Chapter One The faces of the greatest warriors of the past ten centuries stared down at Klag, son of M'Raq.
Throughout the Hall of Warriors on Ty'Gokor, a huge, windowless, high ceilinged room carved out of the very rock of the planet's greatest mountain, statues of the strongest
Habnagh rendered some of the finest heroes of the Klingon Empire. They loomed over the warriors assembled for the induction ceremonies for the Order of the
Bat'leth. Captain Klag stood by a barrel of bloodwine. He found the libation to be barely drinkable, but then Klag had always had a more discerning palate than most when it came to alcohol. In order to accommodate the hundreds of warriors present for the induction ceremony who would be spending the entire night in celebration the High Council had ordered the bloodwine in bulk. An Empire still recovering from the economic ravages o ...
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