Extinction (Certain Death)

[edetha]

Now is the opportunity for individuals to post any preparations they have actively made if they wish (as in, actually roleplayed/collaborated with others).    Show your will to survive.

A large quantity of mass produced bear traps have been laid down in The Silent Expanse at strategic locations around several Oasises to prevent the army from rehydrating at an oasis.

These traps have been buried and coated with a bait that will make them seem like a delicious burrowed animal at first glance, ensuring that some of the surely hungry and tired infantry will find their hands or feet mangled in a public display as a bear trap clamps down on them.

Seeing their allies be injured will hopefully make other demons perhaps not rehydrate, and instead fight in a less than optimal condition.

Esoti Liam and Linn were involved in the crafting.

Esoti Liam and Behitha were involved in the actual distribution of the traps.

SCENE LOGS FOR BOTH CRAFTING AND DISTIRBUTION



Materials For Actual Traps:

• 250x Wood
  
• 250x Iron
  
• 500x Copper
  
• 250x Adamantite
  

Materials for the bait

• 1000x Fireflies
  
• 250x Poppylus
  
• 50x Pork
  

Materials already collected by Bluebirb in ticket #1633

[radio]

 
Across the North a storm builds, the winds carry a precursor for the day to come. It beats against the wooden buildings of Xuefeng and the shackles atop the roofs rattle as if chimes lost to the wind. Within the western reaches of the nation lies the Shrine of the Fourfold, often frequented by priests who walk in the path the Emperor left for the people of Sheng, it too for nearly all of the Shogun's free time is her housing.
  
An open tome sits upon the tatami mats, its cover crafted by the taken scales of a demon ages old, ruby marbles decorating its spine. The Irontail adopts her seiza, she writes within the tome her story to come. As if she is able to make reality alone with the words given to the book which nearly always orbits her.
 

   
It has been three long years, tasks handed to nearly every magi within her Empire, each with a role to play. But now as the day approaches, there is no more to do. Only a hope in her heart that she can accept what she had done as enough, that there was nothing left to give, that she had done her all to prepare a newly growing Empire for the task ahead. Outside of the window, the caw of phoenix calls her attention as a dark feather dances through the air and lands at her feet.
 
A visit to Sheng, bringing back troops from a distant home. The production of ships within the ports of Aegis to ready their defense. A call of magical beasts to defend the north and appointing a ruler in Efespane. Upon many other things, the Shogun oversaw. But there lies one last.
 
Relic personal to her, one reborn within the very shrine she sits within as she comes to stand and make her way to its center. Upon a hook lies the amulet.
 
The Emperor's Authority
 

[Cpt. Prinny]

"From Embers we are born, seeking individuality."

Ever since the forces of the Demon King were spotted marching, the sounds of forging filled Tens' Citadel day and night. As their numerous forges are filled with the jobs given by the Shogun, to build boats and fill the docks with them.

Deep within the walls, within the House of Ualdir comes the loudest source of the forging, as Ualdirs Forge was in the midst of being used by his clergy. Weaponry blessed by the god was found dispersed between the members of Aegis, while the makings of a set of armour in his name was nearing completion close to the time of invasion.



"Through Flames we strive for achievements, pursuing greatness."

In the midst of the efforts, the entire Church can be seen having burst into flames as 'Ifrit' had been summoned to gain a piece of their flames to purify the demons in flames. Though the church was put out, it was left unknown whether anything was gained out of the ritual.

"Within the Inferno we gain mortality, becoming kindling for the embers of others."

Standing tall (3'2) and proud upon the frontlines is Cleald, Commander of Aegis, stands ready to defend at all costs.

[heartkreuz]

Since the scouts reported about the incoming invasion, a titanical warrior spent much of his time at the lighthouse.

Emerald hues glint violently alongside the infraestructure, wishing for time be faster on his duty.

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The time has come....

Finally.

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"Will to survive? HA!!!"

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The tyrannical laughter echoes on the frozen walls of the Ten's Citadel, turning around, said jade gaze meets the greatest army Meranthe ever met.

A smile crosses his visage.

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"Wait until you see what our soldiers willing to die are capable of!!"

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Coming from all places, there is nemeans from Dalthala, athelians from Gloomlight, beasts with no faith all of them together. Sharing fires and food without letting the pantheon interfere in what's considered a bigger threat, probably the biggest scourge Meranthe is facing.

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Different ideologies, under different banners, different gods, many motives but only one purpose.

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VICTORY!!

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The Shogun did a great diplomatic and administrative job, the resource allocation and the troops equipment grants them a huge morale for the incoming massacre. 

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The Ruby Empire will prevail.

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It is often forgotten, that victory is achieved by the common soldier, those without name who are slaughtered in mass. 

In all those years of preparation, Invictus has been seen in every war, creating chaos against the side he choosed to jump against, with a sheer brutality as if facing eradication, learning in the process that noble art. 

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The art of war.

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Because unfortunately, there is an universal truth, violence can only be deflected with a greater display of violence. All those years, fighting demons and undeads, facing the one who conquered death until extenuation and the rest of his victims were chased down for this moment. The troops respect those who get bloody and so, the man encourages the soldier, boolstering their morale with speeches that resonate all around the warcamp, the overconfidence bathing from the more commoner of the soldiers to high ranking officials.

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"The Ruby Empire is prepared.

Our hearts are ready.

Come, demons, you will see what we are made off!!"

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[FREAK]

Autumn came and went. So lovely, too, it was.

  

..Or so Katsuhito had heard. Hardly had he a moment to experience it himself, deep underground as he was.
  

Then came Winter, colder than any before it.

  

The political dealings give way to a march some ten thousand or so stronger, dotting the landscape with war-camps that he might spot in-between his frequent trips in and out of the land of the Empire. The deposited sum of precious metals that he'd stripped from the land in order to defend it find rapid use in the creation of a new fleet, and some odd defenses scattered throughout the north.

 
Finally, then, was Spring - and with it, War.
  

Bloodshed. A statement made by their enemies, and a statement given in response. Shaken soldiers, henceforth greeted by the rousing call of Invictus in one of his countless speeches, notice thereafter the melody of strings. Jade feathers flutter down from open wings, highlighting and contrasting the white-clad Drakanite that drew nearer. His presence is perhaps known to much of the forces, having made it his active duty to increase their quality of life through the distribution of luxury food items and amenities - but what proved more odd, perhaps, was the presence one Melionette Meandersong in his wake.

 

"Have you any doubt that we will persevere, you need only look to your left and right."

   

He had but one gift left to give.

  

"You need only look to yourself."

 

A familiar tune ripples across the open tundra, bounding through the stone passageways of the Citadel, the dotted camps of the North, and the streets of Xuefeng. A rising melody ripples outward, carrying itself across a dotted connection of wind spirits to find and reach all who need hear it. The strings themselves, occasionally accompanied by the dance of chimes or the reinforcing notes of a piano from source unseen, tell a rousing tale of triumph in the face of adversity. They promise no peace on this eve - but prosperity, on the one to follow. Through application of sound magic in the most literal sense might they invoke bravery and courage -

  

"You need only look to the world around you, and swear yourself to all which you stand to protect."

   

A steadfast command, running in tandem with the start of a performance. The voice of an aforementioned Siren breaks through.

 

Tides wax and wane, wearying one's mien,
Currents always aflow, never quite the same,
The path to the morrow will be a weighted slog,
For onwards we must trudge, through the bloody bog,

Light oft grows dim, hope's little lamp flickering,
Shadows carve a path forward, our breaths quickening,
Yet never does the beacon fade, tucked in life's little maze,
That longing, enduring; to live and fight another day,

Dare to float, when waters look to drag you under,
Dare to remain whole, when winds would cut you asunder,
Dare to keep upright, when a blaze would see you scattered,
Dare to walk, when ice would see the path forward tattered,

The song of beginning is here, the ground resounds with cheer,
For even beneath the twilight, there will be a showing here,
Spring's meadow and it's song, a gentle reminder interlaced,
Even from the cold empty, life dares to thrive with no abate.

(thank u deli)((i got her permission for this))(((she wrote this on the spot)))

[Valterak]

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The Ritual, finally, finds its conclusion. The uncertain disarray Time has been set into within Gloomlight fades away as if it had never happened, chronological order once more asserted atop this small slice of Reality. Temporal energies have been woven into a single cut of Solais, bark taken from the withered husk, and sent back to Final Frontier alongside a spear crafted by Regalus, Horizon's Solitude.

It is said when the time is right and the moment is true, the bark may be slot back into place onto Solais and the spear invoked, acting as a temporal grounding rod, to pull free an earlier version from the great stream of History to overlay atop the present.

But that is merely what is said. Who knows if it will actually find success once exposed to the chaos of real battle?

FROM TALGUTH, WITH LOVE (once tickets are answered)

• 100 Faith, weaved together with the Timestream and infused into the bark
  
• Horizon's Solitude, planted before Solais
  
• A single Story Writ upon the Greater Narrative, Hand and Quill invoked (funny pataphysical magics)
  

INTEGRATED INTO THE RITUAL, SURRENDERED UNTO ITS MAGNIFICENCE (they helped)

• Diallos Equisol (Time, Fate)
  
• Elizabeth Montelione (Time, Fate)
  
• Guy (Time)
  
• Kynodisme (Time)
  
• Rhys Canavan (Time)
  
• Sterling Montelione (Time)
  

ACTORS UPON THE STAGE, SUBSUMED BY THE STORY (we love improv)

• Blackwater (Black Hellhound)
  
• Cassia M. Silvanas (Wolfram)
  
• Christophore Garijn (Morana)
  
• Esoti Liam (Aenite Deserter)
  
• Ezra Ueda (Prototype Animunculi)
  
• Frode (Warrior of Chaos)
  
• Grit (Demonic Dragon)
  
• Jaizara (ARES-6)
  
• Kynodisme (NO DATA)
  
• Loramelian (The Inverted Saint)
  
• Pittwald (Myriad)
  
• Sterling Montelione (She-Who-Was)
  

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[Rued]

I. 
[PREPARATIONS FOR THE WORST.]

"I have done it Rued!! I did it!! My big baby is.. Ready!!!!"

-Basil Mooney

Since the day in which the initial designs would've been created by the Basil Mooney - Years would've been spent, in diligent by the King and the Head Research of Serenity, Basil Mooney, preparations in which Serenity would've have made against the worst in which Destiny could be able to throw at them. The invasion fitting quite well into such an description. Since the creation of the 'Spriggans' by Basil Mooney, it all would've led up onto the creation of a colossus in the form of an tree, the mana in which courses in it's circuits almost alien in nature - Completely unseen by close to all magi who come across such an amalgamation of Magitech and Runemancy.

It's visors always watching all in which approached.

Fending off and ending all of the fel in which dares to move too close to the domains of Serenity Dune's.

[The creation of a Colossus has been finished, it's order being to protect the domains of the Serenity. Waiting in a slumbering state.] 

[The app by itself has been made weeks ago, so I would like still to give some credit to Basil rather then not mentioning it at all, as her work has been crucial for the growth of Serenity and if the app get's approved, it would perhaps be quite an big deal for our defenses!]

II.

[RITUALS OF SPIRITMANCY]

In the wilderness, some would be witness of the various rituals orchestrated by Oshun and others of Serenity, all across Meranthe. It’s goal to thinner the veils between the planes, offering a long-forgotten truth to the hidden spirits, who have suffered for so long. The age of dictatorship had ended, now the timeless would walk amongst the mortals - Not as tools, but as harbingers of change.

From the forests of Delphina to the snowy peaks of Xotonal, as conflict stirred, the impact of these rituals awaited, perhaps drawing forth the hidden spirits of Meranthe to stand against the rising chaos, guided by Xotonal’s watchful gaze.  

[Things further will be mentioned by Oshun on a another post.]

III. 

[LETTERS TO OY-DENIZ]

In the past, with the arrival of the Oy-deniz Noble Shatter De'Adarch, political relations would have been forged with the ranks of Oy-Deniz, all due to the promisse made by the King of Serenity - To create an home where all of the Goblins could grown, to be able to learm and grow without the corruptive influence of those of the Fel. Without their filth.  And as the King kept onto his part of the deal, the Goblins of Meranthe, having themselves with the possibility of becoming warriors, hunters and even inventors - It would be the time for Rued to ask for his payback, as letter would be sent to the depths of the caves governed by their clan.


And in such letter, it would be exactly stated as this;

"Uair amháin ar uair amháin a gheall mé.

Gealltanas a bhí ann ná tearmann sábháilte a chur ar fáil do na goblin..  agus choinnigh mé an gealltanas sin. Chuir mé teach ar fáil dóibh, áit inar féidir leo fás go sábháilte gan an dorchadas a bheith ann.

Anois, tá sé in am agat an bhfabhar sin a thabhairt ar ais. Ionradh ag teacht.

Chun troid i gcoinne fhórsaí an dorchadais. A chosaint agus troid ar ais. Tá mé ag iarraidh do chuid treisithe."

-Rued Silvanas

'Direct Translation' 

"Once upon a time I made an promise.  

It was a promise to provide a safe haven for the goblin kind. and I kept that promise. I provided them with a home, a place where they can grow safely without the darkness.

Now, it's time to return the favor. Invasion coming. 

To fight against the forces of fel. To Protect and fight back. I am calling for your reinforcements."

-Rued Silvanas

[SPENDING 50K INFLUENCE AND 550K COINS IN ORDER TO SEND TO OY-DENIZ AN CALL FOR REINFORCEMENTS. IT WOULD BE THE TIME FOR GOBLIN KIND TO RETURN THE FAVOR.]

[CURRENT]

[Military Strength of Serenity] 

8000  

[Military Strength of Serenity's Colossus] 

???? 

[Military Strength of Oy-Deniz Reinforcements]  

???? 

///2000 Soldiers have been provided to Final Frontier to hold the choke point.

[Chance]

The Citadel and the Grimjall Abbey have been destroyed.

Starting things off by fielding one of the most formidable Sages and most capable Demon Lords, the Demon King began strong in his conquest of Meranthe. The Night opened with a stalemate between the two forces, as Abath of Ash conjured a shadowed smog that stole heat and warmth from the region, granting a temporary ice age. Galvanizing their troops even as men became statues of ice, cannonfire continued to volley against the battleships of the Atrellyan invasion.

And soon enough the real fun began, after humanity stood its ground. The Demon Lords Hak'tor, Valdis, Syndria, Delaynie, and their respective legions, were tasked with keeping the Ruby Empire occupied as Abath weaved her spell of Destruction. Optimistic and prepared, the unfortunate reality of the difference in strength became clear; countless kaor-level demons and seasoned imperfects, the Ruby Empire was outmatched.

In the midst of the Citadel, carrying the wounded and dead, a hard choice had to be made...

Make one final stand. Regroup and make to prevent Abath from completing her spell, or forfeit and take what remains of the army, and flee south. Cleald signals the horn of retreat and Miyumi follows; with arrows upon their back and demons chasing them, they choose to live rather than die fighting. Some twenty minutes or so later, a booming shockwave takes harsh, cutting winds that shatters all windows in the region, and a scarlet mushroom cloud is seen where the fortress once was, taking it away in another display of devastation and lighting the north up.

In the ashen remains, the Atrellyan forces make their war camp and preparations for the Conquest of Meranthe.

The Citadel of Ash stands at 20,000 strong, from 30,000.

The Ruby Empire has been reduced from 33,000 to 10,000.

Short-term event schedule:

The Ruby Empire has the chance to take the initiative, given the unfinished business. What they do now is up to them to determine.

A second major force headed by a Demon Sage, travelling by land rather than the sea, looks to the Final Frontier. Date TBD.

The Demon Lords of Abath are looking to the smaller, vulnerable nations. [Mini-events throughout the week] 

[Tristam]

Year 2136 AC

Located within a glade in the Arcadian forest, the Radiant and Champion of Alacritas prepared an unusual circle. Poppylus seeds were sown, along with mushroom spores in its middle. An arrangement that would remind the conception of a fairy ring. Similar to the myth, where it would be said that fairies would gather in a dance and make these circular growths.

Indeed, the topic of fairies were the spotlight of this ritual, where the Radiant explained their origins, their attributes, and their goals. In the making of the circle that wouldact as a beacon to send their call, many people attending the ritual were invited to share something that could please fairies. Be it, goodwill, kindness, flower arrangements, arts, songs, amusing stories, and even their worries. Even from the different origins of the people attending the ritual, there was one common aspiration to achieve : survive, live, and help their people. Some of the attendees have witnessed the strength of the first attack and witnessed the fall of the Citadel already, having a glimpse of the opponents Meranthe will have to face.

Across the donations, a bouquet of Lumin flowers were issued, along with a Chiron being a fragment of a star. Incense was prepared through an exotic recipe : imbued with white oil, the incense was super-charged with Aether aspected to Life herself. The ritual concluded with a massive intensification of the living energies that traveled though the forest, as the Radiant flew above the canopy to imbue the fragrance of the charged incense with the prayers and the blessings the people attending have provided. One final prayer to call upon the Constant of Life to transmit their pleas to the World Tree, and request the assistance of the fairies to protect the people of Arcadia, but also the Voice of Alacritas burried within the crystalline cocoon in the Garden of the Atrium of White.

Will the World Tree answer their pleas ? Time will tell. If not ? On a best case, the forest would be blessed to revigorate the defenders of Life and Harmony, while weakening those who sow Death and Dissonance. And, at worse ? Hopefully, this ritual may protect the defenders to be dessacrated by the atrellyan's vile magic should they fall.

Logs of the event for DM's.

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A ritual has been made within the Forest of Arcadia in an attempt to reinforce the defenses while also weakening the attackers. The results of such ritual made by the Radiant and Champion of Alacritas may vary. But ideally, perhaps the World Tree could lend her help. If not, then the environnement's blessing could at least provide an advantage for Humanity against the Fel. And in the worst case, hopefully the losses and the injuries may not provide strength to the attackers due to the sacralization of the people living in Arcadia. The effects and the success of the ritual is up to the DM according to the RP's and the materials provided :

• 150 Faith points to channel the call and bless the land (115 Faith from Svengalf, 35 from Mitra Prithvi)
  
• 1 White Oil mixed with the incense used with the Festival to super-charge it with the aetherblossom used in it.
  
• 1 Chiron, or Starstone
  
• 1 Demon Sage Crystal
  
• 1 Runic Lantern
  
• 1 Garret Richter (It's a mannequin with lifelike texture, almost the real one.)
  
• 1 Melionette's musical album : Something
  
• 75 Fairy Dust
  
• 6 Lumin Blossom
  
• 5 Perdegrine
  
• 5 Azilaena
  
• 5 Marignolia
  
• 55 Saniskirti (5 Saniskriti for the seasonal arrangement, and 50 from a single bouquet donated)
  
• 50 Fireflies
  
• 2 Jars of grappe jam
  
• 255 Poppylus (5 Saniskriti for the floral arrangement, 250 for the circle)
  
• 25 Mushrooms (Poppyluses and Mushrooms part of the circle sown and grown)
  
• The attendees sharing songs, stories, thoughts, worries, a feather plucked from themselves holding hopes, emotions and memories.
  

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Later that day, the Keeper Mitra Prithvi was struck in inspiration from the goodwill and the help received from the Lumin King and the friends of the Carnation District.

But tragedy strikes as the scouts announce an incoming detachment of the Atrellyan forces readying their move to march upon Arcadia. To triple the efforts of the volunters of the defenders, the Keeper and his relatives have given a generous donation of the following goods and coins to motivate the workers to ready the defenses in time :

Food rations for the people of Arcadia

• 1'200 Wheat
  
• 200 Pork
  
• 200 Carrot
  
• 200 Rice
  
• 100 Potatoes
  
• 100 Blueberries
  
• 100 Spinach
  
• 200 Eggs
  

Ressources for weapons, armors, and enchanting :

• 1'000 Copper
  
• 450 Iron
  
• 100 Mythril
  
• 180 Orichalcum
  
• 250 Blue Mercury
  
• 400 Adamantite
  
• 75 Tyrium
  
• 75 Arcanium
  
• 200 Leather
  
• 10 Magical Beast shards
  

Medical supplies, potions, alchemy, etc.

• 500 Glowing mushrooms
  
• 100 Sinka
  
• 500 Herdaia
  
• 1500 Poppylus
  
• 200 Luminite
  
• 75 Crystals of each element
  
• 400 Acorns
  
• 100 Saniskriti
  
• 10 Four-leaf-clovers
  
• 40 Azilaena
  
• 150 Alessa
  

And finally :

• 120'000 coins to finance the people.
  

[Chance]

Within the newly anointed Citadel of Ash, there is a stir and a movement of troops. Siege preparations have been made towards the nearby Kingdom of Prospera, roughly Ten-Thousand strong, and headed by two Demon Lords.

Nations may respond or focus on their own defense in the meanwhile. Prosperan officials might also choose to abandon the nation entirely and congregate elsewhere; or stand and fight (but that decision must be made before the day of the siege). Decisions to be made, and oh so little time...

Tuesday @ 6PM EST

10,000 vs. 5000 - Difficulty Modifier: 2x

IF UNHARMED: /roll - 2-3  is a 24 day temp, 4-5 is 12 day temp
IF TEMP INJURED:
1 is a -10vit perm, 3 or less is a -5 vit perm, 5 or less is a 24 day temp
IF 3+ KNOCKDOWNS:
1 is -10vit perm
3 or less is a -5 vit perm
5 or less is a 24 day temp
IF PERM INJURED:
1 = death
3 or less = upgraded perm (from -5 to -10)
IF PERM INJURED, total of 3+ KD's
3 or less = death
In the event of death, a participant may choose to sacrifice their life to save another. This should be stated by the person wanting to sacrifice via RP and not asked or discussed in LOOC.