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."

[tetsuochii]

Word travels quickly of the movement of those of Viritas.
Swiftly, does it reach the ears of the Republic.

From the Desk of the Commander of the Bastion.

Long have the people of Meranthe endured the advancement of the Crusade.

To the end, of only one Head of the Hydra to remain.

It would have been wise to have kept that head within the shadows. Though, action has been opted upon.

And it will be responded to, with such.

---

The Gloomlight Grove begins preparation to mobilize the Bastion in efforts to halt the fruition of this ritual. Beneath ever-dimming skies, war horns echoes as command posts ignite. An elite squadron is assembled of battle-hardened warriors bearing scars earned in recent campaignes. With them, a supporting force of lesser and non-magi rally beneath the banners of the Bastion, their roles no less vital than that of the next. Together, marching, to overwhelm what should have not come to be.

Flags of Black & White held high.

[ExaByte]

Where one goes, the other is sure to follow. 
In accordance with the declaration made by Gloomlight, it likely comes as no shock that word from Martyr's Virgil follows soon after. The Republic marching as one in preparation to intervene in the works of the Hydra. Troopers and rifleman armed to the teeth walk side by side with the forces of the Bastion. Idle banter and jests between them bemoan that there likely won't be a tidal wave to wash away the rot, this time.

From the Office of the Vicar-General:

---

"I wonder, just how long would they have kept this charade going? They pretend at loyalty to their own, some sort of brotherhood in their 'cause'- and yet you all know. You all know how many have been left to languish, discarded without a second thought. The beast of many heads and many wills... completely devouring itself with every passing moment. If they had any sense they'd lay down their arms before their 'martyr' could make sacrifices of them."

"To all of our forces, stand proud. Think of your home, think of your family, think of your future. Take a deep breath-"

"And aim for the wretched beast's heart. Make every shot count. They have much to answer for."

Did anyone expect different?
The Goldlight Order joins the fray.