Ad Memoriam [Pscaela vs Drakanspire]

[Drive]

2167 AC - Winter

The mountains of Ten's Citadel covered in snow, calm and quiet after Indras armies left it near uninhabitable - the winds were calm, the skies were cloudy but it was only reminiscent of a quiet winter night, nothing seems out of the ordinary. The winds slightly pick up their pace, passing across the mountains - the ruins of the Shattered Enclave see the winds carrying the snow off the destroyed structures, maintaining the ruins as ruins, albeit a lot more neat now.

The winds travel down the mountains, towards the lava filled Grimjholl the very mountain cleansed not too long ago, and as soon as that happens it would seem that the winds picked up their pace, transforming the night from a calm and peaceful one, to a storm in almost a split second. Those within Drakanspire could feel the intense winds climbing down from the rest of the mountains - snow, cold air and the clouds above merge and the storm transforms into intense hail dropping down upon it's citizens.

Not only is it frozen rain dropping upon them, yet, there is warning through the loud, screaming winds.

"You occupy the lands he cleansed.
Yet you fought at every step of the way to keep him imprisoned.
You were the reason he's no longer able to return.

Do you know what happens when it is my family on the line...?
I am coming for yours.
I am not coming for conquest.
I am not coming for battle.

I will come to end lineages.
Destroy families.
Kill every last one of you.

You brought this upon yourselves.
Take this time to prepare.
For I will not grant you mercy.

Within the winds, the hail and the warning vibrating through the stone keep; those staring outside swear they've seen a face.

Scouts return and state that an army is marching towards the mountain soon after the decleration, they are still a few months away in their travel - and the warning was there out of courtsey and nothing more. They tell of a sizeable force, after all, their equipment only indicating that the goal of such a campaign is to lay waste to the mountain settlement.

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Date: TBA
Goal: Destruction of Drakanspire.

[Sun_Wukong]

2167 AC - Winter

"Mercy?"

"MERCY?!"

The frozen rains hailing down upon them, screaming winds howled, and the clouds build up to darkened the lava filled mountain.

One traveled all the way back from his time of resting, adjusting the bandages tightly.

Then, light pierced through with an ferocious might from one's fist, using up a lot to bring some light back into the sky.

"Let me make one thing clear to you before my boss takes over.
It's one thing to threaten me.
To belittle me.
Call me weak.

It's a whole other thing to threaten the lives of my people.

Send your most powerful storm.
Send in every soldier.
Every firepower you can muster when it comes to facing me.

But I will warn you.

Win or Lose.

Be certain I will die this time.

Because if I am not?

You'll find out just how feral I can be.

And this is a promise I will afford to burn whatever life I have left to do this.

[Gunner]

Winter 2167 A.C

"It seems they beat me to the punch..."

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The North Stirs Once More...

High atop the Drakanspire, the eyes of The Inquisitor had remained fixed in the direction of Pscaela for some time, whether expecting this march to come or planning on herself. In the end, it mattered little as the movement from the south-west was met with an immediate response. 

As a pillar of light pierces the skies above The Spire, courtesy of one Ren Kurosawa, the figure of The Inquisitor stands amidst the ray of sunlight that shines down upon the peaks of Mt. Grimhjall. 

"We occupy the lands WE cleansed as your and yours allowed it to rest in rubble and obscurity
As you festered in your hives of debauchery and depravity
As you clung to a past that just like you deserves to be dead and buried. 

So come.

Come and see what I've done with MY mountain. 
Come and witness the might of The Four. 
Come and meet the swift end you always do the second you step against these holy lands. 

And when you turn tail to return and hide within your festering, rebranded pile of scrap and shit?
Expect us.

In Terms You'll Understand
Voluntas Draconum
Ad Victorem"

----
Inquisitor Suzuka Kazana

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Objective : Defend The Spire

[Gunner]

- Date Set -
Sunday May 4th 
4:30 PM EST

[Morg.]

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A simple exchange of letters would be all in which it took for the city of hunters to be set into full motion.

As the denizens of the golden dunes knew the worth of an alliance.

To always aid an ally in need.

As healers of the Drakanspire would be seen descending the mountain, those of the desert would avert their gaze from the wilderness, focusing onto the barracks of the forces of Fel who readied itself for the day of war.

And so, the visage of silhouettes would be seen amidst the storm, of a group of hunters being led by a man wearing a bone mask.

A Hunter, amidst other hunters, one carrying a sword and the desire of his people.

One who carried the voice of the Warmother with them, almost as if spoken through the far winds of the west.

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"We carry the blue of Serenity, the cyan waves in which blocks the darkness of the Fel.

And we are eager.

To wear the crimson red of blood, as we cleanse the land of our allies from the presence of corruption.

May the spirits bless the bold, as we today hunt for the future of this new Meranthe.

Meranthe wrestles with it's demons, and we will conquer them."

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The hunters of Serenity marched alongside of their allies, to protect and cleanse.

And with such a noble desire, a reward would be given to those who also participate of the Season of Hunt.

As all hunters who took part of the war, would be rewarded with 5 Blood Tokens.

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Goal: Defending The Spire.

[Lich4441]

From within the Isle of Nilhirra, some members of the Kingdom and the Circle that controls it, have debts to be repaid to those of Pscaela. In such matters, Agents of the Circle are seen marching alongside the armies of Pscaela. However, there has been no official response from the King or his court. 

It is quite likely that these agents are acting of their own volition, Volunteers; driven by self-interest.

 

Though... there are rumors of the Inquisition's dealings with the Kingdom of Fortune in the form of aid, perhaps a reason for the officials to let such agents be.
 

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Some agents of the Nameless Circle join the war.

 

Objective: Aid Pscaela.