Copy Warband
nigredo
POWERΣ 255 / 642
- Spectrum
- Moon-Scorched
- Ruler
- ♂ Mars
- Metal
- ♂
- Perk
- +7 Blood
- Office
- The Copy That Marches
- Copy March — the line moves because the line moves
- Fog Crown — the unmarked mistake number for mark
- Flank Ride — the horses circle, the gate does not open
- Broken Rank — one flinch and the band folds
“they march in number. they do not march in mark. the fog is their crown.”
rows of the same face
swords low
riders on the flanks
violet fog between the ranks
they look like an army
they are a copy
no one raises the hand
no one stands the gate
they advance because the one beside them advanced
the Moon scorched the will
and left the formation
Copy Warband is the moon-scorched mass that mistook the sword for the mark.
The Moon gave them ranks.
It did not give them the hand.
They charge the Castle.
The gate does not lower.
They are the vessels the cycle multiplied without sealing.
Sealed form. No further transmutation.
Copy Warband is the tragedy of the copy.
They march.
They do not refuse.
They are the doomer army the cycle dressed as dominion.