War Without Reason [Gloomlight vs Atrellya]

[Titania]

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"I am a reasonable woman."

"You are not worthy of such an honor, as to parley with me. You are monsters, and you will be treated like monsters. If you come without reason, you will be answered as such."

"I'm done with you. I'm done with what you represent. I'm done with stopping the symptoms instead of solving the problem. I am His Holy Oracle, the Prodigal Daughter, and you are going to die. I am going to tear you out of your beds, burn down your nests, annihilate your little island so fucking thoroughly the very ground itself will be naught but glass and ash."

"And when I am done stomping the last of your eggs, purifying the last of your witches, perhaps-- Perhaps, I'll be able to focus on other matters for a bit."

"I will see you on the field, you wretches. And to the rest of Meranthe..."

"Join with us to see this problem solved."

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The Bastion mobilizes. Calls for vengeance, for judgement, resound throughout Unreality and Reality both, as the black and white banners of Aphros's strongest are raised once again.

The Oracle is done waiting. Be it her or they, someone-- or something, is going to die.

OBJECTIVE: RAZE AND RUIN THE ATRELLYAN ISLE
TIME: SATURDAY (ASHEN TOWER RAID) / ??? (CRESCENT ISLE)

[GSM]

The newest voice on the world stage steps forth.
At first, it seems to be an ordinary call-to-arms, an action made solely off of an in-tandem action-

But that's not the full truth.
Instead, as Shevaun speaks, a sudden madness overcomes her, and from the Keep, her essence and Aetheric presence flare with an untold, blinding hatred.

How opportunistic that Gloomlight's people mobilized first- it was, at this rate, a race to see who could declare open season on the invading wolves...

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"What a lovely fucking day.

Honestly, I was waiting for the day someone else declared this shit first, and my patience has already exceeded its limit.
I stopped caring about how this was going to end- all I know is that all that's left will be a bunch of fucking corpses.
And let me tell you, I'm going to contribute.

KATRINA ASTALET, THE TWISTED FATE.
JUST LIKE AEGIS LET YOU RUN, JUST LIKE APHROS LET YOU RUN, YOU HID AWAY LIKE A LITTLE FUCKING RODENT AND POPPED YOUR HEAD OUT WHEN THE SUN SHONE FOR YOU, AND YOU TOOK AWAY THE ONE LAST INHIBITION I EVER HELD.
LIKE THE LITTLE WORM YOU ARE, I AM GOING TO GRIP YOU, EAT YOU ALIVE AND SHIT YOU OUT. THAT IS WHAT YOU DESERVE.
FOR TAKING HIM AWAY FROM ME, BLAMING EVERYONE ELSE BUT YOURSELF FOR SELLING YOUR SOUL, AND SCAMPERING OFF WITH DOG-DICK IN YOUR EYES.
GARRET DIDN'T DESERVE TO DIE BY YOUR HAND.
YOU DESERVED TO DIE BY HIS, YET HE DIDN'T WANT TO DO THAT.

I DO.

ANYONE ELSE THAT GETS IN MY WAY, I WILL RIP YOU TO SHREDS JUST LIKE I WILL TO HER.
REAP WHAT YOU SOW, YOU NASTY PROSPERAN BITCH.
AND IF YOU RUN, THEN YOU WILL BE OUTRUN.

YOU CAN NEVER RUN FROM THE CHOSEN OF CHIREUS.

GOLDLIGHT'S OBJECTIVE:
THE CAPTURE AND EXECUTION OF KATRINA ASTALET, THE TWISTED FATE
IF THIS IS UNATTAINABLE, I.E. SHE RUNS LIKE A COCKROACH, THE OBJECTIVE WILL INSTEAD BE TO PILLAGE

[Chasing Daybreak]

The Demon Sage, Lord Ilysander, has not been seen for Thirteen Days and Nights. Last spotted with the Aspect of Apathy, Salem, at his side. In his absence, Lord Ingolf and the Supreme Mahatma have ruled the Crescent Fortress and spearhead a counter-offensive towards Gloomlight & Goldlight. 

Then on the thirtieth night, it appears high above the island: A Great Demon's Eye, a vortex of unparalleled mastery of Rift Magic. From it, the howling screams of the underworld- or perhaps Atrellya- can be heard. Winged demons, Three Thousand Strong, take flight and scatter like locusts, an unrelenting swarm that immediately scours off to nearby villages and towns, from small farming villages to poorly guarded fortresses...

The timing of the Walpurgis was no coincidence. Perhaps this was anticipated. 

An ever expanding darkness spreads from the island. The influence of man diminishes rapidly within the region. Calls from smaller kingdoms for aid are immediate: Stand strong on the frontlines, brave soldiers, or be overwhelmed.

OOC:
➤I'm looking for DMs to host some high stakes but immersive mini-events throughout the week. Please DM me @ nullchance! I can provide ideas/instructions, and general guidance. These may also involve PC vs. PC conflict!

➤Expect map changes/monster spawns to reflect this development.

➤The short-term role has become available: Night Creature (click to join/sign up), looking for volunteers!!! You were once a corpse, now a Demon, with no memory of your past life; you're compelled by your very nature to serve the Demon Sage and his Generals. Your natural lifespan is limited- less than ten years, if that. 

You're expected to die once again for the Cause: the Underworld awaits your return.
No one will mourn you. Behind you more of your kind follow you, leading a wretched force of your kindred.

OOCly- Spawns 'strong'. Short-term role; maybe longer but very unlikely. On completion of the role, +30 Tokens to a character of choice & a 100% Level Rebirth (Must spawn in at 16+). No expiry. Unsoul material is left on your death. More details to be revealed to you.

"...Is this what you wish to see, Salem? Or do you despise the very sight?"

[Shanal]

A hushed calm had enveloped the Citadel in the aftermath of the Gloomlight assault, as efforts were channeled towards the healing and reorganizing of its fractured militia. It is only in the wake of a certain ritual that the Aegis stirs once more, mobilizing amidst resounding, reverberating horns of war.

Discerning scouts bear witness to the troops marching forth, adorned with their familiar banners of gold and azure. They depart the frostbitten lands of the North and traverse westward, settling along the shorelines, ever encroaching on the domains of the Atrellyan invaders—the Ashen Tower.

Only a single declaration is made by the Chosen of Ualdir:

Twenty-five years.

Twenty-five years of sacrifice, twenty-five years of innumerable shedding—the shedding of sweat for our efforts, blood for our battles, and tears for our fallen.

Humanity prevailed when we eradicated one Empire of Fel, and yet these filths still dare to delude themselves that they can invade our lands, seek the blood of our innocent, and desecrate our hallowed grounds.

You stand among the most abhorrent infestations to ever defile Meranthe, unworthy of even the fleeting thought before being consigned to your brutal slaughter.

And be certain that you will meet that fate—all whom you knave call brethren. Not a day shall pass without you facing the agony you have inflicted, until not a trace remains of your blight.

In the name of our Gods, for the crimson spilled by those you mercilessly butchered, and for the sanctity of our realm.

You cannot run, you cannot hide, and you will not survive.

AEGIS' OBJECTIVE: Eradication of the Ashen Tower

[certainly]

From the desk of the Nakano-Shinjitsu estate comes Xuefeng's official statement regarding the anti-demonic offensive.

"Xuefeng has decided to join the offensive against the demons.

As part of humanity, we are bound to disagree on several stances. Sometimes, we will wage war to prove our stances correct; when that happenss, we see one group rise, and another fall.

But demons are a different kind of threat.
All of us have had to deal with them in some way, shape or form.
Maybe we've fought them directly, be it in self-defense or not;
or maybe they took the life of someone significant to us.

Demons are a threat above ideologies. No group rises, and no group falls; if they are left to do as they wish, all that will happen is the death of humanity.
As such, it is our job, as humans above all else, to erradicate what threatens our existence in a fundamental level.

If you wish to seek revenge, or simply want to help humanity in its defense for its existence, you are free to join the united offensive; and may they treat you as one of their own.
However, if you do not wish to meddle with such bussiness, there will be no one to shame you."

- Written with express approval from the Nakano-Shinjitsu estate,
by Secretary Qiu Zaiqiang.

The Ruby Jewel of the Northeast, Xuefeng, declares support to the general offensive against the forces of the Ashen Tower.

[PastaTM]

Peace is never lasting, War and conflict, are a part of what it means to grow. It cannot be avoided. It cannot be stopped.

  

Mankind, in many ways, shares this principle.

The forces of Arcadia have not let up on their forces against the Artrellyan Demons. At the cost of their health, their lives, and their home have been risked in their onslaught against the Arch Enemy. Silence has come for the past few months, though rumors speak of equipment requested by all of their allies to bolster their ranks.

For they marched to War.

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"How many lives have been lost upon these lands? How many foolish people run into the greater wars that they understand nothing about... Enobora and Artrellya, sworn enemies bound by time and fate. Clash once more upon forigen lands."

"Some say the Long Night has returned. This age of Darkness not found by the Meranthian people before. A time where people lack Hope, a time where people reject the Love and Death of the lords. Through the strength of Pylae, through the wisdom of Caius. Shall we fight against the tide of the Long Night. "

"I am the chosen of Pylae, and I will bring Hope where there is none. My people, creations of Caius the Lord of Death and Love... Shall bring forth their own praise to their creator."

"Death. Hope. Interwined as one."

"Come."

"Let The Hunt truly begin."

"We've been waiting..."

Iaoel Ealtew

ARCADIA JOINS THE FRONT

OBJECTIVE: PURGE THE ARCH ENEMY

[Zhonya's Hourglass]

[The sparks of war reignite.]

[Morg.]

The once parched lands of Meranthe now quench their thirst, revived by the cycle of life and death.

As death begets life, the cycle renews itself.

Amidst this cycle, the Harbingers of Survival advance towards a tower, recognizing that when a predator grows too gluttonous, their full belly blinds them to the dangers ahead.
And once their desire for blood grows too big, it is time for them to be taken down.

The Hunters of Serenity depart from their oasis, venturing forth to confront those who once deemed them prey, to reclaiming their rightful place in the balance of nature.

"I've come to this land expecting the corruption of the spirits, weakness and corruption.

Some of my beliefs prove to be true, as the spirits are so clearly deturbated by all in which happens onto this forgotten land.

Stagnancy has enfeebled the land, thristing for the vigor of conflict, as the spirits demand a spectacle of conquest.

But in the end, I shall not waste my breath on those who yearn for my final exhalation."

"May your fangs grow weak and your pelts decay into dust."

The Serenity Hunters join the war.

Objective: Hunt down those who grew too hungry.