The Forest is Coming!

[CurledSpiral]

Within the Mire there are signs of another gathering of monsters. Campfires break the stillness as rough-hewn hide tents go up sporadically near the great fortress located deep within the Mire. This was no organized action of Nyx's Cult however. Nor was it a war call from one of the Mire's great leaders. No, the actions comes together from several figures within the Mire's monstrous populace. Each a blight upon the fertile lands of Esshar in their own right. One of those titans is an Ogre with skin as dark as Night and his boisterous words have stoked the fires of wrath in the hearts of his fellow Mirelings.

The Mire's denizens gather once more to wage war upon the peoples of Esshar. 

"'Dey think 'dey can come into 'da Mire without 'da toll? Makin' demands and threaten 'da children o'Nyx?"

"Well! 'Dey'z dead wrong! We'z gonna show 'dese Vanir wot'z it means ta' threaten 'da Mire!"

"We'z gonna go a' krumpin' we'z gonna go a squashin' a stealin' a breakin'!"

"WE'Z GONNA GO A'RAIDIN'!"

Details!
This will be a PVP Raid conducted by the Mire against the Vanirhallans. 
When it will take place is being discussed! 

[LittleFirebird]

  

    
Trouble brewing was carried on the winds to the Outpost of the Vanir, those Ogres were a bit too loud with their plans weren't they?
  
  

"They seem to have mistaken my warning for weakness, very well.

Prepare the Outpost, arm the men, and get those spikes in the ground.

By the time they're running away I want to see a bleeding head atop each one."

  

"In Kark's name we will paint the desert."

  

-Revna Rune, Expedition Leader

  
In the days following sailors and warriors alike could be seen fortifying the area,
large iron spikes surrounding the building were planted deeply into the desert with a sharp point atop each.

[CurledSpiral]

4-5-21

Monday @ 6 PM EST.
Date Determined.

[LittleFirebird]

   

The desert became a field of blood and gore as the Vanir and their allies made a stand against the creatures of the Mire.
Yet at the end of it all..?
        
The abominations were sent fleeing for their lives, back to their Mire, and the heads of their fallen?
Not a single spike remained unused, a clear message was sent in their wake as they were routed.
       

The Vanir don't make idle threats.