ThatFunkyBunch

Gildizeth Jusmia stares with wide eyes as the ship slowly rolls in to see the meteor ravaged land. Yet another one, lost to time.

He spent the next few days traveling by horse-back, reading old scrolls with frowns. It was good to have seen it like it lasted. But as every Maehr settlement, it fades within two hundred years. Without fail. A deeper curse or simply not meant to be? Unity had always been a driving goal. But now the young man pondered on much he had seen and heard.

With the mushroom forest far behind, Gildizeth heads north.

A culture's teachings, and most importantly, the nature of its people, achieve definition in conflict. They find themselves... or find themselves lacking. Every city that fell had proven, the Maehr found themselves lacking. But would it always be so? In dark eons, light flickers to life to help guide a way.

For now, the young writer lays his head back on the bedroll. Letting sandman whisk him away.

An Inferi carefully tends to a horrid spear. "Another fracture. Let us see if they kneel upon arrival. Chaos, truly. But strategic? Time will tell, if the flames of Xion scatter, I believe. It will...evolve. Those which spurn divinity chase the flames of god-hood." "Perhaps now, the Mystics will reclaim the legacy paved by generations and generations, from the dawn of the dark arts."

Some green caped menace knows few things. The local cathedrals teachings and devotion to the state. However he remains in a clinic. Smoking with an Orc.

 

A herald of Sin continues to creep through the overgrowth of the cursed forest. Shovel in hand, watching the leagues of ghouls begin their own march. Its gaze settled out towards the land of Cherry blossom and mushroom.

Some very busy elf nods in approval. The green caped menace departs, for now.

9 hours ago, megavoltar said:

"No."

 

A wither skeleton aside the bone throne leaning over neigh prone rose.

 

"I'd sooner kill myself."

 

They polished their teeth with coarse rock.

 

"We'd sooner kill ourselves.  Lest again, we trust a-"

 

they made funny hands

 

"Child of the odd.  You want 't get sealed by them?"

 

@ThatFunkyBunch

"Only few of us can be sealed. And with our track record. They won't be sealed for long. . ."

A shaman of ages lost stares at the notice. Before he smiles and offers it to this kin.

"Our duty to the Maehr rises. We must help however we can. So says the Head of Sect Agate."

An Inferi reads over the news. If it could smile, it would.

"Paranoia aside."

"Look how they hunt down those cast in shadow. Perhaps we should go through with Deadmunds plans, they have all their summits. So let us, gathering the dark, and speak to them all." "Xionist, Ibleesian. They view us the same. It all ends the same anywho. I implore you, let us begin Diplomatic relations with these children of the dark."

@femurlord

3 hours ago, sam33497 said:

"Hrmm. . . I did not mean to frame them this intensely." mused an undead.

"This is, very funny." Comments a demon.

Demon

Nub wae." Says an Inferi. Cackling at the missive

An icon of Sin prepares a small device for a smaller construct.

"You should have faced me willingly Laedyra. I told you. I will take everything from you."

A towering Icon of Sin begins to slowly walk the Hexicanum walls.

"I told you Lanre."

"I was but a mirror."

While pretending to not, be an Inferi at all in old armor. It snatches up a missive and reads it over with an amused sound.

"First, Chaos."

The creature comments. clinging to the tower tops as it roamed high over head.
 

A Herald of sin stares down at shifting forces roaming across the Hexicanum.

"Haense, is like a stagnant beast which labors for breathe."

"May their strong rise from the fire the Lord created. May the weak die in the crossfire."

Perhaps, allow capitals more bells. Say, a 20 minute timer. This allows defenders more chances to raise alarms.

Their is no escaping the Eye of Iblees.

An Inferi prepares their equipment. Watching the Darkstalkers go over map plans and lay outs of the forest. Prepared to fight, die, and get resummoned by the Red Lich time and time again.

"Just like the Brain Desus"

"The *******, Irony." Some Inferi comments, glancing down at a massive pile of missives from Hyspia

In the border of the lifeless forest and a land of vibrant mushrooms and trees. An inferi checks over their gear, glancing around to others in the warband. A seldom nod given. It was time, to go to war.

An Inferi cackles loudly at the news. "Round three let's get this next continent war going!"

The demon, hands out copies.

"We got Neighbors" @femurlord@megavoltar

Akezo blessing go brr