Hazel, have the Elites pretty much become a branch of the Resistance? Or have disbanded them and I missed it?

@Admins

Is it possible to add a new area to the Kyngdom Group thread for the Resistance? 

I don't know how to do that, but I've passed your request on to our webmaster.

Admin

Lol

Wow, we're really far apart! I can meet you in the northern barelands in a few days. I'd be more than happy to get out of the cold.

The Resistance now has their own spot on the Kyngdom Groups thread! Thanks, Admins and the webmaster!!!

You're welcome!

Admin

All right! See you there! Do you have a plan as of yet?

A figure walks into the clearing. A few creatures look up, startled, others tense and get ready to run, yet others hide themselves to wait for the figure to reveal itself. I am the figure, the figure is me.

A cape is flung open, long hair is revealed. A pale face, arms stretched to the sky. A cry few can comprehend is let out into the night. The ones near enough to hear shiver at the sound. Sorrow is deep, deepness holds sorrow. 

Eyes glitter beneath the moon, and tears splash onto the earth. The silver liquid full of meaning. Hands drop down and clench. Anger is quick to come, the quickest to come is anger.

The girl in the clearing turns away from the sympathetic eyes, away from the questioning glances. The air is full of silence, but there is not peace. Strange things will be happening, the happening will be of strange things. 

Memories drift on the breeze. You can catch them not, yet they catch you. You are enveloped with emotion. Broken ties, lost homes, betrayal. Pain is definite, definitely there will be pain.

I silently walk through the opening doors of the hall, smiling and slightly limping. The Leader has called a meeting with the Black Skull, and all of them have arrived sharply on time, no doubt. I'm a bit late, but my excuse is my injury. 

I open the polished mahogany doors of the large dome and walk in to my designated seat. Others glance at me and nod, but some people continue to tell reports until the biggest doors open, and two guards escort the Leader in. 

We all rise, and he sits down at the farthest end of the huge table. I slightly look around the room, and notice it has a balcony where other lesser officials are standing, watching the meeting progress. 

I look back over at the Leader, and he motions his arms to sit down, and we all silently do. 

He glances over at his speaker, and mutters something. The speaker nods and moves closer to his small, almost desktop, microphone. 

"The Leader wishes to know the status of Regeux."

I clear my throat and move closer to the microphone. "Terminated, sir."

I move my papers and look up slightly, and the Leader nods. 

We continue with our meeting, and different officials fill the Leader in on their reports, until the Leader finally decides to speak. 

"As you all know," he says slowly. "We were responsible for funding the Great Fanham bombing. The KTO plans to demolish Mer comepletely next. Any objections?"

Silence. 

"Good. Now I hope that you all will be attending be Annual Ball of Flowers. Thank you for attending today's meeting."

We all depart silently.