The assembly of men and women bellowed at the sky as they were rallied in a once ostentatious and burnished town hall, now battered and dirtied by rapidly marching boots. "The gods have for too long dictated our existence! From this war forth, we choose our own fate, utilise our own free will in our own decisions! The gods will perish to steel and tenacity, and from their cold, dead hands we will extract our freedom!" Cried a barbaric general roped in muscle and sinew. The crowd replied in a raucous roar that ricocheted throughout their township. Backing down was not an option. ~*~ Lydia was concerned, to say the least. What could've possessed the humans to oppose the gods? They were an overconfident, egotistic race at times... but they would not seek conflict with the gods if they didn't have the firepower to enforce it. Her wings drooped, and she picked at her bowstring anxiously. The anxiety gnawed at her, and she conveyed it through her nervous glancing around the barracks. As an angel she was wired for battle and blind service of the gods, and in spite of her involvement in many a military campaign and dabbling in godly affairs and conflicts, this was fundamentally wrong. This was genocide. She turned to Parabolus, a minor deity of the sky, who was tending to pegasi and qilin and deriving what joy he could from pre-battle adrenaline. He whistled a horrific, yet somewhat jovial, tune as he stroked a long comb through a qilin's curly mane which resembled an 80s haircut. It made a curious gurgle in protest, but Parabolus took no notice, his hair exuding some kind of animate life as it popped and crackled. His unsettling aureate eyes stared down a pegasus that was attempting to leave the room before its grooming. "Why do we do this?" Queried Lydia, elbow propped against a support beam. "Why must we slaughter the humans blindly?" Parabolus frowned. "You know perfectly well why. They have strayed much too far from their intended path of serenity. They have become a genuine danger to the other races. They are our creations, and so they are our responsibility to dispose of." He grinned mischievously. "Capish?" Lydia crossed her arms indignantly. "That fails to rectify our actions." Parabolus smirked. "Chill, Lydia. Get ready for battle." Lydia huffed to convey her displeasure, and returned to the honing of her arrows. ~*~ The gods and men are at war, and the antagonism has gained such traction that many have been swept into the fray. Whether you side with deity or human, the outcome of this war will have a monumental impact on the history of the realm. (Disclaimer): This is set in an alternate dimension, in which there is a pantheon of gods, and their interactions with mortals are very prevalent in this world's history. Most mythological races, creatures and malign monsters exist in this realm. This should in no way infringe on one's religious beliefs, as this is in another world. There is no obligations to sign up, and you may simply leap into the RP. This is set toward the end of ancient times, on the cusp of the Middle Ages, but the gods are much more evolved and may make modern references.