The Magnaura

[ULC]

A booming voice is heard from the rear if the Magnaura. A man in red and white, with long black hair tied back, a scar across his left eye, and a piercing gaze of sky blue steps forward.

"Foolish? IN what way Savvas? Foolish is the man who would insult the Basileus without knowing half of what goes on. You think the Basileus took such a decision lightly? Were is your loyalty? Does it evaporate when you don't get what you want? Yet another reason Makedonios makes a better Megas then you."

The man walks further into the light, his voice strong, demanding the attention of everyone in the Magnaura.

"But I think I err here, now is not the time to hurl petty insults. Now is not the time to let personal ambition get in the way of what is right, what is good, and what must be done in the name of the Empire. I know none of you would see what we have all strived for, all built, what all of you put your lives, work, time, effort, blood, sweat and tears into, but the Empire will burn just as surely through neglect, incompetence, short-sightedness, and simple ignorance."

"I can promise you this, things are coming to a head. We are facing a crisis, but not one that many of you seem eager to acknowledge. Civil war is upon us all, whether we like it or not, and we will either take the steps to prevent it, or be consumed by our own egos. Even now, many of you are being manipulated into a course of actions that will rend the Empire a sunder, with you completely ignorant of your part until it is to late and you weep as you have lost everything."

"We must work together, here and now." The man looks over at Aleksios. "I am sorry for forcing our hand so early, but I have lost one of my contacts, and I fear I am next. Better that I speak now, then be silenced so the world may burn."