WORLD WAR Meranthe 22nd Century

[Morg.]

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Year 2162: 8 years since the last effort to make amends.

Walking amidst her people, the Warmother, Oshun would have her gaze set not towards the lands in which they shall attack, nor towards the enemies in which shall soon bleed onto their knees. The Gehennan's amber eyes would be focused onto her people.

Those in which follow onto her steps. Those who have bleed beside her onto the past.

The future, not only of her nation. But Meranthe.

"For generations, Serenity had been guided by the Clan Silvanas. Under their leadership, we learned the ways of the Wolf - Fangs bared, ever ready to draw the blood of the Fel armies, who time and time again sought to wrest control of Meranthe from us."

"But as the Age of Extinction ended, and I took the mantle of leadership, I taught my people to be Foxes - To create and restore, to forge alliances with those who had bled as we had. With those who had suffered, as all of Meranthe has suffered."

"Yet as nations grow greedy, their bellies swell beyond simple satisfaction. And now, they dare to see us as prey. Weak even."

"They believe we have forgotten what it means to be a Wolf."

Spreading her arms wide, the woman stood tall, her silhouette outlined against the dimming sky. Her voice rose - Not merely spoken, but declared - Echoing across the area, carreid by the winds that swept through the land. It was a voice meant to be heard, not just by her people but by those who stood against them. A challenge. A warning.

Perhaps, to find itself being heard even within the ranks of the enemy. This was not the speech of the desperate. This was not the plea of the weak willed. It was the cry of a predator remembering its nature.

"To strand true to our pack. To fight alongside our brothers and sisters. To hunt and feast together - And to end those who threaten our way of life."

"For too long, Meranthe has lived with a hand around it's throat, a blade pressed against its back."

"This moment is not only the fulfillment of our oath to balance - It is a reckoning for their cowardice and weakness. The Fox extended its hand for peace. Now, they will learn to fear the Wolf's bite."

Should they not listen, should they dismiss it all as mere words?

Then they would learn.

They would learn in the way only those who stand against the inevitable do - When it is too late.

"For years, they whispered rumors of our home, branding us as witches and necromancers. Yet in the end, it was they who released Necromancers and set the Fel Free."

"Tell me, Serenity - Shall we stand aside and let this nation belittle us? Shall we watch as their corruption spreads unchecked?"

"No. They have declined our offer to grow together, and so they shall become the soil from which we shall rise."

"May the spirits bless us. May their blades shatter, their flesh wither, and their names be lost amidst the winds."

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And as the voice died down, the army of hunters would soon be seen marching amidst the wilds. Instead of waiting for the attack of those who had openly threatned their nation time and time again - It would be Serenity, the ones who would now be marching towards their walls.

Vultures could already be seen circling high in the skies. Even if the war was still distant, there those who simply knew - A banquete was soon to commence.

Objective: Siege the Black and White gates.