For a solid hour, Ralasizon talked on the matters concerning Blackhill, detailing how exactly an Allfather was chosen, and how such a practice began. Ralasizon explained that, when the Pact-Bound of Order did as he had, other Keepers and their Pact-Bound were displeased that a kingdom was forming in the name of a single keeper. To preserve the Order of the world, what his master keeps dearly, the Pact-Bound issued a declaration to the people of Blackhill. They must prepare themselves for what is to come, for the Pact-Bound of Order must preserve order. Ralasizon detailed on what was to come, making sure not to miss a detail. The Pact-Bound of Order stood in the center of the budding city of Blackhill, and let his voice be heard, making a declaration. 'The men of Blackhill shall return to their stations, but do not lift their arms.' The man had a plan, and set himself to work.<br/><br/>Letters left Blackhill almost constantly for the next few days, as the Pact-Bound or Order wrote invitations. He was summoning other Pact-Bound of other Keepers to Blackhill. Knowing he was ill-suited to debate with some -such as the wild and undisciplined Pact-Bound of Chaos- The Pact-Bound of Order summoned the others in a specific order, waiting a day or two, depending on estimated travel times, to ensure that the Pact-Bound he could rely on to assist in this grand discussion would arrive first. He just had to hope and wait for the letters to reach their destinations in time, before the Keepers chose to make a move. And so he simply waited, the people of Blackhill shielded by the risky gamble of a single Pact-Bound. At this point, a student raised their hand and Ralasizon nodded to them<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Yes?"</span><br/><br/><i>"Where you summoned to this meeting, Grandmaster?"</i><br/><br/>Ralasizon chuckled.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"No, no. This was before my time. Though my master has made me acutely aware of it, for reasons that do not pertain to this class."</span><br/><br/>With that, Ralasizon continued. It took a month before the first of the Pact-Bound to arrive. It was Knowledge, who he needed to outline a possible accord between all the Pact-Bound. Though no help when it came to the discussion, the information that Knowledge provided The Pact-Bound of Order was invaluable. And when he was done,  stayed within Blackhill, teaching the masses as they waited. During the planning between Order and Knowledge, Fate appeared next. She was one that could help him with the ones such as The Pact-Bound of Conquest. The two Pact-Bound passed the time until Ambition finally arrived. Though he was arrogant in his own right, Order and Ambition reached an accord, where Ambition would calm his ally Chaos for Order.<br/><br/>And more began to show. Oddly enough, The Pact-Bound of the Unknown arrived next. Followed by Treachery and Insanity in unison. Then Chaos, who nearly broke out in combat against Order simply on principle. Then came Vengeance, adorned with the fresh skulls of those who dealt major slights to other mortals. Next, Agony, still wet with blood. Conquest arrived next, an entire army of homeless souls arriving with him. And when 11 of the Pact-Bound had gathered, a simple old man hobbled out of the masses of Blackhill, proudly wearing the mark of the Keeper of Secrets. It seems the Pact-Bound of Secrets had been in Blackhill all along.<br/><br/>With all the Pact-Bound gathered, The Pact-Bound of Order locked them away in a room and allowed discussions to begin. What was said in that room is a sacred secret of the Line of Allfathers and the Pact-Bound. But it took twelve weeks for them to come to a decision. And they stepped out of the room, Conquest and Vengeance, the physically strongest Pact-Bound carrying the remains of the room's furniture. The last to leave was the Pact-Bound of Secrets, slipping out as Order addressed the crowd.<b><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00"> "Whosoever can brave the room alone and leave unmarked may lead the people of Blackhill. Else Blackhill shall fall to the wrath of the Keeper"</span></i></b>And with that, the Pact-Bound left.<br/><br/>The people were left confused and stunned. The door had been shut by the Pact-Bound. And one by one people entered the room. It took some time, as twelve weeks passed again as the people of Blackhill. About a dozen strong men had went in first, and a couple of hours later, they were drug away once they stumbled out and collapsed. One man went in in the dead of night and barred himself within the room, having enough food to last a month if the door did not come crashing down. The Pact-Bound had set up twelve seperate chairs and tables within the room, with a book open and waiting to be read. And the man simply began to read. And, after twelve weeks, he came out, thin as a rail but otherwise alive. He had realized the Keepers -through their Pact-Bound- had agreed to share Blackhill's worship, so long as the leader would commune with them individually to ensure there is no bias.<br/><br/>Ralasizon then sighed, more out of speaking for so long on the subject, allowing time for the students to process it all while he gave his voice a rest. And then more questions began to come, eating up about ten minutes of time before Ralasizon turned to Araminia.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Lady Araminia, perhaps you could tell us the differences in historical records this topic has between Whitemarsh and The Enclave?"</span>he asked, though there was a subtle hint that noted this was not a request.