06-30-2025, 12:53 AM
Clouds gather across the realm in preperation of reception, a reception that to many will be the last to be held within these lands.
Fog accompanies the clouds above, covering the isle's port, and extending even beyond towards Nihilarra, a bad omen for those involved and especially those marching forth.
The mana in the air is cold, visionary casters can not even stare at the fog for too long - the images it shows, are far too demented.
It doesn't take long for their main forces to arrive, and they are greeted by a silhouette
It is quiet, unfathomably so, staring the expression never changes - visible all the way from Altharim.
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The Omnistrate addressed the enemy, before the clouds rumbled and ravaged the weather as they pleased; a storm gathering and approaching, the static in the air is nigh impossible to dispell, and it is a mere omen for what's to come should they continue on their march.
They were more than ready.
And the isle will take the ire of a thousand more, should it prove the necessity of it's existence once more.
Date: Sunday, July 6th; 5 PM EST.
Fog accompanies the clouds above, covering the isle's port, and extending even beyond towards Nihilarra, a bad omen for those involved and especially those marching forth.
The mana in the air is cold, visionary casters can not even stare at the fog for too long - the images it shows, are far too demented.
It doesn't take long for their main forces to arrive, and they are greeted by a silhouette
It is quiet, unfathomably so, staring the expression never changes - visible all the way from Altharim.
The Face In The Fog, says: Wrote:"What a way to propose a family reunion, niece.
They do not oft end in slaughter, do they?
You are leading your people in a place they should not step in uninvited.
It is never too late to lead them back, to give them a life worth living.
....
You know, the monsters you were afraid of when you were little...
They shouldn't hurt you anymore, right?
Because I told you no monster can handle how bright you shine.
But I am one of these monsters, little one.
And I have been doing nothing but lying to you all these years.
The men and women you're leading, are to be forewarned.
I take no prisoners.
I will slaughter everyone that aims to harm their freedom."
The Omnistrate addressed the enemy, before the clouds rumbled and ravaged the weather as they pleased; a storm gathering and approaching, the static in the air is nigh impossible to dispell, and it is a mere omen for what's to come should they continue on their march.
They were more than ready.
And the isle will take the ire of a thousand more, should it prove the necessity of it's existence once more.
Date: Sunday, July 6th; 5 PM EST.