Quote:"This is the moment we've dreamed of, brothers and sisters. Here and now, we make our presence understood to the world - not as beasts cast away into the darkest corners of this rock, but as conquerors - a true scourge that will tear down everything they love.
We will bring down their idols, kill their tyrants, and drive all those that ridicule us into hiding. When you fight, do so knowing fully well that they abhor and seek to kill us without mercy.
Do so knowing that you seek for nothing more than your survival, and show them you will stop at nothing to achieve it. The tempest of your magic, the bite of your fang, the rake of your claw - seize them in every capacity until they are at our mercy."

Quote:"For times uncounted for, Demonkind has lived in fear. It was only when a mere mortal opened my eyes to this analogy, that I could speak on his behalf.
Fear is necessary for evolution, the fear that one could be destroyed at any moment, will make you stronger. We have grown, because we have feared, and evolved. 
But no longer. A new age dawns upon Esshar, wherein all our foes wil learn to fear. - And it brings me to wonder, will you evolve, just as we have?"

• The Abyssal Covenant marches for Myllenoris.

— 1751 —

Quote:living side by side

might as well be worlds apart –

city of contrasts

Quote:"Alabastre always remained a safe haven for its people."

"But it seems the rest of the world is only interested when even the smallest spark of dark candle is ignited- sending them to frenzy of panic and reach out as soon as possible. To someone who's not a warrior, it is understandable."

"To someone who is, it looks silly. Though..."

"Make no mistake - Alabastre will stand against the darkness, in defense. It will safeguard the newer generation and those that seek solace from war; and should things get dire, we will lend our forces to battlefield directly. Otherwise?"

"Our presence is felt not with the march of thousand boots."
"Our presence is felt when key figures fall on the opposite side."
"My men will continue the hunt - as they always have. Alone, as they always have."

Quote:"Ever since that meteor came from up above the fight against darkness has touched those who had no intention on partaking in it. I cannot shun a man for being a coward, so long as he accepts he is one.

Those who binds themselves to Helheim remain our enemy. Those who bestowed death upon Ella remain my enemy. Those who come for my family will be met with all I possess.

Etch your worth upon the world if you wish to live, Demons.
Etch your mistake upon my children if you wish to die.

King Alexander, we appreciate your act of defense. We will not reciprocate.

The City of Secrets will welcome the innocent, those who have yet to lose their humanity as we older ones have. For they do not deserve to lose their friends and family as we have.

We will not advance.
We will not meddle.
Seeing this as weakness would be an act of sheer folly."

Quote:"By all means send the children and those that wish not to fight towards Alabastre. The doors have been open here for a number of years - Whether it be for learning or otherwise they can find shelter here.

That said… Those in Alabastre that wish to take a front on this war? Join me. I can’t sit idly by while I know the Demonic threat runs rampant and is now scaling an all out attack alongside Theria. That’s not what my clan would want - This is what should be done.

And Valero? I hope you brought your dancing shoes because I’m coming right for you. This isn’t the friend I made those years ago amongst the Spirit Realm’s waves."

Quote:"It's above all else that we stick to our morals. No matter what Myllenoris have done to wrong us in the past, the threat before them is one that would surely encroach on our lands given victory. So we must fight, not to defend Myllenoris but to defend all of Esshar.


Every man, woman, and child is at risk if we don't stop them here and now. Let this be known as I encourage any and all capable magi to asisst our efforts.

I'll be holding something similar to a training session in the coming times. I want everyone to be ready for the battle at hand, I've fought plenty of Demons in my time and I want to share my experience and knowledge with all of you. This preparation extends to Myllenoris as we accept their invitation to aid them in battle against the dark. Seek me out if you wish to hone your blade, or your magic. I don't plan to stop until I'm ready. I welcome a challenge, and I'd like to see what boot is able to hit me now. I'll show them a blade that's been refined, a blade that would've saved Del.

But let me clarify this now. Do not join if you fear for your life. These monsters feed off the fear we emit, so because of that we must have none. Face darkness in the face and smile. My blade will aim to kill with every swing, these beasts are not worth saving and must be eliminated if we are to win this war.

Never let your light be swallowed by darkness. There is no darkness so dense, so menacing, or so powerful that it cannot be overcome by light." 

Quote:"Theria is a city no one idolizes, no one cares about. It is forgotten and dusty amongst the Tarian mountain range and the only ones who truly care for it is the Barsburg Empire... Only to capture and destroy it.

So it's no wonder they'd enlist demons and moonspawn and witches to assist them. It's no wonder they have traitors within their midsts, or men who are insane enough to steal a deceased brother's face and sew it over his own face. They are desperate to be recognized as something legitimate after Sythaeryn slaughtered most of their Warlords.

They are tugging at pages out of a history book, hoping people will be surprised. We were never surprised; we were just waiting for you to come clean. But here's an important history lesson for you, since you're using that as a crutch:

Approximately 1200 years prior, my ancestor Ersen Astor slew the fearsome leader of Sluthia - The dragon Myndrerrag, with the sword Balmung. For the years past it has been lost, only recently reclaimed and in my hands. If Theria thinks it will not be used again to slay more than just dragons, they are mistaken. I will finish the idea my Mother started and I will ensure you all are completely wiped out."

Quote:"In short - you believe because you have suffered, you are free to inflict that suffering on others."

Quote:Written on a piece of wine-stained parchment, an official letter is scrawled out with a humble response from Nysea's local bar establishment and mercantile powerhouse, Snake Oil.

"War is a nasty thing, kids. It sprouts from greed, vanity, envy, from the pursuit of power and from the ideals of a zealous group of bandits, demons and otherwise who're seeking an easy way to the top. We here at Snake Oil do not condone war, but understand it's just part of how things are, and we choose to support our local military here in Nysea with the production of various materials, equipment and deals to be had for those participating in the war against corruption.

Snake Oil is also seeking out materials and remains produced by the outcome of this war, whether it be from demons or otherwise, and will gladly pay good money for the stuff. Remember kids, War is a nasty thing, and no one likes it, but it sure is profitable."

Sincerely, Boa & Adder, Heads of Snake Oil.

Quote:

Finley Ghede, an elf born of witchblood, declared that my family and I were a rot within this city. That to give us up would preserve Theria without any bloodshed. But we. ARE. THERIANS! Of blood and ash and steel. Any freedoms given away for safety are but a gilded cage, fighting and dying for the right to do what we please is what this city’s principles were founded upon.

I have given everything I have to this city. Many call me a traitor, a schemer, a vagabond who is untrustworthy. And all of these things are entirely true. But none of them apply to you, my dear sons and daughters of the free. We are dragons, and our word is flame. In the eighty eight years since I first arrived here, I have spent everyday fighting for its independence, and I will continue to do so until my last breath.

Quote:"If any of you want to fight against the demons, so be it. You are Therian. You are allowed to do as you please whenever you want. It doesn't matter what you worship, or what you care about, but if your belief that they should be pushed back and away, then do so."
 
"I am not in charge of your life."
 
"I am not in charge of your roads."
 
"If you hate the demons, then so be it. Fly yourselves at them; kill them if you desire to change how Esshar is like. Your life, your choices. Theria is home to the free, and you are free to kill those that you dislike for the better or for the worse.”
(Pachua Drakos)

Quote:"I have lived one hundred and nineteen years. I have been blinded in both eyes, the right popped by a blood magi Rhoynishman who I'd eventually consider a true companion, the right by a lich who turned it to ash with a snap of decay. My left arm wastorn off at the shoulder by an eldritch beast of sentient blood copper I'd eventually slay and forge into my mighty masterkey. My rib cage was turned to dust by a great one of the void, replaced by unyielding mithril that has carried me straight with a metal spine all these years. My heart has been one third disintegrated by a witch and rebuilt with steel, kept in an agonizing state of permafrost and cinder by Uraheim's chill and Ifraheim's flame respectively. My body has been burned, shot, stabbed, beaten, impaled on a fence, skull fractured by crystals, cursed, poisoned countless times, and still I have not fallen. I am the first dragon of Theria, he who was there before even Garljing arrived. My flesh is leather, ash and flame, and my blood is fire, for my heart beats still for the Therian people just a few more years."
(Dun Task)

Quote:"You lot really waited until I was on vacation to do something like this, huh? Speaks volumes about the kind of men you are. Sub-human scum. Someone who sided with a man who tried to poison my father... Isn't fit to be a Dragon Lord. Let alone challenge me for my title. You aren't worthy. So stay off of my mountain, filth. As for my brother Revan? Your days on this world are numbered."
(Valero Task)