Ii'Jyka'Vaar clears her throat, not because of nervousness or similarities to that, just for her to get a grip and clear her mind of the hatred she has for this group she is about to put a vow to.. to remove the distaste as it were..
She reaches out tot he skull when offered tentatively by last new-comer who just swore his oath to the Black Fleet..
"Survival is on all our minds, killing the great enemy is a second best only to survival, I can accept that as a good basis for a mutual understanding...
she pauses a few seconds.. to keep her momentum and thoughts clear and going.. she then takes the skull from his hands, draws her Nagamaki, holds it above the control skull holding it by the blade, so some of her blood spills onto the skull, and drones out;
"...I, Githees Sarth’Gar Ii'Jyka'Vaar gi Dhar'Gi'Ghaaz, only survivor of the band of the Azure Eye, vow to work with or in the Black Fleet to my best efforts, for the survival of all Children of Gith.. those within and outside of the Black Fleet. I will do this for the duration of this operation till all parties included in this ceremony are satisfied it is completed.."..
She then offers the skull to anyone else who wishes to take the vow.
When the skull is taken from her hand, she then and only then sheathe's the blade again...
Weapon description:
(for those new to the group..)
The Nagamaki:
The hilt and blade of this weapon are made from one single piece of black indefinable material, it seems to suck the light away slowly, but only very close to itself.
The weapon is heavy, however, it feels very smooth to handle, the weapon is not much bigger then the normal version of it, but just that more dense, the big rock went completely into the making, nothing got wasted, as the 'metal' formed itself more and more as it was beaten into shape by the weapon smith as if the 'intelligence within was slowly understanding what we wanted and adjusting itself, shrinking to accommodate our wishes, but we had to mold it physically to 'make it understand' .
The handle of the weapon is overlain with the stony grey hide of a Darkmantle, hold fastened with semi liquid godsteel.
Xer'mun smiles at the Double Mind's use of the ancient tongue. He steps forward solemnly and purposefully from the shadowy bench he had been. The githwarrior takes up the skull and looks intently at the device and utters a soft whisper. A long ebony haft seems to grow in his other hand, topped with a shimmering and shifting axehead of silver. Runes in the Old Speech dance upon the astral halberd, words that impress hunger and hatred for illithid blood onto the viewer's mind. He then looks around to the others with unwavering intensity.
"Brothers, I would serve you without oath or invocation, as befits the People; but I bind myself, Xer'mun gi'Ij'akzul of the Silver Stalkers from the Band of Silver, in the name of the Forerunners, and the Liberator herself, to honor the blood that flows in each of you, to protect it as I am able, until my leaving, in life or death. May we bring death to the Enslavers and make all roads safe for the Sons of Gith."
"I ask only to be given the role you would offer a wayfarer and ally, neither to command or be commanded; I will assist you and ask assistance as one would a brother and kin."
He utters the whisper once more and the blade vanishes. The intensity in his bearing fades, making him seem more shadow than Gith. He hands over the skull to either a commander or another newcomer, whoever reaches out for the control skull next. The githwarrior silently returns to his place in the peripheri of things.