THE CIPHERED NAME YET UNEARNED, THE SCARLET UNSAINT

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It is an insidious thing, the super-organism of Scarlet.
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Bramble-branches of bone and flesh spread underground, breaching through soil, snow and stone in intrusive spicebush, flowering in human eyes and reeking of corpse-stench. On cursory examination, they seem to be like the ever-plentiful sinka; biologically-attuned magi can quickly discern the difference of the sanguine flower and the scarlet nerves of a King ready to breach.
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Hate is its scent, and it spreads throughout Meranthe.
Lesser magi seem to come home bloodied, or burst out in fits of madness-influenced violence. Some are afflicted with deathly neurotoxins, boiling their minds into utter hazes before their bodies fail. Others are simply dismembered into something vaguely nonhuman, left faceless and skinless, like a horde of dead rabbits before a cutthroat slaughterer.
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Delphina is the first to notice such symptoms, but the presence is repelled quickly by the Runeoaks's roots.
Drakonia is given its leers, but few pains break the back of dragons, and it is scoured.
Arcadia's dreary hills are pried open, yet beaten back by the harmonic presence within.
The Tower of Aetius is home to its few sproutlings, the godly spire overshadowing the fleshed presence.
The Shadowlands host their own eyes, devoured like berries by the greater beasts seeing the sensory organs.
The Atrellyan Crescent Fortress, the land whence it called home once, is subject to a fleeting gaze, snuffed by the mien of Death.
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Xuefeng's peaceful wintry landscape is disturbed by sanguine growths of twisting brushes.
The Martyr's Vigil is given a simple leer, leaving bloody puddles upon golden grasses in its wake.
The wilderness, teeming with natural fauna, is afflicted, infected, and left in squalor by bony masses.
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The Final Frontier's arid, tech-filled landscape is made into a coarse, red oil with the evaporation of redundant mass, ruining buried scrap and waste.
The Ten's Citadel is surrounded with patches of rotting blood within the snow, as if a reminder of throneless failures and sanguine foundations.
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The Midpoint's excavations find a mass of muscle and sinew, lashing out and killing several in a faux-landslide.
Prospera's underground facilities are briefly overrun with a forest of bloody vines, an adaptive and fluid force that sloughs against any efforts to excise it.
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The Gloomlight Grove's rivers run red, half-solid and soulless bodies breaking into a light, shambling sprint into the ranks of the Aphrosians before being cut down by the more senior knights and magi.
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7 votes:
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Yet, among them all, a single target is hated most, and draws the entire super-organism from its hibernation; the temple of flesh unshackles, sloughing off its self-imposed stakes of human-sized calcifications, and retreats fully underground for several months. The thorns of incoherence break into blossoming bouquets, the nerves solidifying into pseudo-separate organisms that haunt the southern deserts, closest to the shores. It intensifies, again and again, roaring with sonorous, rumbling noise.
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It is localized within the Kingdom of Serenity.
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The Scarlet King's presence, and hatred, can be felt all throughout Meranthe, yet all signs point to a precipitating storm before the land where the God Killer dwells. Fel activity is exacerbated in the area as the Nightmare Realized begins to form.
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The Archmage Association has upgraded the Scarlet King's threat rating to A.
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[Planned tentatively for Monday ~7PM EST.]
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