Beauty of Annihilation [PUBLIC EVENT]

[Folian]

Hands have held idle far too long.
Machinations brewing, amidst the blood of a hydra drowning the west.
Following the destruction of Pscaela, the City of Art that remained as the sole bastion of the darker powers swelled with the influx of newcomer. Entropy lead way to change... Yet plans of the city's leadership were briefly paused.

Until now.

The Shades of Mydaea's canvas, alongside a smaller contingent of Viritas' forces are seen making their way to the Tower of Aetius; the foot of the Gods' power in Meranthe, where Mount Pavonis once stood in ages past. They begin the first steps of a rite of black magic... With little effort made to conceal themselves.

She shall be freed.

[OOC: this is a public ritual. An intent to interrupt will follow raid-like rules.]

Date: Saturday, July 26th, 4pm EST

[Shelpies]

One man, one sorcerer,
Alone.

"I'm not the petty sort."
"But fuck your ritual. Fuck you and fuck everythin' you stand for."

"It's a little personal."