Old Cinders Inherited

[erside]

Long ago, the land laid dominated by the Emperor of Giants.
Today, the will to protect the land of his children lay inherited.

It took years of preparation and rituals in advance to fully cater nearly enough energy to harness the power necessary to restore the brands of war that once belonged to the Amier Nephilim, Jokul. Two Claymores the size no normal man may wield lay petrified after the great sacrifice of the True Giant circa 2096. Weapons of legend said to hold the power to slay beings otherwise thought to be immortal, forever allowed to be forgotten. Massive and unwieldy with the power to destroy all that dare tried to swing it whilst unready. A combination of both Divinity and Man, in the shape of Eldr and Thegnblao.

It was soon after that his student and inheritor hosted the first of the Sundered Moots, which sought to pacify the diminishing relations between Aphros and its Crusader States which it found itself allied. Though ultimately failing on its primordial goal, the attention of a being whom many had deemed forgotten seemed to have picked up the student's will. Eventually, his trials were passed, and soon enough, he too became a True Giant.

Now with the land in a state of constant strife, pressure and stress, the Fel find themselves striking back at the Crusader States while they bicker with one another. Years of work achieved have led the Seer of Old Vdalion, Melidoyla, and the Grandmaster Bartholomew Wilkins of the Sundered Enclave to revive and restore the weapons long forgotten. An effort to see the wills of the past revived, and brought forward for a future with the Pantheon.

DATE: SUNDAY 21ST
TIME: 4 pm EST.
LOCATION: The Tower of Aetius

(OOC note: Those asked to make the outlying support rituals by Melidoyla may do them from now on up to that time just in case you can't make it. ICly, they're all at once.)

[CupcakeMomo]

Only through great sacrifice can one become more.


The call of Grimnir echoes throughout Mount Pavonis as the caraspace of Meranthe embodies the granduer of Unity, for it is the Nephilim of Amier that wields Eldr and Thegnblao, Divinity and Man.

A grand ritual is initiated, where the powers of Solais, Euphaedra, the Runeoak and Unreality are all utilized to restore the legendary artifact that the Emperor of Meranthe has donned throughout his conquests.  Woven, and organized by the once childseer of Vdalion, Melidoyla would guide Meranthe to bring back what has been lost, including her own soul.




Through the power of the Seer, dreams would try to turn into reality, as rules would bend, as all the gathered components would channel through her to unseal Eldr and Thegnblao, however disaster strikes, and unity exiles Melidoyla from it's fold. Wayfinding portals are flanked by rift portals, as magics of the Fel appear, leylines flailing throughout every part of Meranthe, a painting of betrayal.

Through every golden age must come shortly after, a Dark Age.

That which in exchange to revive a divine weapon...

Chaos rules on this day as once Melidoyla becomes overloaded with madness, and the uncontrollable chaos, and once beloved becomes a ruined flower, a cracked gem. Deep, black feathery wings and red horns.  The real name of Melidoyla becomes known on this day.

Catildre - Goddess of Discord.

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Shards of chaos fell encrypted within the bloodshed of those within the ritual, as the overbearing note of a flute drowned out all logic.
Throughout the year, rampant madness, and aspects of chaos appeared in every corner of Meranthe in various forms, as a concept of chaos had manifested, gathering all that which fell under its dominion. 

The presence of Catildre could be felt ringing throughout major gatherings, and where holes and cracks laid, awaiting - the goddess watched, to further worsen a problem within Meranthe. Such a violent outburst of energy would bring forth a title to the year of Discord's reemergence.

This is the Year of Madness.


The alluring energies of Catildre beckon to those that have a wish, that which have an image of ambition in mind, just as Jokul had one. Where rules are meant to be bent and broken, no matter the cost, it is all for your dream. Break unity, invite strife, separate the masses, and you will find it's Goddess.


[ Catildre is encounterable throughout various random locations, but the likelihood of an encounter is increased during gatherings, and wars where cohesion and order can be broken, and facilitate disorder. ]