Night Befalls Desert [Nanzonia vs Galamea]

[SomeFool]

 

A missive arrives at the steps of Fort Erradir.

  

"You lot should've just killed me when you had the chance. Now? You'll have to face the repercussions for letting me escape.

 

You have something that doesn't belong to you. The memorial stone of the Vanirhallans that founded the very city you lot decided to squat in after they had come to pass.

 

I want it. So? I'll be taking it. It's that simple, really."

 

- Clare Adelman

 
From within Nanzonia, forces begin to mobilize in preparation for their next assault. 
This time? Their sights would come to land on Galamea. Leading the operation, a former captive of the city.
  Occultists, demons and other ne'er-do-wells load upon a ship with their destination set on the shores of the desert city in order to retrieve the memorial stone, causing as much chaos as possible in the process.
   

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Target: Galamea

Objective: Steal the Vanirhallan Memorial Stone

Date: TBD

[KING]

It wasn't long before a message was delivered back in response.

"This makes my job easier.

Come and take it. I'll be waiting for you and whoever decides to aid you.

You all have spent far too much time cooped up in the Dreadwoods.

It's time for a reminder."

From within Galamea, forces begin to assemble and fortify Fort Erradir.
The assault is welcomed, and it was clear that the desert would be ready when it finally came.
Messengers are sent out towards Osrona as Armani leads a diplomatic mission with the Shimmering City.

The hunt had come to him.

[Quatral]

  

Far from desert home, a wayward Rhoynur catches wind of the daring strike set for his birthplace.
  

"... Yea, there's really no way I go for that."

  

- Hale "Danger" Dayndros

   

  
In distant regions of Esshar, the nomad rockstar Hale Dayndros prepares to return home when word reaches him of the planned attack.
  
One name in particular, one he'd encountered too many times in the past before, rouses his attention...
  
Clare Adelman

    
With his homeland in need and a score to settle..
  
The Sunlight Blade makes for Galamea to intercept his foul rival.
  
[challenge issued, cap to be decided at raid]

[Georgiana40]

From somewhere within her home in Osrona, the Dayndros woman made her words reach Galamea.

I have been itching for some action.

Come and try us.

You'll sure regret messing with us and our home.

Looking forward to it.

-Fiora Dayndros

Preparation were made in order, ready to aid her home birth. No time to dwell, it was about time they'd see what happens when you mess with the Dayndros.

[SomeFool]

Set For Thursday, April 7th @ 6PM EST

[~Aoria-sama~]

Long robes trail along the sands, causing a trail to announce yet another Rhoynur's presence amongst the desert lands.

Her words are for all to hear.

"Armani, tha' fuck is with ya' forehead."

There's a pause.

"-anyways, yeah - aint' no fuckin' way this is flyin'.  All tha' is goin' to b' flyin' is whoever I get my hands on, as I whirl them inta' Hel where they belong.

The Dayndros family runs this shit.

Ya' goin' to learn t'day, bitches."