Heavenly Blossoms

[Tristam]

Year 2135AC

As the Final Frontier raises its mechanical defenses, the Carnation District in the hills north of the city was more silent than usual. Since the departure of Azalea and the Withering of Solais, the village-like extension had less activity than before through the diaspora. A simpler place, for simpler people living in through their faith and their daily mundane tasks.

But with the incoming invasion, the District was still. A lack of motivation and a raising concern about the grim future ahead froze all diligence of its villagers, afraid and wondering what to do in such. While still allied within their neighbours, most of its inhabitants did not share the current aspirations of the Frontier. And without a guide to set a direction, many felt lost.

The inhabitants turned towards the Heavenly Blossom Church. On top of it, often the Radiant of Life Svengalf was seen in meditation. Alone with no one else on his side. The Church hasn't gathered a lot of activity since their departures. And finding new blood to fill the ranks have been unsuccessfull.

 Observing the horizon on the north, watchfull of the impending thread coming. And turning towards the South, with a sorrowfull expression towards the town and the lifeless remains of the Tree of Hope. Many thoughts gather through is mind, as he watches over then the Carnation District, observing the gloom of the faithfulls.

He was a figure of times in peace, where he inspired Hope and Ethics to his people, where Science, Civilisation, Faith and Nature, could blend in harmony together. Nowadays ? This seems to have lost its shine. It needed a polish.

Therefore, in the following days, a call to gather the Alacritan Diaspora to meet back together for the populace who still had faith on the Radiant. Words between their relatives and friends were exchanged, as some of the emmigrants return to listen to him. Some scholars of the Frontier with more temperance in their creations, also joined to listen to him.

And within the central place of the Carnation District, Svengalf expresses to the populace, standing with a solemn expression, wary, but determined.
Someone took the time to capture his voice in a retranscription :

People of the Carnation District, People of the Final Frontier. People of the Lady Silver. People of Meranthe. I thank you all to answer my call in this day. Long it has been since I have made a public presentation within the city. And for long, I have been held through many hardships slowing my pace.
I, for sure, must reassure first : there is no guilt to feel if you also have been feeling away after those events. The loss of many figures within our community can certainly be wearying upon our morale where we would seek a place to ressource ourselves. And it can be worse too, when the place we call home has drastically changed from our daily lives.
The ongoing Diaspora is an understandable decision. I am even glad, if people can find solace within Arcadia too. For those who have still have this park to move forward, continue with such pace. Maintain your smile and your pride to aspire others and brighten their days !

But today, I will be adressing for those who feel lost and powerless through the incoming invasion. An understandable sentiment, when we stand against the odds. Many would ask, how can they face against the horde of demons and undead creatures rushing through our lands ? How could a non magi face against such massive Fel horde ?

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What if I told you, that the invasion has already started ? And that we are already in the middle of this invisible battle ? A battle, in which you all can make the difference already.

The war against the Fel is not only through the army on a frontline. But it is also into the backline our warriors try to protect us. When Pylae lead his army with his Spear and Hope against Moros, Alacritas stood behind near the populace to protect them with her Shield against the Sins and Despair. Through her unconditional love and kindness, she offered her helping hand for those who felt lost and astray with a purpose in their Life. Bashing away the invisible malicious forces, she inspired the Living to find Mirth to shine brighter than the abysses. She teached us the emotions of our spirits, and showed the beauty of Eternia, worth to protect and save.

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We have been conceived in the image of angels, beings of purity, wisdom and strength. But conceived free, without the wings to weight our shoulders with a burden from our mistakes. Even if we are imperfect, we can learn from our flaws and defeats, to grow stronger and relieved !
And even if your arms can not hold a blade or a pitchfork to rend the fetid scales and furs of our foes, your hands are blessed with the power of Creation.
We have the ability, unlike other living beings, to shape and bend our physical world through our Creativity. We can conceive anything. From towns, to monuments, to everyday objects, bend the land to grow sustenance, conceive artefacts, and more ! A certainly, where one may lack physical strength, balances through manual creativity and dexterity !

The Constants and the Pantheon, along with the Divine Dragons and Beasts and spirits have created many wonders. But what has Hel created? Nothing. They are a tyrant, a bully, jealous of our Creations and only seek to steal what is not rightfully theirs. Like an emotional abusers, it tries to tempt us with poisoned gifts and temptations, while ours are meaningfull from our hearts.
And even if they shall destroy our creations, then so be it. We can always build better !

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But actions speak louder that my words.
Artisans, Scholars and Workers of all kind, blessed by Ether or not, to encourage and uplift your wisdom and your creativity, and spark once more the temperance of our finest production, I have one favour to ask you all. Use your gift to help humanity. Prepare their armors, their weapons. Set the defenses and traps to slow the invaders. Prepare rations to stand long against the siege. Listen to your family and your friends, appease their worries, offer a warm loaf of bread to a beggar in need. Stand for the people, like how the Lady of Silver stood in the past.
Focus upon your passion, I bring ores, clothes, and grain for all of you to work with. It shall cover the production to the essentials of a solid defense to help our warriors. Coins will also be given to help financing the missing costs of your creations.

Everyone has a role to play in this invasion. You are never alone, as our souls shine in a Silver glow under the watchfull, loving embrace of the Lady Silver !

Following these words, Svengalf's retainers duo bring a carriage full of crates. Revealing their content, it had a large supply of material to prepare the artisans to the defenses to come. While the retainers were busy distributing the supplies offered by the Radiant, a group of volunters went to gather lumber in the Arcadian Forest.

Altough... they have been late in their returns. An unatural storm occured within the woods. The witnesses are unsure of what happened but witnesses mentionned that the forest suddenly died in a cold tempest, and then revived through warm gusts ?

The Radiant of Life  was found at leat andreturned with the volunters, battered and with scabs on his skin. He was injured, but could still stand a walk without impediment. But he remains confident, despite the weakness post battle.

But most importantly, with a new shipment of lumber helped through the collaboration of the Aerodynes of Arcadia and the Workers of the Frontier and the District.

To be continued?