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The Demon King had come before for the Black Rose Island, now dubbed the Blood Rose Island.
The once-fully Aphrosian isle had been one of the few lands that Na'Ria had been hungering for all this time.
Yet, now that it had made landfall, now that it had launched an assault against it to declare its war just,
it was only a matter of time before Na'Ria's threat would be made manifest.

The Shadowlands has fortifications erected around the southern borders, by the shorelines, as an en masse preparation is made for this assault.
Ships, borne of briarwood and made with meticulous care, are prepared for the war upon the horizon.
Now that the Blood Rose Island is more or less divorced from the title of an Aphrosian settlement, and is now wholly distinct,
it was only a matter of time before the reaper's bells would toll, its gaze firmly settled upon the land.

What did it all mean?

Nothing good, if even an Imperfect would raise their Kaorblade against such a land.

The seas near the Blood Rose begin to dim and darken, as does the ground of the Shadowlands.
Something terrible was brewing.

Before long, there is a presence of great power; with a concentration of ether emanating from deep within Skarnfel's territory, those of the Blood Rose would be subjected to the Grey pulse of the Ascendant's calm, feminine voice.
Even in one's dreams would they not be safe from the Demon King's ire.

"Hear me, sons of man.

For your hunting of mine kin, and for the striking of mine disciples,

atop the blatant disrespect you have shown me with such a generous offer,

I will be taking what you are undeserving of.

You are not worthy of the land you have been granted, as it is rightfully mine.

If you stand against us, you will reap what you have sown. If you are wise, you will stand down and surrender against our full might.

If you are not, then you will feel Storyteller's kiss as you are made one with me.

And you, Baron.

I will make full on mine promise, do not worry."

With thus being stated would the Demon King decree a full-scale assault, lesser demons of all shapes and sizes now barraging through bloated carrier ships to spill unto the shores.

The seas would turn violet and scarlet before long; the ground of dirt would resemble mud, and all magical wards preventing such an invasion would be erupted by the Archon itself.

Conquest was in their sights.

This was just one stage; a stepping stone.

Skarnfel would continue to increase its presence. There was no alternative.

It was expansion and further strength, or it was death.

Objective:

Seize control of the Blood Rose Island.

Date: Friday - 9/8 - 6PM EST