[Warclaim] The Corrupted Cloud Temple

[Arkelos 1027]

 

On a cold, yet warming night, the Scions gather by dim light over their meeting location, eyes flickering over as the head scion, adorned by robes and her veiled hood unrolls a map onto the soft earth that lay in the middle of them. She seems to make several motions with her gloved hand, before finally speaking.

“Ladies, gentlemen, on this night I have gathered you all for one thing. The Cloud Temple of old. It has been corrupted, misshapen and abused. The very fact of its existence as it is now is a spit on the face not only to us, but to everyone who fights the scourge valiantly. Let us not forget who we truly are. we are defenders, guardians who protect the lands itself. National conflict does not take precedence over our beliefs.

What might our beliefs be, you ask? Everyone in this realm, who are not corrupted deserve to live in peace. The UAC, our allies have prepared for war against The Scourge, yet it is US who must rise amongst the many, it is us who must take the liberty of this fight, and it is US who MUST at ALL costs take this land back for the people!”

She sends a dagger into the middle of the Old Cloud Temple on the map, passion flowing through her body as she growls. She seems to have done a lot of thinking upon this matter.

“There is no shadow of doubt in my mind that /we/ The Scions of the Third Age should initiate this war, for it is our duty, our passion, our OATH, to take down the Scourge menace from its throne, and rip the head of Setherien OFF. We can not live any more in fear, and neither should the people of Anthos, tonight marks the beginning of the Warring Era for the Scions, and the Era will only end if one side is decimated.

I’d be DAMNED if the Scions are going to fall to these pathetic Scourge, these corrupted, ruined husks of shadow and lies. These over zealous blindly immoral corrupted that follow in their wake. They all will be purged.”

She takes a deep breath before rising from her seat, her tone even more serious, as if that was possible.

“We march, gather your things and prepare. After Lenfarthing.. We take the Corrupted Temple.”

She nods, before dismissing her Scions. Walking off without her light as she herself lights up, wisps of silvery light flickering from her robes as they flourish into a bright silver Aura, her whole form visible to the Scions as she grins.

"Their extinction has already begun.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jR26QCv1rCc

[OOC]

Time

[Negotiable] Sunday, 9th February
[3:00 EST - 8:00 GMT]

Forces

[Attacker] The Scions of the Third Era + Allies

[Defender] The Black Scourge + Allies

Location

The Corrupted Cloud Temple

Boundries

http://oi40.tinypic.com/10h9251.jpg

Battle Type

This will be an Event style Invasion.

Rewards

If the Attacker wins

The Scions will receive the land as it is, no changes will be made after the fight should the Defending side lose.

If the Defenders Win

They keep the temple lands.

Terms

No One Day Alts

No Brews

No vanilla MC potions (Archemy potions are alright)

No Block Jumping

No Stair Glitching

No use of banned items on ANY side

Rank One Enchants ONLY

No Fish (Plugin fish)

No hacking (Its a given, but yeah..)

[Rig 17580]

Shouts, and the clanking of armor is heard... the White Ravens are stirring. The Fortress of Ravenhold goes alit as torches are set aflame, as the men rally. 

[Shadeleaf 1021]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayb9v_Ycqq4

 

      Shae'tan sat counsel with the Harbinger's of the north, a change of venue within the deep blizzard swept lands, servants wandering aimlessly below with shriveled skin and crude weaponry. In the distance, a runner could be seen, cloaked in black and with a cape fluttering in the wind, it quite literally charged over any servant that stood in it's way, paying it no attention whatsoever and retrieving the same treatment in response

     "Masters!" came the muffled cry, the figure's helms turning as one to face the oncoming shape, bearing with it a tightly wrapped scroll of tattered parchment. After catching it's breath, the figure fell to it's knees, offering the bound paper up towards the head of the group, in this case Shae'tan itself. Grasping the parchment within both talloned gauntlets, it read over the parchment with seemingly a glance, the other Harbingers sitting a bit straighter in their thrones as the hive-mind digested the material.

      "He smiles upon you... child..." Shae'tan hissed through it's frozen metal helm, deftly flipping up the scroll and rebinding it, forcing the now useless parchment into the servant's hands. "Brethren... I believe the mortals are; finally getting the idea... it's time to push a bit harder in His name, and have no doubt, this will be of little challenge." it spoke aloud, as if to draw attentions to its shrieking words. "Kalgeryas... ready the cultists, Mortum, no mercy shall be held on the offensive, Orokana and Eudihr... demonstrate for the mortals what betrayal looks like." its gaze snaps then to Nihil, Merak, and Sitri'aim. "We have a special charge..." it hissed sharply as the far away screams of a drake could be heard over the mountains of the furthest reaches north, a shape visible cresting one of the peaks

 

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      "And by his wing's shall we take what is ours." Shae'tan stated, gaze locked upon the distant, winged figure as the gathered Harbingers stood as a single entity, staves coming to hand as cloaks were drawn and weightless greeves scraped along the northern landscape. "War is upon us; let us not tarry as we have previous, the mortals wish a fight, and so they shall receive one."  it concludes, staring out over the bleak, and blessed landscape as the figures below dispersed all but save 3 whom stood by it's side.

[Arkelos 1027]

((Time and Date Set))

[Jistuma 1996]

((That's on my birthday! I won't be able to show up... Good luck other Harbingers.))

[monkeypoacher 8055]

Tyrnal, sitting on an armchair in Zuden Ustirstorich, receives word from a servingman about this particular offensive. Lifting the stone mug from his end table, he takes a long drink of ale, before bellowing in laughter, which echoes throughout the halls of his newly-obtained castle. 

 

"Man aloive. I should loike te see 'ow t'is one turns out, aye."

 

He then stares into the fireplace in his study, a paroxysmal look of remorse stricken his face. During this pause, the servant stares at his master concernedly; Tyrnal swishes his hand in dismissal. Before he could reach the door, Tyrnal faces his worker, blue eyes narrowed and brow furrowed in anger.

 

"Bring me moi armah, and make 'aste. We will depart at sunup."

 

With that, Tyrnal turns back to his fire, slowly looking up at the framed painting above his mantle.

[Arkelos 1027]

((Edited, time will be re announced as I am currently sick as a dog. Unable to rp correctly, last time I was this sick it lasted a good while. So to be 100% safe the warclaim will be pushed back for a bit. Sorry for the inconvenience.))

[Knox213 10]

Oren takes over the warclaim.