Dancers and singers sing praises to the house of Hydraeus, they told stories with their voices and paint scenes with their dance. They told of the founder, the stormgod with his seven heads and they told of the tale of the current Bloodscion.
There was not a lot of battle tale to be told of Kyrexiel's mother, only at the beginning of her reign has she truly done battle, for the rest she preferred to deal with diplomacy and one or two assassinations.
It worked well for her and she was able to take the Great Clan to a great height. Before it was torn away.
"Kyrexiel..." Malak murmured, bringing him back.
"And we will now see a fight between promising young warriors of our Dominion! These are fighters with little resources who still want to fight for the glory of the Dominion! The winner will be given a great reward and if they wish, a position in the blue shield!"
