02-01-2021, 05:34 AM
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crackle of thunder.
ichor of humanity.
her death brings the rain.
Autumn. 1824AC.
Part of the world gathers to witness the so-called ascension of no other than the excommunicated priestess Celicia. Before all of their eyes rains down specks of golden and black; compounds made from faekind mostly tainted by occult forces. Promises of a greater state of life, of a revolution across all of Esshar for mankind to seize their destiny.
They call themselves the New World Order.
They call it human evolution.
Shaken and distressed by her brother's rampant madness and growing insanity, Commander Matryona pyr Docro demands of her brother to cease this nonsense, this perjury, this mad talk. He? Does not listen. Hardly is he the man he used to be, seeing her interruption as nothing more than an obstacle in his way. Taught by the Empire, he knows all too well how to deal with obstacles. Confrontation.
A battle.
The very lands upon which a meteor brought terror all over Esshar over half a century prior is desecrated even further. Occult forces and tremendous pain is held at the forefront of this battle between siblings, leaving the Commander meeting the ground face first.
A fire. No.
Disintegration of the forest surrounding them comes alive as no other than her husband, Ryker pyr Docro, breaks a promise through a sunkissed upper lip and bloodshot eyes. He wields Unersättlich with both hands. Every swing is aimed to kill, to slay the man who dared to put his beloved in danger. Dark clouds reign over the skies above, casting a terrifying shadow upon the Kitsune's defeated form. A man which the world called a monster for tearing apart a hero, the chosen of Eos, now was faced with his very own monster.
A storm of red and black.
A son. Rising up. Fighting for his mother's life, fighting against his uncle, wielding the man's creation to claim his head as he attempts the same upon the boy's mother. Failure overwhelms him as the dreadful reality of his defeat settles in, reminding him of the consequence of such.
Roaring thunder descends upon the first non-Synthetic Commander of Achyon's forces.
Called from the heavens by her very brother.
Sending her down towards Hel.
Saved.
A peaceful rest granted by the eldest of their family.
A tormenting nightmare for her.
For him, too.
The New World Order will change the world.
Will you answer its calling?
((OOC: To set up a scene contact me @Jumpy#0420 or Celicia @SleepyDemon#3558))
They call themselves the New World Order.
They call it human evolution.
Shaken and distressed by her brother's rampant madness and growing insanity, Commander Matryona pyr Docro demands of her brother to cease this nonsense, this perjury, this mad talk. He? Does not listen. Hardly is he the man he used to be, seeing her interruption as nothing more than an obstacle in his way. Taught by the Empire, he knows all too well how to deal with obstacles. Confrontation.
A battle.
The very lands upon which a meteor brought terror all over Esshar over half a century prior is desecrated even further. Occult forces and tremendous pain is held at the forefront of this battle between siblings, leaving the Commander meeting the ground face first.
A fire. No.
Disintegration of the forest surrounding them comes alive as no other than her husband, Ryker pyr Docro, breaks a promise through a sunkissed upper lip and bloodshot eyes. He wields Unersättlich with both hands. Every swing is aimed to kill, to slay the man who dared to put his beloved in danger. Dark clouds reign over the skies above, casting a terrifying shadow upon the Kitsune's defeated form. A man which the world called a monster for tearing apart a hero, the chosen of Eos, now was faced with his very own monster.
A storm of red and black.
A son. Rising up. Fighting for his mother's life, fighting against his uncle, wielding the man's creation to claim his head as he attempts the same upon the boy's mother. Failure overwhelms him as the dreadful reality of his defeat settles in, reminding him of the consequence of such.
Roaring thunder descends upon the first non-Synthetic Commander of Achyon's forces.
Called from the heavens by her very brother.
Sending her down towards Hel.
Saved.
A peaceful rest granted by the eldest of their family.
A tormenting nightmare for her.
For him, too.
Quote:"This is the beginning of the end."
— Celicia
Quote:"What. Have. You. Done?"
"What I had to do."
— Amelia Locke pyr Aertas, questioning a monster
The New World Order will change the world.
Will you answer its calling?
((OOC: To set up a scene contact me @Jumpy#0420 or Celicia @SleepyDemon#3558))