In the name of Progression

[~Aoria-sama~]

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The clinking of machinery can be heard, as deliveries of weaponry and equipment make their way toward The Docro Manor directly from Promethia.  While goons arm themselves with state of the art equipment, Vasilli pyr Docro himself can be seen taking himself atop the wall of his manor.  A cigarette withdrawn from behind his ear and lit as his deadened gaze observes everything he's worked so hard to create. Alliances form and begin to arrive, as expected and planned - some form of attack under his looming influence and supervision clearly coming to fruition.

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A newly crowned Don Docro, makes his first moves toward progression.

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An announcement,

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"The only time you should look back is to see how far you’ve come. 
Only mediocrities fail to progress. Idle hands are meaningless in a vast ocean of ever growing formalities. 
While I have remained quiet enough, my thoughts and plans have remained steady until just the perfect moment.
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The moment to strike is now.
In the name of progression,
Naysien and the coat fall."

Target: Naysiens coat atop the mountains.

Objective: Push them back further upon the mountain, if only to build barracks to continue a land claim.

Date: TBD

[Milly]

The Herald fetched his morning paper in order to read it, before he realizes the rush of machinery and the news from the wanna-be Don.

"You stupid motherfucker."

There is a personal letter that's written, addressed to Vasili and even with an extra copy posted directly at the Waystone's billboard.
It reads:





The Ebonblooded welcome the Docro's challenge.

And as if the further prove this point? The letter which is addressed directly to Vasili, once opens, reveals a horrid surprise:

A cloud of glitter assaults his face, directly.

[Carbon]

"Family is everything?

The words lose an abundance of its meaning when the entire continent is in some way, shape or form is bound to you by familial ties.

I know myself, I would never consider a Lizard family.

I will take what is mine, what was taken from me.

Watch as the entire North crumbles under a blizzard of ash and smoke.

Naysien, I'm coming for you." 

The Wife of the Docro, Nanzopel Tyranny, marches with an army of many cultists united under one banner. Those of Nyx, the Weaver and so many more look to lay siege to the frozen mountains of the North.

Their goal obvious. Right? 

[Ittoukun]

 
Amongst all this, the Chancellor of Novus and the Don can be seen together, speaking and discussing matters. They were also together when the letter was sent to the Don, with him facing the same glitter surprise.
 
"Yikes, talk about menacing."
 
With a light laugh escaping, he goes on to make a public declaration, one that reaches all of over Esshar.
 

Pettiness and playground insults aside, you have a point when you say that the Docros are all about family.

 

Hence why, I'm planning to assist my cousin with this endeavor of his.

 

Emerson, you were the first to bite the hand of the people who were willing to truly stand by you, in your time of need.

 

How does it feel, for the entire world to eventually come knocking on your mountain's door?

 

It's about time someone else rules the mountains, don'tcha think?

 

 Novus is coming.

 

Those who are planning to follow the Don can be seen wielding weaponry that hails from Novus.

 

Multiple soldiers can be seen training, under the supervision of the Chancellor himself, making sure they're capable of taking on those at the top of the mountain.

 

Other than that, the Chancellor can be seen smiling, something which hasn't happened in a long while.

 

"Rule number one, Vasilli. Talk shit? Get hit. We'll be applying that rule in the upcoming battle."

[WinterWings]

"Let them come."

When the news reached the ears of the Herald's daughter, her response was swift.
The defensive forces of the Coat mustering alongside the offensive, preparing to fight two separate battles if necessary.
Boulders were gathered, spikes planted, and pitch began to boil in reply.

The Black Priestess makes a public response.

"The humes gather like ants beneath us, afraid of what we may do should we be allowed to stand.
The Leashed-Don follows the whims of his wife, the one whom worships Naysien's dinner,
even as Novus once more leaps onto a moving bandwagon."

"It's pathetic really.
What a merry band of retards."

"As soon as we retake our lands, we will be defending them,
and I have no intentions of seeing them lost a second time."

Naysien's Coat stands ready.