State of Esshar

[Hoovyking]

-1751-

The winds speak of great change, all through the east of Esshar. 

Myraid creatures of the night marching under a singular banner instead of roaming in packs. 

Swarms of lesser demons lead by great towering Kaor,

All beholden to a wolf with eyes of scarlet and ivory.

The ever-roaming Dreadwoods grows silent for a time, following the announcement of Finley Ghede's declaration to hunt demonkind to extinction. Ill omens begin to pass through the cities of Esshar as a new banner is marched towards the West. A hoard of darkly-lit creatures moving in tandem with Theria's forces towards the city of Myllenoris, with the Elder Kaor Blaidd leading the army. 

"The age of the Teraphim is over.

The age of arbiters who cling to crowns of lies and false-balance is over. 

The age of my kindred hunted to extinction and those who follow them killed is over.

In their ignorance and foolishness, they have claimed us naught but creatures of the night to be hunted. 

It will be that ignorance and foolishness that will burn your city to the ground. 

The time of the Abyssal Covenant has come.
Your hope will fade. Your city will burn.
I will have your Vale."

With this quote, five Kaor have been chosen to act as the Elder Kaor's lieutenants, each giving out a statement.

 

Fidi

"Humanity has grown stagnant, lost in the endless cycle they cannot break."


"The naive little creatures, their deficient mind can't fathom the potential they hold- they would rather devote themselves to something they perceive as necessary, only to have their names wiped from the history - as if they never even existed. A pitiful existence, going from generation to generation. Those that fight this are the ones that are willing to hold back the fate of everything being terribly mediocre at best - and absolutely awful at worst."

"This is war for evolution- not only to Demonkind, but humanity as a whole. Come, and meet your future."

"Or be left in the past."

Szora

"Our time has been bided, and now a window of opportunity has made itself visible to us.
You glorified elves have been allowed existence upon a powerhouse of essence for far too long, while we lingered about in secrecy.
No more.
We come for you now, Myllenoris -- to take what is rightfully ours."

Seir

"This is the moment we've dreamed of, brothers and sisters. Here and now, we make our presence understood to the world - not as beasts cast away into the darkest corners of this rock, but as conquerors - a true scourge that will tear down everything they love.
We will bring down their idols, kill their tyrants, and drive all those that ridicule us into hiding. When you fight, do so knowing fully well that they abhor and seek to kill us without mercy.
Do so knowing that you seek for nothing more than your survival, and show them you will stop at nothing to achieve it. The tempest of your magic, the bite of your fang, the rake of your claw - seize them in every capacity until they are at our mercy."

Voraz

"For times uncounted for, Demonkind has lived in fear. It was only when a mere mortal opened my eyes to this analogy, that I could speak on his behalf.
Fear is necessary for evolution, the fear that one could be destroyed at any moment, will make you stronger. We have grown, because we have feared, and evolved. 
But no longer. A new age dawns upon Esshar, wherein all our foes wil learn to fear. - And it brings me to wonder, will you evolve, just as we have?"

Jaeger

"Destruction.

All we've known is destruction, and soon the rest of the world will have a deeper understanding of it as well. That is what it took to evolve, breaking our bones and tearing through our flesh inspired the force you face today. Maybe you humans can learn from our ways, pay attention in the coming years. You'll understand what it means to destroy.

And I don't believe this war will be anything short of it. Resistance is futile. If I can best two of your strongest by myself - what's the say of the rest?

Brace yourself.

You're in for a wild ride."

• The Abyssal Covenant marches for Myllenoris.

[Jumpy]

— 1751 —

living side by side

might as well be worlds apart –

city of contrasts

War.
War is declared across all of Esshar. Nations. Kingdoms. Groups. Guilds. Ideas. As the stars bear witness to the world shedding their humanity a response from the City of Secrets is expected. Requested by some. Who else but a bard could tell the world of Alabastre's decision?

King Basil's words are given out ad verbatim.

"Alabastre always remained a safe haven for its people."

"But it seems the rest of the world is only interested when even the smallest spark of dark candle is ignited- sending them to frenzy of panic and reach out as soon as possible. To someone who's not a warrior, it is understandable."

"To someone who is, it looks silly. Though..."

"Make no mistake - Alabastre will stand against the darkness, in defense. It will safeguard the newer generation and those that seek solace from war; and should things get dire, we will lend our forces to battlefield directly. Otherwise?"

"Our presence is felt not with the march of thousand boots."
"Our presence is felt when key figures fall on the opposite side."
"My men will continue the hunt - as they always have. Alone, as they always have."

A message lies within the man's words, that much is clear, and it isn't long before Kofe shares words of his own.

"Ever since that meteor came from up above the fight against darkness has touched those who had no intention on partaking in it. I cannot shun a man for being a coward, so long as he accepts he is one.

Those who binds themselves to Helheim remain our enemy. Those who bestowed death upon Ella remain my enemy. Those who come for my family will be met with all I possess.

Etch your worth upon the world if you wish to live, Demons.
Etch your mistake upon my children if you wish to die.

King Alexander, we appreciate your act of defense. We will not reciprocate.

The City of Secrets will welcome the innocent, those who have yet to lose their humanity as we older ones have. For they do not deserve to lose their friends and family as we have.

We will not advance.
We will not meddle.
Seeing this as weakness would be an act of sheer folly."

Adding to the announcement a prominent figure in Alabastre speaks their own thoughts: Bay, Lorespeaker of clan Eryni.

"By all means send the children and those that wish not to fight towards Alabastre. The doors have been open here for a number of years - Whether it be for learning or otherwise they can find shelter here.

That said… Those in Alabastre that wish to take a front on this war? Join me. I can’t sit idly by while I know the Demonic threat runs rampant and is now scaling an all out attack alongside Theria. That’s not what my clan would want - This is what should be done.

And Valero? I hope you brought your dancing shoes because I’m coming right for you. This isn’t the friend I made those years ago amongst the Spirit Realm’s waves."

• Alabastre will not join any side on the ongoing war.
  
• The help extended by Alexander rei Petrakis to defend the City of Secrets is accepted, but not returned.
  
• Alabastre invites every children across Esshar to seek refuge away from the tides of war and promises their safety within the city.
  
• In order to accommodate for orphans of war and young magi seeking knowledge, many small academies within the city lower their cost for entry, making knowledge more accessible to those who seek refuge.
  
• Cassius Gracia carries on his dream of faring the seas by taking the helm of Alabastre's small, yet effective naval forces, ascending to the position of Naval Commander.
  
• After the successful treatment of many, Kofe, Lorespeaker of clan Ilian and Rella Caller extends their help to any occultist wishing to control and cure the insanity that comes with their magic within the safety of Alabastre's borders.
  
• Bay invites any and all who have personal stakes within the war to hunt alongside him using small, compact teams for guerrilla warfare.
  
• Ilburg remains equally neutral.
  

[Hunts Alone]

— 1751 —



Once more the First Light must take up arms for war. Theria has combined forces with the likes of demonkind to wage war upon Myllenoris and Nysea, a war Nysea didn't plan to back down from. A public address was given involving the matter, spearheaded by the Radiant Atlas.

"It's above all else that we stick to our morals. No matter what Myllenoris have done to wrong us in the past, the threat before them is one that would surely encroach on our lands given victory. So we must fight, not to defend Myllenoris but to defend all of Esshar.


Every man, woman, and child is at risk if we don't stop them here and now. Let this be known as I encourage any and all capable magi to asisst our efforts.

I'll be holding something similar to a training session in the coming times. I want everyone to be ready for the battle at hand, I've fought plenty of Demons in my time and I want to share my experience and knowledge with all of you. This preparation extends to Myllenoris as we accept their invitation to aid them in battle against the dark. Seek me out if you wish to hone your blade, or your magic. I don't plan to stop until I'm ready. I welcome a challenge, and I'd like to see what boot is able to hit me now. I'll show them a blade that's been refined, a blade that would've saved Del.

But let me clarify this now. Do not join if you fear for your life. These monsters feed off the fear we emit, so because of that we must have none. Face darkness in the face and smile. My blade will aim to kill with every swing, these beasts are not worth saving and must be eliminated if we are to win this war.

Never let your light be swallowed by darkness. There is no darkness so dense, so menacing, or so powerful that it cannot be overcome by light." 

After Atlas' speech, Anastasia ven Astor speaks up on the matter, a Radiant in her own right.

"Theria is a city no one idolizes, no one cares about. It is forgotten and dusty amongst the Tarian mountain range and the only ones who truly care for it is the Barsburg Empire... Only to capture and destroy it.

So it's no wonder they'd enlist demons and moonspawn and witches to assist them. It's no wonder they have traitors within their midsts, or men who are insane enough to steal a deceased brother's face and sew it over his own face. They are desperate to be recognized as something legitimate after Sythaeryn slaughtered most of their Warlords.

They are tugging at pages out of a history book, hoping people will be surprised. We were never surprised; we were just waiting for you to come clean. But here's an important history lesson for you, since you're using that as a crutch:

Approximately 1200 years prior, my ancestor Ersen Astor slew the fearsome leader of Sluthia - The dragon Myndrerrag, with the sword Balmung. For the years past it has been lost, only recently reclaimed and in my hands. If Theria thinks it will not be used again to slay more than just dragons, they are mistaken. I will finish the idea my Mother started and I will ensure you all are completely wiped out."

Lastly, the faithful Knight Robin Truegale chips in.

"In short - you believe because you have suffered, you are free to inflict that suffering on others."

• Nysea will be joining the war alongside Myllenoris.
  
• Atlas, Anastasia, and Aeolus have been promoted to the rank of Radiant. (Though the latter was demoted.)
  
• Esbern cos Salis will be donating rage potions, levitation potions, food, and other materials to those who join the war efforts.
  
• Atlas invites all who wish to hone their skills to study under his tutelage.
  
• Snake Oil releases a public statement after the address.
  
  
  

Written on a piece of wine-stained parchment, an official letter is scrawled out with a humble response from Nysea's local bar establishment and mercantile powerhouse, Snake Oil.

"War is a nasty thing, kids. It sprouts from greed, vanity, envy, from the pursuit of power and from the ideals of a zealous group of bandits, demons and otherwise who're seeking an easy way to the top. We here at Snake Oil do not condone war, but understand it's just part of how things are, and we choose to support our local military here in Nysea with the production of various materials, equipment and deals to be had for those participating in the war against corruption.

Snake Oil is also seeking out materials and remains produced by the outcome of this war, whether it be from demons or otherwise, and will gladly pay good money for the stuff. Remember kids, War is a nasty thing, and no one likes it, but it sure is profitable."

Sincerely, Boa & Adder, Heads of Snake Oil.

The Village of Nysea is ready for one last war.

[Tattles]

MYLLENORIS

- 1751 - 1752 -

The trees remain ivory in shade and twinkling with ice throughout the shifting of seasons.
The trees barring the way to the Vale coil and thicken, earning the once well known path a terribly difficult obstacle.
On the eve of war, the High Lord steps forward with an impassioned speech and announcement.

"Let it be said that Myllenoris did not compromise.

Let history remember that when this new 'Covenant' rose in number, the Valeborne stood fast against them.

Let them know that when Theria welcomed Hel in, we set out to extinguish those dark flames.

My sins are remembered, for not a night goes by that I do not hear those voices of the past.

But I find some solace, some selfish peace in knowing that this fight, this war, is the one I was born to take part in.

To my kingdom, to my family, to my people,

know that we march forth courageously, for even in death, we will be accepted into the very same afterlife we have mingled with a thousand times before.

We will strike the stars with out valiant souls when our spirits have lingered and walked a dozen more lifetimes beside Wardens and Overseers who would call our Mother their kin.

Let our tale be written in blood and ascend to myth,

that the spirits' chosen did not falter in their faith.

Let it be said that we rode to death and ruin,

And we did so without fear."

(Finn Ghede)

The Valeborne is mobilized and sent out to strike without a moment's hestiation.

In the midst of the shifting, the Mistseer Ro is noted as missing at the head of the Valeborne military, and in his place, the young Renly has ascended to the rank of Mistseer.
The druidess Leni has been noted bearing her own authoritative power within Myllenoris itself, as she too was granted a title of Mistseer in these dire times.

With their ascension, the High Lord has made it clear that the rank of Mistseer no longer belongs to Teraphim alone, but is granted to those who have attuned to the Vale, no matter their race.

[Moloch]

1753AC

Silence had settled as the leading drone in the streets for the better part of a year after the death of Ophelia Montclaire. Neither the Stellus nor the Commander to be found or hear of. 

In a vacuum of oppression, razuka leave their nether burrows and take to the streets, putting proper claim over what should have always been theirs, the right to exercise grime and swindling.

At the head of the state since then lies a new figure, one serving as their harbinger and matron figure.

δ Walter Docro has taken the role of Imperator. The militaristic head, in wake of a lack of direction and opposition, exerts power over the entirety of Osrona and asserts his presence as the leading monolith of the shimmering city. The Triumvirate as a leading structure of the city is not officially disbanded, with only the currently elected Magistrate being recognized as a secondary leading figure directly under the Imperator.

δ The Church of Three, which has been the primary religious association since the Coalition was formed, is being entirely removed from recognition in the Osronan government. While their building still stands, those who still follow the tenants of the Three quickly find themselves not at home in The Shimmering City any longer, many of them being outright removed from several of the Imperator’s loyal Razuka.

δ The Election has come to an end! In a race between Tanya Volkova and E.L., votes for both candidates came in, but the Elected has been named as none other than Tanya Volkova.

It would seem, however, that any further potential for elections are quickly being shut down, with Tanya Volkova being the apparent Magistrate until a new second in command is appointed.. Be that from the Imperator’s hand or otherwise.

δ With the official dissolution of the coalition, consumption of the highly illegal substance Sylvanum has been decriminalized. Sources suggest that its distribution is encouraged in the market of Osrona.

δ The Shimmering City's stand in the War of the Last laugh is made official. Their forces mobilize to aid Theria in their militaristic endeavors against both Myllenoris and Nysea. In symbolic value of the three-way alliance, the statue of Aschea that adorned the square has been torn down by the Imperator himself, and demonkind are allowed to roam the city at their own discretion so long as the locals are not targeted.

[Esmeraude]

    

-- 1754 --

      

A moment's breath.
  
   

After the last skirmish against Theria and Osrona, a lot of changes have been made quickly.

Upon the death of Alexander rei Petrakis, old King of Osrona and leader of Nysea.

High Lord, Finn Ghede has stepped down from his position as another steps up.

  

Alexios, former Doctor and Swordsman of Myllenoris was chosen.

With the crown of Aschea accepting him as the new High Lord without trouble.

The golden crown sits upon his head, marking his new role not without the guidance of others.

  

A council has been created in order to help assist the new High Lord, Alexios.

The council of three, involving Finn Ghede, Amalia Ghede, and Saewyn.

  

These three individuals are regarded as the second most authority within Myllenoris, and can be approached much like Misteers.

And any who cannot find the High Lord, are free to talk with them to arrange a meet to discuss their issues or ideas.

   

Some wounds can never be healed.

But they stay as reminders, to strengthen our future.

    

Candles are being lit inside of the vale, as symbols of respect for those lost in these wars.

Even for the enemies, and any are welcome to request a visit to help with the loss they've suffered.

    

Preperations.

   

Myllenoris has opened its door for any and all Nysean people.

If any are forced out of their home, or their village becomes overwhelmed by the enemy.

Aschea's blessed city is willing to make room for all who need it, done as a precaution.

   

Tournament.

   

Myllenoris and Nysea have little time to breath or prepare.

But the training of their people is neccessary to achieve victory over the enemy.

So after discussion within Myllenoris, Anastasia, Saewyn, and High Lord Alexios have come to a conclusion.

   

Instead of normal sparring sessions, or practice skirmishes between both of the cities.

A Tournament is going to be put in place, that will offer a prize to it's winner for motivation.

This will be put in place to promote growth between both cities, in relationship and actual combat.

   

The Tournament is going to be put together by these selected people of both cities.

Atlas, Avlainn, and Yuri from Nysea. And Myrin, Renly, and Saewyn from Myllenoris.

A prize will be also decided by them, and will be revealed once preperations for it are complete.

   

Each of them can also participate, as its a Tournament to promote practice and growth, while also being a bonding excercise.

   

Plans.

    

Other plans are being put to work in the background within Myllenoris.

As Misteer Leni works on a project to make further precuations for the future.

The amount of time we have to breath is limited.

But we can make the most out of what we have.

Do not let our hearts be filled with doubt.

[Moloch]

1755 AC

"Divinity has forsaken us. Mayhaps time has come for us to forsake divinity."

Alexander lies dead at Walter Docro’s blade, royal blood staining the Mechanical Angel. In the wake of what is certainly a massive shaking of Nysea’s foundation... An announcement is made to those of Osrona, with the missive to spread the word as far as they’re able.

⚙ Osrona's efforts in the War of the Last Laugh have paid their due. Their immediate plans and ambitions, seen through to the end. As such, the Imperial City has chosen to take a backseat in further warfare endeavors, for their sponsored faction is no longer at risk of losing. Though they have not formally retired from the Pact of Beasts, the Imperator and Magistrate publically state their lack of interest in mobilizing their forces in wake of further offensive endeavors.

⚙ The Vigilant Watch is hereby formally dissolved. In its place, a much more tightly regulated force has been set. From this point on, The Authority functions as both the military police and army, their members answer directly to the Imperator's command and liberties. Those enlisted and acknowledged as official members of its ranks are granted special permissions to facilitate their means of living, including permit to override punishment or prohibition for certain crimes in act of imposing order. 

⚙ In a strange announcement that reaches across the continent of Esshar, the Magistrate, Tanya Volkova, formally and officially extends her hand towards the citizenry of Nysea. Given they have lost their leader, and the royalists continue to take the brunt of a thousand assaults outside of their walls, citizens, merchants, and craftsmen are offered sanctuary within Osrona’s walls. This ‘Sanctuary’ is offered so long as they follow the rules and regulations of Osrona proper, with grave and quick punishment suggested should they cause even the smallest of issues. Likewise, the Magistrate gives mention that any of the Noble Three, that being the Grimmore, Astor, and the Pelleaux, are welcomed back into Osrona with the option of keeping their royal lineage and titles, being recognized by the Osronan government. Though these titles are simply that, and carry no official nor actual rank.

⚙ However, Myllenorian citizens and Teraphim in general will not find themselves at home within the Imperial City's walls regardless of the nation's stance in militaristic conflict, praise of Aschea is completely proscribed. Treading of our territory is ill advised. Warning has been issued.

All semblance of officialism in faith and worship seems to have abandoned Osrona's ethos. Workers move and function at twice their normal speed, ticking like clockwork. Something ominous builds in the atmosphere.

There's a clear lack of communication with the other factions.

No one is sure of what this may mean.

[Sanguine415]

Theria

1755 AC

The year of 1755 is one of introspection for Theria after its defense of the mountain. The preservation of Garljing’s rest, the keeping of the countless hatchlings that adorned the mountainside, a sense of relief, validation in resolve, and burning wonder for what the future held for the free city of the mountain Tarian. 

Never one to make bad use of his remaining time, the elder statesman of Theria Dun Task would take this time to call a press release, heralding a new age for Theria in the years to come.

Finley Ghede, an elf born of witchblood, declared that my family and I were a rot within this city. That to give us up would preserve Theria without any bloodshed. But we. ARE. THERIANS! Of blood and ash and steel. Any freedoms given away for safety are but a gilded cage, fighting and dying for the right to do what we please is what this city’s principles were founded upon.

I have given everything I have to this city. Many call me a traitor, a schemer, a vagabond who is untrustworthy. And all of these things are entirely true. But none of them apply to you, my dear sons and daughters of the free. We are dragons, and our word is flame. In the eighty eight years since I first arrived here, I have spent everyday fighting for its independence, and I will continue to do so until my last breath.

A fresh ad using finally updated printing presses for the Therian people reveals the rebranding of the Fool’s Theater as the Marzius Volgin Community Theater in honor of the fallen clown prince during the War of the Last Laugh

I’ve got a handful of years left at most with the path I take, but I will not pass until I offer my final gift to you. My pilgrimage of the spirit realms had borne much fruit, and as my expeditions galvanized my resolve through endless trials, so too will I offer it to you my treasured people, the gate of the realms will stand tall with a Task baring its Masterkey.


But with this, so too must I prepare for my demise. As my son Revan takes my place as patriarch of the Fireblooded order of the Pyrelight Citadel, as all those who came before me must I too contribute to the Canticles of Ash. And so, I would declare our own saintly figures, three true Dragons who were paragonic of the draconic virtues they represented.

Another ad appears to display the long dead Slick Sicks in a newspaper comic form, appearing to rise from the dead in a slow fashion while jumping around in cheer only to be struck by a lightning bolt, falling right back into the grave after leering at a woman in a dress. It appears Slick Sicks has been immortalized as a fool.

Dragonlord Bastiel, the Dragon of Instinct, who before any stood against Petrakis imperialism and Kriemhild degeneracy with immediate reaction and violence. His foresight against threats inside and outside of Theria even to his last breathe in self-imposed exile fighting in Myllenorris is to be followed, lest the free city fall once more to decay and Sluthian nepotism.

Dragonlord Rinn, the Dragon of Preservation, who remained in Theria when all had left; driven away by Lynette’s attacks, and took Bastiel’s mantle as Dragonlord at the young age of sixteen before proceeding to lead Theria through the first siege and the eventual sacking of Osrona. Her personal philosophy of preserving Theria’s people and devotion to preserving Garljing’s rest at any cost was a point of conflict often in her personal politics, but no warrior ever questioned her bravery as she refused to be spared by her husband’s killer in a duel to the death. To preserve the hatchlings that another generation might rule the skies is an utmost duty of a true dragon.

And lastly, Dragonlord Sythaeryn, herald of Vartuul, the Dragon of Retribution, who with righteous fervor purged Theria of the corruption that had been laden throughout its core with deep seated roots in a massacre of the Kriemhild clan of nepotists as the leader of the four horsemen in fire and blood. His determination to slay enemies of dragonkind inside and out even to this day upon the frontlines of the Barsburg campaign stands as a paragonic representation of the ruthlessness a dragon must manifest to preserve the hoard, the sanguinary exaltation that must oft come to cleanse the spirit of the city from rot.

Another ad appears to note that the comic strip has already been canceled.

With this organization of the faith comes a change. With the retirement of Thalis Avitus after his final boxing match against Kofe ending in a victory, and Marzius Volgin dead, a new generation of Theria can aspire to be the warlords at the forefront of our city’s operation. With this, Valero Task the black knight has declared himself Overlord of Theria, with Hades Task risen as the Warlord of Industry to replace his own position. Redwood, returned to Theria at last, has taken his mantle as one of the young Dragonlords of the city. The Pact of Beasts awaits the answer of the drums of war, prepare yourself for what comes.

-Valero Task, the black knight, has declared himself Overlord of Theria, willing to take any challenges to the claim with his legendary swordspear. 

-Hades Task is now a warlord, his demesne being the factory and the continued work upon the great realm gate. 

-Dragonlord Redwood has been returned safely, and is once more the heart and soul mascot of the Therian council.

-Three draconic saints have been declared for the virtues they embodied in life, preceding the fresh codifying of the Fireblooded philosophy by the Chief Chronicler of the Fireblooded, Pachua.

[Connor]

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1755 AC

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"I ask of you to make one last sacrifice. Effective immediately, I hereby announce that until the war sees conclusion, all citizens will evacuate the Village of Nysea in favour of the fortification of Myllenoris."
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♱ In the year 1754AC, the King of Esshar, Alexander Leonaus Petrakis, falls to the blade of the Osronan Imperator Walter Docro. The allied forces of Myllenoris and Nysea are repelled, and forced to retreat with countless casualties. 

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♱ In the year 1755AC, the Radiant of Time, Atlas, is declared deceased at the hands of the Osronan ally Misha in a bloody and conclusive bout between the two.

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♱ There's a stirring within the First Light. Without proper leadership and guidance, Anastasia ven Astor is recognized as the first of three Lightbringers, and officially declared Lightbringer of the Yellow Branch. Considered a director advisor to the Crown Princess, control of military tactics and wartime operations are conceded to the Astor Lightbringer.

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♱ The Knight Yuri is recognized as a Radiant for his ongoing bravery and fight against the Demonspawn and forces of Theria. 

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♱ The Crown Princess, Aeliana ras Petrakis, begins taking more of an active lead in light of her fathers passing. Though many recognize her as Queen by way of monarchical process and birthright, no Crown rests upon her brow, and there is a decided reluctance in addressing herself as such. Contrary to this, Princess Carlisle ras Petrakis is noted as being decidedly absent of late...
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♱ In the year 1755AC, an emergency address beckons all citizenry and military personnel to the Nysean Square. Informing the populace of the ongoing situation and the vulnerability of Nysea in light of the Elder Demon Tyranny's declaration, a single decree is issued by Queen Aeliana rei Petrakis:
The Village of Nysea is to be evacuated in full by the years third quarter. The populace shall be welcomed within a fortified and defendable Myllenoris.
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♱ An air of discontent and uncertainty stirs among the evacuating populace, with many speaking out against Humans and Teraphim being forced to coexist, and the forces of Nysea defending the home of those that razed Osrona. The meagre support toward the Petrakis heir hangs on an uneasy balance.

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♱ Preparations begin immediately, with the First Light tasked primarily with escort of caravans through the wilds to Myllenoris, to minimize casualty in light of the Demons and enemy forces that romp and rove through the surroundings 

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♱ Myllenoris begins to shift in turn, with a majority of Teraphim ushered inside The Vale, and the refugees of Nysea being granted accommodation and shelter in the existing housing. Temporary shelters - war tents, primarily - are erected to house those of the First Light and those unfortunate enough to miss out on proper accommodation.

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♱ The Unified Forces of Myllenoris and Nysea stand in wait as the last line of defence against the Abyssal Convenant. 

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"Steel your heart, stow away your hatred, and embrace those to the south in the name of victory. Fight hard. Bare your fangs. Set a fire in your heart.

Glory to Esshar."

[Lammy]

  

1756AC - The Pyrelight Citadel 

 
"A man is only as great as their ambition, and my ambition triumphed over yours."

 

 

The second quarter of the year brought forth nothing more than complete and unknown chaos to the City of Freedom, leaving Dun Task poisoned and at the very hands of mercy by Revan Task. 

   

However, with the combined effort of Morok, Luxa Vandran, Pachua Drakos, and Jaegar the very life of Task was saved to live for another day with minor bruises and injuries. The poison, however, may have limited his days even further as the Elder of the Pyrelight Citadel.

 

After the defeat of the poisoned Dun Task the combination of Demon and Dragon moved to protect and restore the honor that was lost in Theria because of Revan. With their followers, Anugisa, Anthaoi, Barrachan, and Lilith getting in the way of the combined forces, they would find themselves faltering and pushed out of the mountain with the other nameless followers.

 

But of course, not without a duel between the Drakos and the Former Task, in which the Helm Of The First Flame being taken from Revan and adorning the head of the new Leader of the Fireblooded Order of the Pyrelight Citadel.

 

With his first Decree to excommunicate the Task, Pachua only had this to say:

 

"If any of you want to fight against the demons, so be it. You are Therian. You are allowed to do as you please whenever you want. It doesn't matter what you worship, or what you care about, but if your belief that they should be pushed back and away, then do so."
 
"I am not in charge of your life."
 
"I am not in charge of your roads."
 
"If you hate the demons, then so be it. Fly yourselves at them; kill them if you desire to change how Esshar is like. Your life, your choices. Theria is home to the free, and you are free to kill those that you dislike for the better or for the worse.”
(Pachua Drakos)

  

The Retired Elder of the Fireblooded only had this speech to say:

 

"I have lived one hundred and nineteen years. I have been blinded in both eyes, the right popped by a blood magi Rhoynishman who I'd eventually consider a true companion, the right by a lich who turned it to ash with a snap of decay. My left arm wastorn off at the shoulder by an eldritch beast of sentient blood copper I'd eventually slay and forge into my mighty masterkey. My rib cage was turned to dust by a great one of the void, replaced by unyielding mithril that has carried me straight with a metal spine all these years. My heart has been one third disintegrated by a witch and rebuilt with steel, kept in an agonizing state of permafrost and cinder by Uraheim's chill and Ifraheim's flame respectively. My body has been burned, shot, stabbed, beaten, impaled on a fence, skull fractured by crystals, cursed, poisoned countless times, and still I have not fallen. I am the first dragon of Theria, he who was there before even Garljing arrived. My flesh is leather, ash and flame, and my blood is fire, for my heart beats still for the Therian people just a few more years."
(Dun Task)

 

As the word goes out, Valero who returned from Vacation only had one thing to say towards the challenger to the Overlord and towards their disowned brother…

 

"You lot really waited until I was on vacation to do something like this, huh? Speaks volumes about the kind of men you are. Sub-human scum. Someone who sided with a man who tried to poison my father... Isn't fit to be a Dragon Lord. Let alone challenge me for my title. You aren't worthy. So stay off of my mountain, filth. As for my brother Revan? Your days on this world are numbered."
(Valero Task)

• Raeliana has been promoted to High Priestess of the Pyrelight Citadel.
  
• Dun Task has been given Fotia (Sainthood) for their hundred-year effort in keeping Theria safe by any all means and giving their warriors their just deserves as well as those that needed home, a home. Because of this, Dun is known as the Dragon of Wisdom and will be joining the likes of Rinn, Sythaeryn, and Bastiel. He is now retired.
  
• The War Efforts are still on, with Valero Task still swinging his needle-sword forward to all those that wish to fight. However, it is to be seen with caution for those that wish to help the demons rather than protecting their own home to join.
  
• The Winter Solstice Tournament is still on, Saturday the 8th at 6pm est.
  
• The Pact of Beast is still on and going. If you wish to assist the demons, so be it.
  
• Last, but not least, Revan orn Apotychia can challenge to get this Helmet back at any time. Just send a letter and forget the poison.