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The Ordium. A mysterious divine construct, its purpose withheld from the mortal races of Athera. The great structure sat for several moons as a sanctuary after being restored by the Kharajyr, the children of the Daemon Metztli whom created it. But a sanctuary it was no longer, for the structure had brought war to the Kharajyr, and the once mighty beacon of faith was a fragile one. Under the assault, the Ordium fell from the skies, crashing into the bay below. 

 

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It is in these unfortunate times that the nature of the Ordium was to be revealed... The wisps of the Ordium scattered from the now desolate structure as the watery ruins of the Ordium churned with a foul energy... The waters growing unsteady and wild. After several days of stewing the power of the Ordium seeped into the bay, the waters glowing with uncontained power until finally, a cataclysmic explosion sounds - the Ordium's magical hold finally collapsing, releasing whatever it had contained into the world of Athera...

 

All those attuned to diety-based magic would experience a long moment of extreme internal pain, the voice of a woman, a mother, screeching would become all they could hear. Throughout the pain several phrases and words become apparent: "Creation" "Time" "The prison is breached" "The Mother abandons us"

 

The Ordium now blots out the sky with a sickly blue smog, the ruins weep with the power of its creator as several rifts begin to tear open across Athera now that the lock that was the Ordium has broken, and from them crawl a variety of hideous creations, each screaming with agony as they lurch out across the land, and yet almost every monster resembles that of a Kharajyr. The failed experiments of Metztli pour out from their previously sealed planes, each with ravenous intent and a bloodlust like no other in their eyes.

 

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A silence responds to pleas of aid. The Daemon responsible turns away from the mortal realm with only disgust - no more shall she interfere, no more shall she aid, no more shall she love.

 

[[The Kharajyr event line is now a global one. These events will be affecting all races. Please keep responses in-character.]]

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Evios blinks as he hears of the monstrosities, a moment of silence following, until he utters one word "Fawk".

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"Should've stayed on the ground. The higher you rise, the harder you fall," Archibald says.

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Silence.

 

Silence had engulfed The Dragonfly Druid as she mediated upon her Willow tree, basking in the glow of light as she prepared mentally. her body relaxed, her soul at ease. Preparing to bring a fight towards the Feral Elves as she took deep breaths.

 

But then the voice came.

 

Coming from her head, the voices screeched and she jumped up to her feet, the one armed Druid looking around with her staff outwards.

 

"Creation" The voice spoke

 

Drakos prepared herself as a green hue shone from her eyes, remaining deathly still as the leaves above rustled to her command, vines draping around Drakos. No sounds came from the Dryad's form.

 

"Time" The voice once more spoke up

 

She kept her body still, taking deep sharp breaths, the Willow tree, the Dryad Tree, crawling its bark over Drako's form as if a protective shell. Her body seemed to become rigid within the embrace.

 

"The Prison is breached." it spoke, "The Mother has abandoned us."

"The mother?" Drakos looked out from her shell, and as she did a rift opened not too far from her tree. The Dryad seeing the Kharajyr mutant coming out from the rifts as her eyes widened, "W-What do you mean the mother has abandoned us! Speak now!" and nothing came, combat was to ensue at the turf of the Druid and Dryad's home. And in that ground, Drakos stood tall, incapacitating the creature, but letting it go far beyond the expanse of her tree.

 

"This is getting worse, first the Ferals, now the Kha, what is next? What does she mean, The Mother has abandoned us?" she huffs, looking towards the distance once more, "Rupert, things might get worse before they get better, and I'm prepared for anything."

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Ja'Xundra looks upon the sky, the stars drowning in the smog of time before his very eyes. 

 

"When we ignore mother moon... time repeats itself."

 

The priest of Metztli breaks down into a hysteric scream on the ground.

 

"Her fury... inevitable."

 

He puts a hand to his heart, gazing in terror at the moon.

 

"We shall suffer for our sins, Goddess."

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Yuulpria listens to the cries of distress from the pirests and priestesses

"Eh? Metztli deesliyks her cheeldrawn bi'caws sawm kha that SHE chuus mayd tha kha neglect tha ordium... Pfff.

Stu'peed."

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After recovering from the pain and returning to his senses, Bircalin, sitting cross-legged before a cozy hearth, sets down the spilled bowl of piping hot mushroom broth at his feet.
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He gazes into the flames licking at the firewood, tossing another log into the crackling embers as he mumbles to himself bluntly.
"Never can a man enjoy some warm broth, lately..."

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Hoppy lets out a screech as his mind is invaded by the horrifying voices, rolling around on the floor of the Druid Grove in a panic.

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Sa'Dawnyeel now has had proof of Metztli's existence and returns from being a white-wash

((Rply, almost nobody had found out he was, no meta, k thx))

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Allister nurses his armored side as he picks himself up off the dirt. The psychic screech rings still through his mind as he peers over to the ruins of Ordium, only capable of a single utterance.

 

"Whoops"

 

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Jakob Staedtler hears of these creatures, ensuring all of his strike force's soldiers are well-geared.

Pelian Hestiv sighs hearing the news. He stares into the fire of his Montfort business' common room, thinking of it.

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Lurcano shakes his head as he surveys the ruins of the Ordium from a distance. He shakes his head grimly as rumors of what went on that faithful day are discussed over the taverns and inns all around Oren. "Once again us Humans are getting pulled into problems that we had no buisness being in. Lets just hope Petrus' walls can stand firm."

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In Leuvaarden Bishop Kristoff rallies the commoners  to the docks. "This is what happens when you take on false Gods. Does the creator make the earth shake because he doesn't have enough power to keep the earth in it's place? No. God only sends catastrophes to purge the wicked. Their Daemon Goddess has forsaken the Kharajyr, and with that they have unleashed unholy creations. I have faith and so should you, that he with the Order shall keep these...Things, at bay. Deus Magnus,"

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