Extinction (Certain Death)

[Morg.]

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"Meranthe’s soil drinks deeply of fresh blood once more - this time, not from the wounds of war or the rot of disease.

But from Sacrifice, an offering not drawn from foes, but of our own veins, as every Sacrifice shall be an act of love and worship." 

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As the people of Meranthe unites together for the creations of various devices and plans to defend their very own homes and allies, an Gehennan would've finally reached the conclusion of one of her longest works. As an heretical sickness had spread onto Meranthe long before the appearence of the creatures of Chaos, as the balance had been altered long before she herself had reached onto these lands.

An sickness named as Greed has been made it's roots deep onto the hearts of most.

And so, an possible conclusion to such an sickness would've been heard by those in which care to listen to the whispers in the wilds, to those who stand united with the spirits and specially those in which deemed the spirits as nothing but tools.

The age of Tyranny has ended, as the spirits have once more heard the truth, in lands where gods and mortals roam side by side, the spirits shall not be confined to the earth, reduced to mere shadows, grazing in obscurity until summoned for power.


They rise once more - not as mere offerings, but with their true purpose revealed to every mortal's mind! They are the laws that keep us from chaos, the balance that guides our path, and so, in this era, they shall not be forgotten, nor cast aside, as complacency gives way to madness.

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In recent years, the devoted efforts of spiritmancers, alongside every man and women in which had faith in those who honor the might and wisdom of the spirits have been unwavering. Guided by their Warlord's steps, eight sacred rituals have been conducted across the far reaches of Meranthe, each performed in a distinct and powerful place.

Crystals, imbued with the essence of a deeper connection to the spiritual planes, were gathered - Each one an vital piece for the creation of something monumental for the future. Offerings being given to the spirits, who watched and judged every movement made made in their honor.

Blood and Truth, an offering who where offered in equal measure to the spirits of almost every realm, forging bonds that would echo through time.

In the deserts of the Silent Expanse, the spirits of the Shifting Sand were invoked
On the bridge of Drakonia, the spirits of the Mighty Sea were contacted.
Amid the fiery reamains of Audhild, the spirits of Relentless Flame were summoned.
Within the lupine caverns, the spirits of the Fleeting Winds were roused.
Onto the forgotten darkness of the Shadowlands, the spirits of the Ivenitable Death were awakened.
Upon the peaks of old Vdalion, the spirits of the Unyielding Earth were be beckoned.
Within the shadows of the Tower of Aetius, the spirits of the Boundless Mana were called upon.
At the borders of the Dal'thala forests, the spirits of Nurturing Nature were seen.

Each ritual an testament, each location a shrine to the enduring bond between the spiritual and physical realms. The path has been paved, and the spirits are listening - The time of communion draws near.

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Materials used onto the rituals:

100x Herdaia
100x Water Crystals
100x Fire Crystals
100x Air Crystals
100x Demon Horns
100x Earth Crystals
100x Poppylus
100x Luminite
2x Magic Core Fragment
30x Auguria

Tools used onto the Rituals: (Won't be used onto this exact rituals, Aka: Not consumed - I'm cooking some more things)

1x Ghost Shell
1x Deep Sea Stone
1x Idol of the Vulture of Death
1x Historial Records of the Silvanas - Blood Pacts
1x Notes upon the Spirits
1x Spirit Shard

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As blood and sweat saturates the lands of Meranthe, the gaze of one who dwells deep within the spiritual realm turns toward the war-torn churches and settlements.

Vultures circle ominously overhead, their dark wings casting shadows where both Magi and Non-Magi have fallen.

Whispers ripple through the chaos, murmurs of those attuned to the unseen forces. It becomes clear to some that Xotonal's presence is growing in strength, her influence seeping into this land. Her mark is evident, etched in the vulture-filled skies and onto the spirits that now hover the battlefields.

The spirits stir and the vultures bear witness - Xotonal is awakening and her shadow stretches even further across Meranthe.