Awaken, Grimblao [I]

[Dreamspeaker]

Like a storm on a clear day, the Undead armies carrying the banner of Ad Contra Deos appear suddenly next to a place once called the Crescent Isle, now Pscaela. The few witnesses claim appearance of the myriad rifts that allow them to phase through from an unknown place, and where initial conflict might be expected, there is none.

They remain locked onto a single goal, ignoring any and all that may come their way, save for the necessary self-defense from any would be force that aims to intercept this army. They march in the direction of the Tower of Aetius, carrying with themselves tools and resources befit the preparations for a ritual. 

The arrival of their master does not wait for long. The nascent Primordial, Varrach, is seen making his appearance with the army. He carries the Sword of DOOM openly, and with it a peculiar, odd flower of crimson colors. The Undead are rounded up to make the preparations of what seems to be a ritual; a clear attempt to make a focused effort on whatever they've come here for and more than likely promptly leave after.



(OOC: This will be a public event. Attempts to interrupt this will lead to a raid-style battle.)
(Date: 22nd March, 6 PM EST, Saturday)

[Dreamspeaker]

(This is set for 6 PM EST, Saturday, 22nd March.)

[GriddyCannister]

[GravityChill]

For a while now the Drakanites have been atop their mountain, watching from on high as conflict stirs between nations. Bloodshed for kin and country, it is not what they dwell upon, lest good reason is given...

 

But of course, there does come a presence that upsets the All-Father, that causes the scales of the divine four to harden in anger as their benevolent gaze rests upon all of Meranthe.

 

Varrach...

 

For this vile act that the demon pursues, the Inquisitor demands motion, for it is the will of the four. To act as her voice, her newly appointed Left-Hand of the Chroma Inquisition gives a speech that melodically resonates across the land, reaching the demonic menace's ears.

 

"Hear me creature, I am Asteria Vaniska Nakano, Songseer, Left Hand of the Inquisitor, and All-Father willing, Slayer of the Last Demon. I see visions of calamity should you persist upon this plane of existence, and as a Drakanite who wishes to see this world free of you and yours, I shan't let it stand.

 

So know this, when you tread upon this land and attempt your vile machinations, be ready to see the wings of fate and the will of the four, all ready to make you regret drawing breath!"

 

(OOC: The Chroma Inquisition will be joining the fight against Varrach!)

[Inkoven]

Caethir will fight.

A busy, recently ordained monarch stopped in her tracks upon hearing the news of Varrach's ritual. 
Intervention was a matter not of their own safety, but the well-being of Meranthe as a whole.

And so, the first official address to her people as a King was held.

Not even a year ago had another ritual taken place- one that tore open a rift for a voidic entity to descend upon the continent. It was catastrophic, and the work of a much smaller group. This was different. No one knew what the nascent primordial had planned; but the newly dubbed Kingdom would step up to help prevent the threat alongside Drakanspire, Aeitus, and every other brave nation intent on the defense of their homeland.