Stories and Gravestones atop a Blood Tide [Skarnfel v. Blood Rose]

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The advent of the Blood Tide came with the heralding of war's trumpets, and the battle within both the shoreline of the Shadowlands and the Blood Rose Island itself was brutal.
Yet, it was the words of the Demon King that rang out, crashing like tidal waves against the island and its defenders.
The Lord of Knowledge was bringing about an era of Change.



The might of the armies of man were not to be underestimated.
The Aphrosian military were formidable, loyal, and powerful, led by the Oracle herself.
Fortune's mastery of the tides led them to navigate the battlefield with an untold advantage.
The Goldlight Order stood in solid defiance of the rage of the fel forces, prepared for whatever may come.
The Blood Rose Island stood against them, its inhabitants entrenched in the isolated landmass.
Audhild's peerless technology and trained accuracy led to a ranged skirmish that few were prepared for.

But none stood to the true strength of the Demon King but the Lord of Time, its true equal.

The Blood Rose was filled with lesser demons who tore foes apart, the relocated batkin once again driven out of their home under threat of death.
Witches convened, fel warriors singing the praises of the Ascendant as they ripped apart lessers.
The Blood Tide was named such for the sheer severity of the attack.
All the while, those of lesser control were subjugated by Na'Ria itself, stolen away by the Demon King's throes.

At the end of the battle, the Demon King gave a sermon, aimed to the beloved and blessed of its make.
As if a living Angel of Hel, it praised the acts given; the Imperfect had taken further strides to truly change the world to its own image.
For the Apostles of Change would bring about a rapturous devotion to the change of all.
For Skarnfel had claimed victory.

A crushing, absolute victory.
Now, not even the seas were safe from the fel.

Pandemonium regnat Na'Riai vitae.

All hail mine.