[Trailer] [Recap] 9.0 Final Event - Freedom or Control

[squakhawk 14038]

 

 

 

So much have I sacrificed to seek the freedom to move. Defiant men that walk stone I made, eat crops I'd grown, shelter from storms I'd bring. And they use this freedom they have to put mine down.

 

I suppose it's come to this. The mutinous pets of Gazardiael and Tahariae marching their obedient soldiers to battle.

 

How misguided.

 

 

 

Report from The Northern Front

 

The Northern Front has been the most brutal on descendantkind, attacking the most populous places - the realms of man. Norland, embroiled in their own conflict, found themselves upon the frontline of Orsathiael’s seemingly infinite armies. With a pyrrhic victory at Veletz, the forces of The Empire, Norland, and the Azdrazi sieged out Cerulia, the formerly captured fort. With a brutal battle leading to it’s capture, Norland was now where the brunt of his forces lay. Orsathiael’s forces assaulted the walls, the slain wyvern that once terrorized the northern skies burning men alive in their armour atop the walls. With blood shed by steel staining the walls and plate of both sides, lucky cannonfire downed the great beast as Orsathiael’s forces found themselves exhausted of replenishment - forced to retreat in what would be a close victory for the descendants.

 

Whilst descendants assaulted New Valdev to retake it from Orsathiael’s forces, the nephilim of Tor’Praeth discovered the remaining skybound wyvern’s powersource within the ruins of lumbridge. Destroying it, they weakened the beast they determined to hunt, whilst the bloodied nations of man were repelled from the formerly haenseni walls. 

 

In the following months, the nephilim hunted the wyvern in hiding with traps and great weapons prepared in assault. Luring it, they were able to kill the beast after many were injured and slain by its frozen breath.

 

The Northern Front was closed after the realms of man besieged the northern stronghold of Goldenvine. Once a flourishing port, it now held the bulk of his remaining forces and souls to puppet corpses of men. From land and sea they attacked, assaulted by waves of enemies in frenzied defense and Orsathiael’s sorcery - a tidal wave of captured souls threatening to drown the attackers, crushing many beneath their waters before the cairn Anchor which held their souls was destroyed. 

 

 

Report from The Heart of Aevos

 

The Heart of Aevos had left a besmirched mark upon the middle nations of Aevos, Garenbrig was besieged and assaulted as The Boar, an amalgam of thousands of souls made manifest, crushed against their walls. Becoming wounded, it retreated to Petra, making it the stronghold for the region which had stormclouds blotting out the sun over middle Aevos. 

 

With a retreat from Childeok, the mountain’s forces were defeated by descendant hands and steel as they scouted Petra to learn of it’s great defenses. Foothold by foothold of what was once former keeps and castles under Petra’s purview, the descendants of Numendil, Caurost, and The Warnation of Krugmar were able to ebb closer and closer to Orsathiael’s foothold. 

 

With a great battle, descendants and Orsathiael’s unreinforced minions fought a brutal fight. Smoke and gunpowder would fill the air of what was once tranquil streets within Petra’s walls. Despite the casualties racking up higher and higher, the warriors of middle Aevos fought onward - determined to extinguish the last stronghold of Orsathiael in their land. Meeting once again with the apparition, fire, iron, and sorcery alike met it’s ethereal form as it stung with the purity of Aurum and Antimagic. A bloody fight, and a bloody victory, as descendants retake the once corrupted city from the amalgam which had tormented them for so long, middle Aevos cleansed of Orsathiael’s presence.

 

 

Report from The Western Assault

 

The Western Front found themselves most troubled in the middle stages of this great war, with The Mountain’s forces assaulting Koyo-Kuni. Razing the once peaceful sakura forests and destroying the buildings of oak and pine alike with might and magic, Koyo-Kuni stood defiant as the nature of bushido meant they would seek to repel his forces at any cost. Although many perished, Koyo-Kuni still stands, defiant of Orsathiael’s rule.

 

Rahtuma was sieged shortly thereafter, one of the strongholds of the southwest as Crothstad’s Chimera made itself seen - causing havoc and destruction upon the attackers before it retreated to consolidate with the Urguani beachhead, Orsathiael’s western stronghold. Although retaken, descendants again faced a costly victory - fewer willing to take up the sword with each battle, fewer able to.

 

Illivira, the once paradise of Nevaehlen’s shores, now lay corrupted with Orsathiael’s forces and ships alike. Assaulted by sea, the woodelves, urguani, and Koyo-Kuni warriors were determined to exterminate Orsathiael’s method of transport which could prove deadly if left unchecked. Although their ships were burned, the descendants emerged upon the other side victorious.

 

It all came to a head when The Urguani Beachhead was sieged - once the site of The Western Front’s greatest and most costly defeat, the warriors assailed the beachheads in tandem. The Chimera flew within the sky above, reigning fire and terror with it’s heads and claws as it ripped through descendant ranks. With brave use of boomsteel and cannon alike, the Chimera was thrown from the skies - plummeting to the earth where it was slain, Crothstad’s final hunt finished as The West was now free of Orsathiael’s torment.

 

 

Report from The Cinderwatch

 

The Cinderwatch however, had their own fights at hand. Storming the various gates of Aevos, they’d uncovered vast amounts of history of Orsathiael, The Palmreaders, and Aevos alike. Delving through his memories, finding his slain champion and relieving him of the accursed burdens he’d left behind. They too looked to allies both new and old - The Agathorian colony of Greyling harbour was visited, where the descendants learned of Aevos’ history from the outside, and how the storm had expanded and swallowed the seas for miles and miles. Further, they looked below the earth - meeting The Mori Queen Felyndiira Mieriliis, uncovering history and secrets of The Drakaar Seraphire’s past, finding more of Orsathiael’s meddling in their history.

Delving through his very memories from The Fifth Gate, the descendants learned much of Aevos and Orsathiael's past - yet it was difficult to deciper, a jumbled mix of the past both near and far. Through all these memories, only one was able to respond - Foresight, the foremost prophet of The Daemon of Rulership and Control. After speaking upon what would become inevitable, a conversation that seemed to preordain what was to come, the descendants were spat before the foot of the mountain. The war had no longer become purely for freedom - but a vindictive, hateful god. He may believe he is righteous - but without mistake, do his ambitions put descendants in peril no matter the goodness of cause.

 

After exploring the final gates, learning further weaknesses and history of The Palmreaders and a Lady Seryn, one who spelled fear even in Orsathiael, The Cinderwatch found all gates cleansed of his corruption - pilfering them of his treasures, finding what he sought most. Of the most dilemma was the great cairn within the fourth gate, which held a bulk of the souls for Orsathiael’s minions. Trapped in his blood that spread across Aevos, Shadegrain, Aruzond and Sordran were left with a choice. To use these souls for their own gain, to defeat Orsathiael - or instead, to hope to defeat him without so, and free them. A choice only they know which to make.

 

 

Spoiler

September 6th, 2025

Time TBD. Will be announced in the Event Discord.

 

 

 

 

 

S T O R Y     T E A M

9.0 Antag - The Mountain That Lives

 

Hi meows,

 

 

 

Antag is wrapping up, and I want to say it's been an incredible ride. By far from both (totally anecdotal) player and ET feedback, this is by a longshot the best and most steady Antag event we've had. We've learned a lot both for now and next time, and ways that we'd like to improve too. The idea of an antag entirely in the hands of player decisions from day-one on the map is terrifying, but I think it worked - maybe even just this once will it ever work. I want to thank you guys, both players and ET alike, for all their work so far in making this happen and making sure it was a memorable and fun thing.

 

Following the final event on September 6th, we will be releasing an [Epilogue] post, which will host a feedback form. Alongside that, we (plan) to move to a transition map shortly thereafter. Thank you guys for the stories and memories, and I'm looking forward to the finale, and beyond too.

 

See you then,

Squak

 

 

 

 

[SaviourMeme 968]

I love vidya and the mountain

[BoyWonderr 346]

wild

[Jamwill 211]

Gallio polished a tooth taken from the Great Chimera with a smile on his face. A hunt long overdue was finally over, although the war against the mountain was not yet finished. "Ef the mountain controlled the Great Chimera, Et might haveh some other great beasts fer us t' slay." He thought to himself with a chuckle. "The Chimera might've been the end o' Crothstad, but et can be our beginnin'."

[PrinceJose270 1211]

Gusiam gripped at his flaming spear as he stood guard at the Celestial engine, the Tooth of the chimera wrapped well with a string around his neck, Yet as the cursed child could only look up. Countless times he saw the energies or Orsanthiel flock to its mountain. Even he knew well this was the closing our of this land, the fate between letting a rampant daemon run loose and destruction for decendent kind he cared for much amount.

Gusiam felt the snow drift more, Yet the enflamed sword and cloak upon him braved the deathly frost like no other. And only words spoke out. "Thalandir, Eryndor... This is a war fought hard, I've seen many friends fall to the forces of the Daemon. Even before when we had destroyed the star sorcerer's comet, It... makes me wonder what the world would be like if we not take the steps we did now."As gusiam said this, those energies of flame grew, his eyes closed if but a moment, feeling the warmth clash against the eternal frost."I do not regret such actions we had took together for it saved the lives of many, and such i make a promise. A Promise I made the moment I had joined the cinderwatch, and the risks that bared with them."

As Gusiam spoke these words, the flames upon his blade and cloak danced around, melting even some of the snow as his eyes were dead set on the direction of the mountain, glowing a firey amber, as the reptilian hues saw the mountain as its next target."I promised to be a shining beacon in the darkest hour of decendency, to fight when no one else could... to be the shield of the weak and innocent. That, is my duty as one of the cinderwatch. Let Orsathiael come with all his might, and I shall gladly challange such if it means i can protect my family and people. To surrender means to be naught but puppets. we must strive beyond what limits is the duty to aid decendency beyond its barriers that withhold us, to become the Heros that the world needs in its time of need."

"Heed my Promise Thalandir and Eryndor.... Orsathiael will Fall at the great battle, I shall ne allow such harm decendents any further, even if they are a daemon beyond measure. I, will, FIGHT!" To such, the shamaic energies flowed, metling the way at the snow and frost within the gate and just outside. The shaman waiting, preparing for the battle to come with vigor, he was ready to fight what was akin to a god.