Throughout the expanding city a fervor was spreading every person who has joined the Imperium heard Corvin's words, they were shown the truth, they were shown how he felt. In one of the newly constructed houses three women with skills of seamstresses were weaving together strands of raven feathers that they collected each day. They took each feather and made thin fiber strings out of them to be woven together to create a banner. They were not asked to do this, there was no order for a banner to be made yet they began the work anyways. They worked with a zeal weaving each carefully made string together, their devotion show strong causing the very obsidian magic in the air to weave into its structure causing each strand to glisten with a metallic luster. A raven with its wings out stretched was woven into the center, three miniature void stones crown the overhead symbolizing Corvin's will and Obsidian order. The fabric it self seemed to drink in the very light, with the banner completed it even seemed when it moved it shimmered with a obsidian purple glow.
In their house they felt the sense of order grow stronger, the sisters immediately ran to report this to the closest Legionnaire. The soldier was in shock, and in awe of this banner and upon recovering himself brought them to Veridian. Veridian praised them telling them they must come with him, he turned around beckoning them to follow. They went towards the keep itself with a stride, Corvin was standing on the walls of the keep when he saw Veridian approach holding something with a reverence.
Corvin could instantly feel a subtle connection to what they were holding, he felt whatever they held expand his influence subtly and from it the Obsidios Ordo emitted. Corvin beckoned them over, once they reached him they all went to their knees and the sisters held out to him above their heads the banner that herald his Legions. The banner that would cloak every city and town to come. Corvin's fingers ran the length of the banner, feeling the fabric woven of raven feathers, the obsidian magic enchanted into its very structure. The very act of their belief in Corvin and his will causing the obsidian magic itself to weave into the structure.
Corvin: What are your names ladies?
The Sisters: My name is Rhyla Koldbon. My name is Vera Koldbon. My name is Xerah Koldbon my Lord.
Corvin: I am proud of what you have created, of what you have achieved! From this day forth this banner shall cloak every building of every city, every village, and it shall cloak the very Legion themselves. This banner shall herald the coming of my Legions across the battlefields spreading order to those who deserve it and dread to those who do not. You three from this day forward shall bear the title and be known as the Obsiaven Weavers, a title that represents my very magic and the raven of which this banner shows. You three shall also produce every banner, every piece of clothing for my Legions.
Obsiaven Weavers: We shall with honor our Lord; as they bow ever deeper, pledging themselves to him further. We shall fit your Legion with fabric that shall be unnaturally durable and let lose dread among your enemies our Lord and Master.
Corvin: Veridian send them off and be sure a building is constructed for them to begin work and mass production to out fit the growing Legion and to have a banner placed on every gate house, on all side of the Tower, and have them placed on each intersection of road.
Veridian: Yes my Lord, your will shall be spread throughout!
Veridian and the Obsiaven Weavers leave in stride to begin their task just given. Everything has begun in full swing from the sweltering furnaces of the forge hall to the very outer walls of Obsidios Lithos. When the legionaries were not drilling they patrolled the streets and manned the battlements of the growing outer walls in constant vigilance. the Raven circled the grow city and constantly flew out keeping ever dark vigil against any would be intruders.
The growing outer battlements, held four massive gatehouses and across the walls held towers that would later hold siege weapons and hosts of archers. Across the battlements, crenels and merlons were built into the walls to provide cover and firing room for the archers on top. The very walls and gatehouses made of dark obsidian stone, far more durable than normal stone walls, the walls themselves were foreboding to any enemy force set to march against them. Every gate main roads leading to the keep gates, branching off on side streets filled with newly built houses, bakeries that held fresh warm artistic bread. Throughout the streets you could hear the steps of people baking that bread, the hammer on anvil, the setting of stones for ongoing construction of houses and the Hall of Obsiaven.
A hall of great length that will house the Obsiaven Weavers and their subordinates, and one day massive looms capable of producing banners and textiles on a unprecedent scale. This very hall a symbol and foundation of what faith in Corvin could do. With enough belief Obsidian was woven into structure. And on these sisters because of this they received a brand as of recognized by the obsidian magic itself. For their loyalty and dedication to Corvin and his vision.
The plans have been set, the preparations for the nascent Imperium's first siege lies over the horizon. The first true test and if it is overcome shall further elevate it's influence and by affect Corvin's across the lands. The clouds continue to writhe with in his domain, the very tower itself seems to pulse with a rhythm match Corvin's will. Soon his legion shall march and bring his dark fury and order upon the ones who ignited his wrath. They shall know a fear that is primal, they will know pain that one could not fathom.
It is not a hero that brings Order, it is not a savior that exacts retribution. It is a dark will of a villain some would say to do what needs to be done.