Comeuppance - Sheol vs Delphina

[ACuriousGrey]

Many years and months following the ascension of Princess Cinderella into the position of Queen, the waters of the Southern Seas would find themselves in turmoil, reports of wraiths of all kinds as well as ships filled entirely with skeletons of deceased sailors coming in increasingly in droves. One day, however, it suddenly stopped. There was not a shred of evidence or reasoning as to why, save for one letter sent in the dead of night.

And then the forces of Sheol- wraiths, undead, and cackling witches of all kinds- began to assemble themselves, appearing through several rifts all around the Delphinan capital of Dal'Thala.

At their head was their Queen- a woman of blonde hair and empty, icy blue gaze, adorned with a somber expression, despite the cacophonous roar of laughter and celebration that droned on around her. A drastic contrast to the atmosphere that she always sought to create.

"A shame, that my game must come to an end so soon. Unfortunate, that I shall not gain any entertainment from it any longer, such pieces needing to be discarded. And yet, this is necessary. There are times where games must be brushed aside in order to handle business quite important.

I'm sure I don't need to tell you what you've done, Great-Grandfather. You already know, don't you? You've committed a sin most foul.
And it's time for your comeuppance.

Watch, as the world witnesses once more what it means to draw my ire."

Objective: Let the streets run red!
Date: TBD

[ACuriousGrey]

Date: Saturday, November 11th, 6 PM EST

[Galion]

Amidst this attack does something far more sinister come into play. Each and every member of a faith can feel it in the air, like a sickness beginning to ooze its way through their sacred connection.

Through accursed ritual, it begins to spawn upon the lifestream, a filth much like the spilling of oil to taint majestic blue seas.

"Your intentions have been discerned. 
I will see to it that cracks form upon your faith and unity."

To one in particular do these words seep into amidst his dreams, a beckoning that comes to light on the dawn of battle.

"If you would care to stop it, then do come meet with me.
Perhaps we are finally due for a dance."

Special Challenge: Ustrea vs Jokul

Setting: TBD

[RadioHead]

"Heed the call of the Twilight Age."

"Our allies of old may have tried to turn their backs on us, treat us like we were nothing more than what now tries to claw down their doors. By the Oracles explicit sanction will we defend our allies, in our dire hours their people came to our aid ready to give their life for the City of Twilight. We the people of Aphros have sworn an oath to defend all of Meranthe, in their darkest of hours."

"Take up your arms, fuel your rage, your ire, your sorrow, these tools to fight back against the Fel."

"A debt owed. Now repayed."

"Defend the people of Delphina, Defend the people of Meranthe."

"Or die trying."

-Captain Lyco Corbin

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The Bastion ...appeared within Delphina or had they always been there?

There was no grand march.

Only the purest of silence rang through the air.

Ready for War.

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Aphros
Objective: Defend Delphina from the Fel Tide.

The one day I can't join the raid...

[Retroistro]

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It would seem that the ranks of those who intend on raiding have sprouted, as the bundles of rift and portals disgorged the forces of Fel Empire. Demonic entities and undead abominations delibarelty planting themselves alongside their comrades from Sheol- Amplifying the palpable shade of dark magic festering outside of Delphina's borders like a miasma of encroaching death. 

Pawns and magi of the Fel Empire alike prepared to plunge themselves into the foray to support their allies as promised.

Objective: Aid Sheol.

[Nailman]

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The forces of Aegis soon accompany into battle themselves; Wayfinding portals lead the small squadrons wearing blue and gold through to the outskirts of Dal'thala. Their goal is clear; To pick off and skirmish around the troops of Skarnfel and Sheol, purifying the land as they pass; To cleave through demons and corrupted alike, in order to protect the city of Nemea's faithful.