The nations are in preparation for a march upon the Maw. And one thing, no matter where you hail from, is required for success.
 
Faith.
 
Those in touch with the Pantheon above, priests and priestess preparing festivals to ensure the ones above watch upon their children below. The blessing of the Pantheon touching upon the soul of each and every faithful, providing them its protection.
 

 
  
And the first to host the festival is Dal'Thala. Led by Daralis, who marches from nation to nation, ensuring they all have what is necessary to have their own.
 
Around the growing runeoak, candles are set, a calling of the Faith to come. The final pieces to the march upon Sin.
 
 
FESTIVAL DAL'THALA
FRIDAY, 7/14
6 PM EST

Quote:"So long ago now, were the days now called Ragnarok. The darkest nights for many of our lifetimes, yet those cruel and heartless scum who bear us ill will... seek to heighten that standard. Humanity has decided to fight back. Humanity has since Ragnarok, found its footing in many ways. We have remained strong, even when the skies above were darker than the blackest mire.

Ad Astra per Aspera; from the mud do we rise to the stars. How ironic, then, that it be the Church of Aspera which rose to such heights in this time. How beautiful. For we were dragged into the mud, but we rose to become stronger than ever before. These days, our faith is strong. In Athelios' name do we of Aphros live and breathe.

Now that mankind marches upon this great evil, I ask that you lend me your ears. The Church of Aspera will aid to this endeavor the one way it feasibly can. By lending that faith in Athelios, to the betterment of man. We ask that you sit with us, and pray. Pray together, with all your faith and all your heart. All your very soul. And lend your faith to the forces of man. In the battle against humanity's greatest nemesis, this is one step anyone can take.

And gods above, if anyone tries to interrupt this with cackles and grand speeches I will throw them out the door myself. You know who you are.

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While many have reason for jubilation and revelry, we come in the memory of those who we have lost. We stand as a bulwark not because it is the easy thing to do, but because it is waht those who came before us fought, bled and died for. In their memory we come togethe, to honor both their sacrifices in the likeness of The Father, but to also renew our fervor and confidence. 

We have faced loss. And we rise once again in defiance. 

We have faced destruction. And we have rebuilt out of spite. 

We have looked at Hel in it's ugly Maw, and we spat in their faces even in defeat. 

Each time we fall we rise stronger. And in the name of the fallen we shall do it again. 

So come, let us praise their memory. Let us remind ourselves of what and who we fight for. And let us all finally take that moment to greive, as I know I'm not the only one who has held that feeling back since the loss of New Dexia. 

And when its all over... Let us sharpen our blades and ready our spells. To do what must be done in the name of The Shattered and those who have fallen. 

Praise Be...

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We stand now at a precipice. Many times in the history of Meranthe have these moments come; moments that define our future as not only a people, but a land as a whole.

Moments that have the eyes of more than just the world, but those so far beyond and above us.

Tonight, there will be gatherings of those faithful to our virtuous patrons. To show them the fervor of their children; to show them that we are worthy inheritors of the land they've left to us. We will and must preserve it with all of our beings. With body, with magic, and as the world gathers today, with faith.

We will do our part, in this and the wars to come, as we always have and always will.

There would be little to inspire us in a world so devoid of Their colors, after all.