Character: Tiberius Saxon
Location: The plains of Harkkul, Mandalore
Thunder rolled over the southern mountains and the wind carried the smell of rain from the storm brewing there. Tiberius peered into the dark clouds to judge their movement, and determined the rain may take all day to reach the plains, which suited him fine. A gathering such as this had not happened amongst the clans in his living memory, and meeting in a full downpour would surely sour the moods of many.
It had been Tiberius' decision to hold the gathering on the plains of Harkkul. These simple grasslands were a cross-roads of Mandalorian culture, much like the internal factions that currently divided the clans.
To the west stood the ancient bastion city of Keldabe, it's iron spires rising amongst the forests and rugged hills. Parts of tbe city were built from the hulls of the ancient starships that first brought the clans to this world during their exodus from the Core.
To the east glared the white-hot sands around the domed-city of Sundari, a tribute to Mandalorian ingenuity despite the harsh conditions of the land. And yet, it also stood as a reminder of the terrible civil wars of the past that scarred their world ans nearly ruined the clans.
Between the two regions stood the Tiberius on the Plains of Harkkul. The grasslands were dotted with relics from bygone eras. Here and there, partial bones from the colossal mythosaurs rose from the earth in a bronze hue weathered by time. Amongst the bones stood smaller craved gray stones. Some telling histories, others clan members while others were once structures now tumbled or prayer alters where warriors would over tribute before going on a hunt or entering battle.
"This planet is just as diverse as its peoples", Tiberius said aloud. "I pray the clans can come together here to find common cause and purpose behind a new Manda'lor, if any of the contenders can prove worthy. Or else we may have another civil war on the horizon.....and this one may pail the past conflicts by comparison...." he trailed off staring at the distant white sands.
As a beskar smith and Rally Master of Clan Saxon, Tiberius had been chosen by Gar Saxon and many other of the different clan leaders to guide this gathering and the following challenges. Tiberius wanted to see his people strengthened, the clans united, yet he did not seek the Mantle of Manda'lor. But he would lend all his strength to his brethren to aid them in their trials, to keep the ancient traditions, and to hold the contestants to the codes of honor.
He returned then to his duties, climbing a few short stairs to the top of a large stone dias. It stood slightly raised above the plains, open on all sides so those that gathered would be able to see and hear each challenger speak. Slightly off-center, Tiberius had arranged his mobile-forging station for the ceremony, while behind it, his attendants from Clan Saxon hung two banners: the common Mandalorian Mythosaur skull to mark unity amongst all gathered, and the banner of the Great Forge.
By tradition, when there was no reigning Manda'lor to answer a challenger directly, each contestant who wished to compete for the title of Mandalore had to present a beskar ingot from their Clan or world. Tiberius would test each one, in turn for its properties and purity. While not an official trial of the contest, it was a very symbolic one that all Mandalorians watching would be eager to see who's iron was superior, as many took it to relate to the qualities of the contestant who presented it.
Distant whines of ship engines caught his attention, as in the adjacent fields many transports, gunships, and fighter craft had began to land. Additionally, from the cities, farms, and hamlets, Tiberius could see Mandalorians walking in columns behind their clans banner, making their way across the plan to the stone dias.
It was time.
Tiberius donned his helm and stoked the forges fire hotter until its center was a white glow. He nodded to his attendants to begin. One began to rhythmically strike a large drum, carrying deep booms across the plains, while the others joined Tiberius in song:
"Hùg hó ill a ill ó
Hùg hó o ró nàill i
Hùg hó ill a ill ó
Seinn oho ró nàill i.
Moch sa mhadainn is mi dùsgadh,
Is mòr mo shunnd is mo cheòl-gáire;
On a chuala mi am Prionnsa,
Thighinn do dhùthaich Chloinn Ràghnaill.
Gràinne-mullach gach rìgh thu,
Slàn gum pill thusa Theàrlaich;
Is ann tha an fhìor-fhuil gun truailleadh,
Anns a’ ghruaidh is mòr nàire."
Link to Song!
Their voices carried the ancient tune of the uniting clans upon the wind, and as his fellow Mandalorians arrived with their banners in their hundreds and then thousands, Tiberius was filled with pride and joy as they too joined the song and continued the chorus over and over, rising louder and louder, until all clan banners were present.
"Mar ri barrachd na h-uaisle,
Dh’ èireadh suas le deagh nàdar;
Is nan tigeadh tu rithist,
Bhiodh gach tighearna nan àite.
Is nan càraicht an crùn ort
Bu mhùirneach do chàirdean;
Bhiodh Loch Iall mar bu chòir dha,
Cur an òrdugh nan Gàidheal.
Hùg hó ill a ill ó
Hùg hó o ró nàill i
Hùg hó ill a ill ó
Seinn oho ró nàill i!!!!!!!!"
Tiberius sang and waited to see who would step forth on to the dias to contend for the title of Manda'lor.
Location: The plains of Harkkul, Mandalore
Thunder rolled over the southern mountains and the wind carried the smell of rain from the storm brewing there. Tiberius peered into the dark clouds to judge their movement, and determined the rain may take all day to reach the plains, which suited him fine. A gathering such as this had not happened amongst the clans in his living memory, and meeting in a full downpour would surely sour the moods of many.
It had been Tiberius' decision to hold the gathering on the plains of Harkkul. These simple grasslands were a cross-roads of Mandalorian culture, much like the internal factions that currently divided the clans.
To the west stood the ancient bastion city of Keldabe, it's iron spires rising amongst the forests and rugged hills. Parts of tbe city were built from the hulls of the ancient starships that first brought the clans to this world during their exodus from the Core.
To the east glared the white-hot sands around the domed-city of Sundari, a tribute to Mandalorian ingenuity despite the harsh conditions of the land. And yet, it also stood as a reminder of the terrible civil wars of the past that scarred their world ans nearly ruined the clans.
Between the two regions stood the Tiberius on the Plains of Harkkul. The grasslands were dotted with relics from bygone eras. Here and there, partial bones from the colossal mythosaurs rose from the earth in a bronze hue weathered by time. Amongst the bones stood smaller craved gray stones. Some telling histories, others clan members while others were once structures now tumbled or prayer alters where warriors would over tribute before going on a hunt or entering battle.
"This planet is just as diverse as its peoples", Tiberius said aloud. "I pray the clans can come together here to find common cause and purpose behind a new Manda'lor, if any of the contenders can prove worthy. Or else we may have another civil war on the horizon.....and this one may pail the past conflicts by comparison...." he trailed off staring at the distant white sands.
As a beskar smith and Rally Master of Clan Saxon, Tiberius had been chosen by Gar Saxon and many other of the different clan leaders to guide this gathering and the following challenges. Tiberius wanted to see his people strengthened, the clans united, yet he did not seek the Mantle of Manda'lor. But he would lend all his strength to his brethren to aid them in their trials, to keep the ancient traditions, and to hold the contestants to the codes of honor.
He returned then to his duties, climbing a few short stairs to the top of a large stone dias. It stood slightly raised above the plains, open on all sides so those that gathered would be able to see and hear each challenger speak. Slightly off-center, Tiberius had arranged his mobile-forging station for the ceremony, while behind it, his attendants from Clan Saxon hung two banners: the common Mandalorian Mythosaur skull to mark unity amongst all gathered, and the banner of the Great Forge.
By tradition, when there was no reigning Manda'lor to answer a challenger directly, each contestant who wished to compete for the title of Mandalore had to present a beskar ingot from their Clan or world. Tiberius would test each one, in turn for its properties and purity. While not an official trial of the contest, it was a very symbolic one that all Mandalorians watching would be eager to see who's iron was superior, as many took it to relate to the qualities of the contestant who presented it.
Distant whines of ship engines caught his attention, as in the adjacent fields many transports, gunships, and fighter craft had began to land. Additionally, from the cities, farms, and hamlets, Tiberius could see Mandalorians walking in columns behind their clans banner, making their way across the plan to the stone dias.
It was time.
Tiberius donned his helm and stoked the forges fire hotter until its center was a white glow. He nodded to his attendants to begin. One began to rhythmically strike a large drum, carrying deep booms across the plains, while the others joined Tiberius in song:
"Hùg hó ill a ill ó
Hùg hó o ró nàill i
Hùg hó ill a ill ó
Seinn oho ró nàill i.
Moch sa mhadainn is mi dùsgadh,
Is mòr mo shunnd is mo cheòl-gáire;
On a chuala mi am Prionnsa,
Thighinn do dhùthaich Chloinn Ràghnaill.
Gràinne-mullach gach rìgh thu,
Slàn gum pill thusa Theàrlaich;
Is ann tha an fhìor-fhuil gun truailleadh,
Anns a’ ghruaidh is mòr nàire."
Link to Song!
Their voices carried the ancient tune of the uniting clans upon the wind, and as his fellow Mandalorians arrived with their banners in their hundreds and then thousands, Tiberius was filled with pride and joy as they too joined the song and continued the chorus over and over, rising louder and louder, until all clan banners were present.
"Mar ri barrachd na h-uaisle,
Dh’ èireadh suas le deagh nàdar;
Is nan tigeadh tu rithist,
Bhiodh gach tighearna nan àite.
Is nan càraicht an crùn ort
Bu mhùirneach do chàirdean;
Bhiodh Loch Iall mar bu chòir dha,
Cur an òrdugh nan Gàidheal.
Hùg hó ill a ill ó
Hùg hó o ró nàill i
Hùg hó ill a ill ó
Seinn oho ró nàill i!!!!!!!!"
Tiberius sang and waited to see who would step forth on to the dias to contend for the title of Manda'lor.
