While all of the talk in the room was focused on Arex, he himself seemed to be preoccupied with his own thoughts. Standing near the edge of the great room next to the windows. It was a clear night sky with all the brilliant stars out in the night. Arex was standing next to a table with a record player playing at a very low volume, a classical opera. One of Arex's favorites as the heroes remembered. His right hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword. The only movement he made was a slight back and forth motion of his thumb on the sword. As if he was calming the sword...<br/><br/>(http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/t_starc2wl_ghostsp_cm_v2_hd00260719-41-59.jpg?t=1333260420)<br/><br/>When the last person spoke of their support for his cause, Arex remained in his thoughts for a few moments then turned around slowly to face the group. His face like that of the days during the Hollowmen crisis. His face showed pain, anger, and vengeance; but they also showed Pain, Anguish, and a thirst for blood that none had seen before.<br/><br/>(http://starcraft2.ingame.de/wiki/images/e/ea/Valerian_1.gif)<br/><br/>"Three months.....Three months of my life has been taken from me. I granted him mercy and respect, and he repays that in kind as Logan always has. With betrayal and cowardice. Never again..." Arex spoke, his legs finally moving towards the group who were several paces away. His legs moved slow and methodical, the room was so quiet all that was making noise was the boots of the King making their loud steps on the intricate carpet beneath his feet.<br/><br/>"Never again shall I be caught off guard by his treachery, Never again shall I trust those who I could in the Royal Guard, Never again shall I grant mercy to those who have turned against me. And when I take back the throne as it should be, I will not be content with the status quo. I shall rebuild Albion, into something greater..." Arex continued. He was now walking through the group, not stopping for anyone. His demeanor had everyone frightened to stop his movements and stand in his way. Each quickly moving out of the way of his path.<br/><br/>"So Logan wants the throne to be his....You can have it for now Dear Brother...Be careful what you wish for Logan..." said Arex as he approached a large map of the world hanging on the far wall. Taking out a dagger from underneath the long cape and stabbed it into the area that had ALBION written on it. The dagger hung there as if the King had declared war in his own right. "You just might get it..." Arex finished.<br/><br/>"I thank each of your for your support in this venture. Each of your skills and special aid will be needed in the days to come. We will have to build an army that of which the world has never seen. Of which I have the perfect plans." Arex said still looking at the dagger.<br/><br/>"<em>Sire, please don't tell me you plan on opening the...</em>" Said one council member before Arex interrupted him.<br/><br/>"Vaults of Sicarus? Yes I do. Two Hundred thousand years of stored manuals, transcripts, weapons, tools, materials, and magical items. Sealed away for a time of great crisis, that can only be opened by the ruler of this realm." Said Arex, the rest of the members of the city began to look uncomfortable at this notion.<br/><br/>"And when I have my army, I shall march into the Capitol and reclaim that which is mine..."