Eye of the Moon (Atrellya vs Repose)

[ValroseEmpire]

Forth from the depths of Atrellya comes a envoy comprised of wolves, witches and warlocks alike. The ascended beings standing above them all. Pushing them forward towards their own ambitions. Howling to the moon to be heard from those that dare gather near the fortress. From afar could one observe platoons and packs moving forth towards a target that had been selected.

Those that stand in the shadows and watch in fear. 
They'd been marching towards Penumbra. Their location hidden not for long. 
Words heard about the hidden cavern, given directly from the Ascended Coming Sage of Destruction.

"And why might you continue to hide amongst those shadows? Though many of you are old and knowledgeable, you can not hide forever. If there is one thing I've noticed in my own ascension, my hunger is not yet sated. Our hunger, is not yet sated. There is no room for you here any longer. 

You so called demons, prove as nothing more than cowards. And to those such as you...that would call yourselves Imperfects. You will make the finest of meals. Reserved only for the finest amongst our ranks. Allow this premonition to be my only gift to you.

Soon, all of Meranthe will be devoured by The Eye of the Moon. 
You are but the start."

Objective: Capture the two Imperfects in Hiding (Metta & Sak'noth specifically) & any Kaor.

Date: TBD

[Didos]

"What a noise.. What an annoying barking."

  
Ravens suddenly spread across the lands of Meranthe, deformed beings with countless eyes that infested every corner during that night.. Coming from various corners and primarily, cracks in space itself, in the veil of reality. Bringing with its advance, a message of something.. Ancient. Something, that has not made a move in almost a decade, something that would much more prefer to not waste his time.
  

"A being that barely hatched from its egg and recently arrived on these lands, and already talks so much, thinking so much of itself.. A foolish creature, that acts recklessly and gather enemies everywhere. But well, what can we expect from something with such a rudimentary, undeveloped brain.

 

Incapable of understanding where he is, or even know its own  limitations.

 

But oh, if marching towards an empty place is what you consider... A hunt, honestly, enjoy yourself. But if you come after me, looking for me in specific, you will only bring your own end, together with what you call as an army."

   

The creatures would become more aggressive, miasma spreading wherever they were present.. Further, they spoke in the behalf of their master.
 

"After all, you don't talk to just anyone, brat. You talk to the Lord of Change, the one who caused the Ragnarok. The one who just hasn't brought the end of these lands yet...

  

Because. Well, I'm tired of wasting time with mortals.

  

However, if you force my hand, that will change very quickly.. And I will act again, so that everyone, every single individual in Meranthe, be reminded of the one who forged the true horde that once dominated these lands.

  

Act wisely, little pup, otherwise you will meet the same fate as that of Vdalion."

 

After the message was delivered, the ravens would become nothing but ether that slowly dissipated, and with that silence would return to those lands. However. A choice was given, from that moment onward..
 

[ValroseEmpire]

"All that chirping...and you ran like a coward. Fly, little bird."

The time approaches where wolves surround the crypts of Repose, standing amongst them The Abyssal being Ingolf. The ascended, in their midst. The land grows dark and the howling of the beast are heard.

Hunger apparent in their bellows. In their approach, lesser demons are chewed off and to the surprise of The Atrellyans who'd prepared for a great battle- those of Repose would be seen fleeing.

Seemingly abandoning the place of refuge they'd once taken.

With such, would victory be declared and howling for many nights to be heard.

Might of The Atrellyan envoy that'd slowly grown into a nation heard audibly throughout the land.

"And here I thought you Imperfects would be worthy battles. A shame."

(Repose defeat by flee.)