The Call of Creation

[Kiha]

  
The aether upon Mt. Pavonis once more stirs at the whim of a mysterious being.
From within the expanse of Realm Seven doth echo a calling, one to all with imagination and love for wonder in their hearts.
An ode to one who found joy in the things made from dust and mana, to which the greatest presentation will be given a reward.
  
'Bring your works, o' mortals, and weigh them upon the scale of imagination!'
 
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[Kiha]

Life and death, the powers of creation, surge in Meranthe now more than in millennium...
The aether of the gradually restoring landscape of Mount Pavonis stirs as the worst of the titanic battle has passed, carrying a familiar, soothing ripple through the thicket.
  

  
Rumors resurface, of strange sightings. Ones that allege the sky itself walking betwixt the resurging boughs of the Mountain's forests.
Perhaps there is more to it yet again, than mere rumor.

[Nerdlord57]

With the cleansing of Pavonis, pests and parasites lurk beneath the newly healed lands.

Yet another foul omen of a second wave to this current budding cataclysm has hit the ears of some, and such? A roar would ring out from the Final Frontier.

One of a maimed and tired man, yet speaking forth with a flame and fervor in his speech.

"Heed mine words and heed them well, Children of Meranthe.

Once again, fools seek to rear their heads and call forth yet another attempt at Cataclysm upon Meranthe, but not one that shall merely shake one segment of Meranthe- but all of Aegis. The Leech of Misfortune's Coven seeks to take power that is unearned and underserved, to strike against the Realm Seven to see the Echo of Amier -consumed- by their hubris.

These damned and twisted cannot be allowed to distort and change our world once again, so as the Champion of the Echo- I call to thee on his behalf.

March in droves to the Tower. Sacrifice as the Shattered has, and bring relics and artifacts before the Echo. These items shall be broken apart to see those who will take up arms against the foul Coven and their allies from the East bolstered against their terrible acts.

To the Priests and Priestesses of the many Shards of Amier, bring thy faith and thy will before the Echo. Such energies shall too be used to bolster the very people and the Realm itself from it's invaders.

Know that should these efforts fail, know that those who do not come to arms against the forces that act against the Children of Meranthe?
Aegis itself shall be changed forever, and our descendants shall never know peace."

The Realm Seven welcomes those, faithful and righteous alike, in these coming days to offer what they can to prepare for the sinful fury that soon marches upon them.

Will you answer the call?

[Shelpies]

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"Call upon your allies."
"Call upon your warriors of light."
"Call upon your guardians, your ancestors, whoever you may want to call upon."

"They are but hors d'oeuvres. Gather all that you have, gather all that you can."

"I shall consume them all."

"March with me, my allies, my brethren, my people and those of you from afar that simply wish to seek revelry. For this shall be the greatest feast of all."

"Indulge. Indulge. Indulge."
"Be my enemy, be my ally, you will only serve to bring me to greater heights."

"Gluttony has come to feast."

He stirs and seeks a grandiose meal.

Heralding the approach of Gluttony and his forces is the rapid construction of a fortress built upon the waters near the Tower of Aetius. The howling of the world spurns the battlements, a living maw made underneath his name -- corrupted further with the mana that he possessed, a sinful energy that roiled endlessly and tirelessly to gnaw upon the world and the tapestry of life itself. Forces of evil marched in tandem, as Gluttony secured allies to join in battle with his cadre. Yet further did his call expand towards many and all, to assist and join in the revelry: be it to assist his enemies or assist him and his group.

It mattered not.

He will indulge all the same.

[ValroseEmpire]

And the call would not go unnoticed...

"Let them come, call all that they may and in the end it will be futile. For they may know no quarter gained- the destruction of the empire is only the first step and with further dismantlement, the lasting embers will be snuffed out leaving no chance for you to re-ignite the spark that would be your next generation.

The age of darkness has descended upon the land. Ushered in by those that would be wisely considered your betters.

If it is resistance you seek to offer once more, you will meet opposition far and wide. My horde will feast this day...and you will know defeat for the second time. A chamber reaction that you will know no escape from.

Nothing you can muster will prepare you for what is to come..."

And so the great wings of Greed cast over the the tower bringing forth the horde. A presence well known was now aiding The coven of Misfortune.