to amend for your misdeeds.

Slit thine own throats, and rid the world of the evil that you've cast upon our country yourselves!"

"Rest easy tonight, citizens! Were they not to remove themselves from the stage willingly?

Then the curtain will soon fall over their heads!"

• The beach west of Alabastran territory has notably been subjected to some mdoerate degree of terraforming from the power struggle between the Wraith of Lust and the Kingpin Commander alone.
  

• Climatic friction has caused the shoreline area to experience an entire week worth of rain from residual effect of mana and phosphine, breathing these gases or swimming in this water is ill adviced until further notice.