The Great March

[Garryy]

Following these events, Mount Pavonis was left scarred and ruined. Saved only by the Herald's dutiful sacrifice.
Efforts were made, unlikely alliances strengthened for a singular goal. Vdalion stirs from its snowy peaks. There's a march but it lacks the distinct beating of war drums that the barbaric mountain had been known for. Soon the other nations join in attendance, flocking together like a unified herd.

“Do you hear the unified march? Do not play deaf to it – do not feign ignorance to it. It grows and grows, taking to a volume that encompasses the entirety of Meranthe, and where does it lead?

To Mount Pavonis.

To purge the reeking stench that plagues it and to wash it over, cleansing it anew. Come, come, the Shattered calls upon his children for a cause greater than each and every one of us. Walk with me and make history.”

- Ivarr

Before River Iota, a long awaited ritual. The beginning of purification.

It happens on day of a solstice, under the peak of the sun and unlikely eclipse..

DATE: APRIL 1st SATURDAY. ROUGHLY 5PM EST.

[Epoch]

2048AC
Mount Pavonis.

The ritual finishes. The solstice eclipse concludes.
It is said the Echo of Amier cried golden tears at the height of the ritual when Raithe Folhammar sacrificed himself, killed by his granddaughter Miphion Folhammar.
Adrius Whitemane revealed to have also partook in this heroic sacrifice.
The lands purified, only possible by the sacrifice of those there and the prayers of those that attended.
Now all that was left was the Forests of Nemea beyond the mountain.

The brutality of what else transpired is not lost on onlookers.



((Narrate from the Event))

{NARRATION} As Hofgothi Ivarr starts the ritual with hands set upon legendary Folhammar, the sun and moon align. A solstice eclipse that has the sky blanketed in darkness. Here the stars are at their brightest, no longer little pinpricks of light but instead dazzling beacons. Faintly the planets can be seen as a line within the night sky.

The waters become alight with the aether of a Nephilim's death. A conduit for the ritual about to take place. A faint pulsing red-purple overtakes River Iota. Soon it feeds into this winding path, beginning towards the mainland of Meranthe and all around Mount Pavonis. Golden aetheric tears run down the waterfalls and streams that provide the flow of the greater River Iota, mixing into the kaleidoscopic run-off.

The air no longer so thick, corrupted, it is as if this miasmic fog had been lifted. Dead land starts to brighten, now lush and filled with life. While the entirety of the island is not cleansed, it is a start.