Weddings always come with fun surprises. Announcements, little bits of gossip. Shocks. In this particular one? Mettadora decided to announce that she lost the wedding present for Aatrigor and Ospirin. Where did she lose it? Ravenhold~

So, some non-magi clad in black armor would show up to start setting up some war camps. Metta herself has decided that Aatrigor and Ospirin would be the ones to lead this little venture...but she will still be partaking. There is a very particular individual she wants to see.

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Giancarlo my darling mentor. I witnessed you become a true warrior bathed in blood as you and yours took on that odd little place with the funny little name. Now, we want to pay you a visit and see what fun toys you have. See I lost a wedding present there, somewhere. Dunno where but I'll know it when I see it. Hopefully we'll run into each other while I go searching through that fortress, hm?

See you soon~

-Mettadora

Quote:"Bathed in blood, Mettadora? ...Please. Even though I have been part of a war, no blood was shed by me, no blood bathed my spirit, even when I had the opportunity to succumb to my primitive instincts - for I have always been the master of my own destiny. Unlike you, your fear, you have always been a hostage to it... Witnessed the destruction of your own kind, and with you, it will be no different. It will not be different for any demon, of any kind. It is time for me to rectify some mistakes."

— Giancarlo Marques, The Pillar of Spirits and Protector of The Dead.

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'Love and war.'

Your attempts at poetry are blown to smithereens under the simple pretense of what you are, Mettadora. There is no love under the Veil of nothingness you wish to bring over our lands. Your people follow you blindly to their own bitter end, for they are negligent to the fact that if you succeed they will be next.

I had assumed that after the exposition of Penumbra as well as the underwhelming performance of your fighters in the Dark Tournament you'd buckle in and try to grow your own forces. It seems I was wrong, you will continue your rampage until you are exterminated with no rhyme or rhythm.

Come to Ravenshold, come. Gala's gratitude is immense we don't have to come to you. 

Yet know, they are not going to be left alone. The Warriors of Light, Gala's emissaries will be waiting. Those of Londo are also welcome to join.

Your people will suffer, and it will be nobody's fault but their own. 

- Adrian Alinteau, Bishop of the Church of the Night Mother's Vigil. 

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All of your little responses to such a trivial matter have been quite adorable. We'll see how it all goes in this fun little skirmish. I do so look forward to how it all plays out~