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The man looked up at the sky as the sound of wings moved the air. A dragon the size of a small mountain roared past him across the plateau, glittering blood raining down from thousands of tiny cuts along the great beasts body. Looking back in the direction the dragon had come from fire could be seen at the horizon. The dragon had won against whatever foe it had faced, and destruction was all that was left in its wake.
Looking down unto the plains below, at the armies tearing each other asunder. The sound of war could be heard as if it had been within an arms-length. Dead bodies littered the ground.
A great tension suddenly erupted across the skies, and then there were gods among them. Their powers unleashed upon the mortal soil. And their races fought with them with religious fervor.
...
The man gazed down upon the plains, only death could be seen. Not even the gods had stood tall until the end, and the lands were soaked in blood. No victory won, no lands conquered.
Without warning the man turned his eyes around, eyes darker than death.
"War shall fall!"
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Seers and soothsayers across the world have for months woken up in cold sweat from dreams of war, and now their fears have come true.
Almost simultaneously, border-towns and defenses in every nation were destroyed over night, all citizens found slaughtered. No nation or god has claimed responsibility and every nations outposts in the central continent are gathering information, trying to figure out the ones responsible. Though they are all bound to retaliate in the direction most profitable.
For those living in the central continent however, this is no more than a continuation of the same. The skirmishes between the southern alliance of Sohlnert and the northern federation Bhakerdol. Even those not belonging to any of the sides will simply use the current situation as an excuse to get back at rivaling states.
In a no-name town on the ever changing border between Sohlnerts and Bhakerdols influence are a group of adventurers fated to meet, to begin a journey with the world in the balance...
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Lothn God of the Parosuln
He could feel the divine rage coursing through the world, his fellow gods raging at the attacks on their people, and he was no different. All wildlife had fled his presence, even those that would normally embrace a challenge, his wrath seeping out to poison the surrounding lands. Even the dark suln were watchful of him, keeping to his shadow like rats.
He had known war would come, since the first god-war he had known, but it made it no easier to calm himself when faced with his people dying. And he did still not know the traitor, the one who had finally broke the agreement. How had they entered his lands without alerting him to their presence, who still knew to trick the old gods?
"Meshak! take word to the Nightmares, tell them to find whoever did this."
He watched as the great sulns coiled out from behind him to dive into the earth, unnoticed flowing towards their goals. The old man stood up from the fallen tree he had been sitting on, waved a hand above the campfire from the night before, snuffing it out without a sound. He would see for himself the unrest in the world, and devour whoever had awoken his pain once more.
When he had gone, the animals of the forest slowly returned, curious critters going as far as running across the fallen tree. It was only minutes before they fell down to the ground, newborn suln emerging from their dead bodies.
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The Paln Nation
Messengers were running in and out of the biggest gathering the lower senate had held for a hundred years, more of the same information arriving all the time, none knew anything.
"How many dead!" someone shouted, trying to make his voice heard.
"Which towns did we lose?" an old woman shouted.
"Where was the army!" agreeing murmurs could be heard from all around.
The doors to the auditorium slammed open as the war commander of the army walked in clad in shining armor, stilling the sounds and bickering. All eyes turned to her as she approached the podium in the middle of the room, the governor currently standing there stepping down. Clearing her throat she gave a quick look around.
"There have so far been no survivors!" And we are still getting reports about towns and villages that have been attacked, at least eight ports and three forts have fallen. We need now, more than ever, to act as a single swarm!" Some of her suln appearing on her shoulders to voice their support, a great aldin centipede and a higher wahjin fairy, making all other suln in the room give them unwavering attention. Their paros couldn't do much but follow suit.
"Who attacked us?" most of the senate added to the question.
"We still don't know, our best trackers and surveyors are scanning the border and countryside as we speak, leaving no stone unturned. And where is the High senate?" Her gaze turned towards the two attendants present, and the group of priests gathered around them.
The men and women raised their heads towards her, looking at her with sunken faces, more likely to belong on dead bodies. One of the priests robe flapped around as a high meshak serpent rose up from him, addressing the war commander with a hissing voice, its mouth contorting weirdly around its main eye.
"Theyyy arrre rrresssting. Asss arrre we, the Towerrr isss not a good placcce to trrread now." the suln finished before coiling back inside his paros robes. The war commander looked at them before speaking again.
"We will hold a new meeting once the High senate can attend, until then I propose we rebuild the towns attacked, and prepare our troops for war! We shall not be surprised again!" The room echoed with approval and cheers long after she had gone. And the only ones left were the guards appointed to the meeting, idly wondering if they should stay there.
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Dohemd
He could feel something was wrong. Dohemd slipped down from the tree he had slept in, going hunting in the woods had seemed such a good idea a week earlier. He took of his shirt and let the suln bath in the morning sun, some of them giving of happy sounds as they flapped their wings, it hurt like hell, but he made sure to give them the respect and freedom they deserved. He then proceeded to walk through the initial steps of the first nerve-form, adding his suln to the movements in the way he had taught them, before he sat down and ate what was left of his kill from some nights hence.
An hour later the man was walking down an animal path leading towards a wide field of wheat, its town still just a faint shape of grey and brown, some windows catching the light. He was still trying to get his bag straight over his shoulder when he noticed more people walking towards the town, both from his left and from his right, people who didn't look like either merchants or farmers. Interesting. He sped up, keeping himself below the top of wheat.
The town proved to be somewhat cozy, two taverns and a church, catering to one of the ungodly beliefs they held in these parts, remembering that he was right around the border between the alliance and the federations influence, the former soldier was surprised that he didn't see any mercenaries or swords for hire, though they could of course be inside one of the taverns. He chose the one that seemed to have the best taste, "The lofty Horse" whatever that name had come from. Going inside he found it empty except for the usual drunkards, he sat down at a table by one of the windows facing the road.
Looking out Dohemd couldn't keep a smile of his face, something was finally happening, he could feel it.
Looking down unto the plains below, at the armies tearing each other asunder. The sound of war could be heard as if it had been within an arms-length. Dead bodies littered the ground.
A great tension suddenly erupted across the skies, and then there were gods among them. Their powers unleashed upon the mortal soil. And their races fought with them with religious fervor.
...
The man gazed down upon the plains, only death could be seen. Not even the gods had stood tall until the end, and the lands were soaked in blood. No victory won, no lands conquered.
Without warning the man turned his eyes around, eyes darker than death.
"War shall fall!"
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Seers and soothsayers across the world have for months woken up in cold sweat from dreams of war, and now their fears have come true.
Almost simultaneously, border-towns and defenses in every nation were destroyed over night, all citizens found slaughtered. No nation or god has claimed responsibility and every nations outposts in the central continent are gathering information, trying to figure out the ones responsible. Though they are all bound to retaliate in the direction most profitable.
For those living in the central continent however, this is no more than a continuation of the same. The skirmishes between the southern alliance of Sohlnert and the northern federation Bhakerdol. Even those not belonging to any of the sides will simply use the current situation as an excuse to get back at rivaling states.
In a no-name town on the ever changing border between Sohlnerts and Bhakerdols influence are a group of adventurers fated to meet, to begin a journey with the world in the balance...
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Link to the OOC
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Lothn God of the Parosuln
He could feel the divine rage coursing through the world, his fellow gods raging at the attacks on their people, and he was no different. All wildlife had fled his presence, even those that would normally embrace a challenge, his wrath seeping out to poison the surrounding lands. Even the dark suln were watchful of him, keeping to his shadow like rats.
He had known war would come, since the first god-war he had known, but it made it no easier to calm himself when faced with his people dying. And he did still not know the traitor, the one who had finally broke the agreement. How had they entered his lands without alerting him to their presence, who still knew to trick the old gods?
"Meshak! take word to the Nightmares, tell them to find whoever did this."
He watched as the great sulns coiled out from behind him to dive into the earth, unnoticed flowing towards their goals. The old man stood up from the fallen tree he had been sitting on, waved a hand above the campfire from the night before, snuffing it out without a sound. He would see for himself the unrest in the world, and devour whoever had awoken his pain once more.
When he had gone, the animals of the forest slowly returned, curious critters going as far as running across the fallen tree. It was only minutes before they fell down to the ground, newborn suln emerging from their dead bodies.
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The Paln Nation
Messengers were running in and out of the biggest gathering the lower senate had held for a hundred years, more of the same information arriving all the time, none knew anything.
"How many dead!" someone shouted, trying to make his voice heard.
"Which towns did we lose?" an old woman shouted.
"Where was the army!" agreeing murmurs could be heard from all around.
The doors to the auditorium slammed open as the war commander of the army walked in clad in shining armor, stilling the sounds and bickering. All eyes turned to her as she approached the podium in the middle of the room, the governor currently standing there stepping down. Clearing her throat she gave a quick look around.
"There have so far been no survivors!" And we are still getting reports about towns and villages that have been attacked, at least eight ports and three forts have fallen. We need now, more than ever, to act as a single swarm!" Some of her suln appearing on her shoulders to voice their support, a great aldin centipede and a higher wahjin fairy, making all other suln in the room give them unwavering attention. Their paros couldn't do much but follow suit.
"Who attacked us?" most of the senate added to the question.
"We still don't know, our best trackers and surveyors are scanning the border and countryside as we speak, leaving no stone unturned. And where is the High senate?" Her gaze turned towards the two attendants present, and the group of priests gathered around them.
The men and women raised their heads towards her, looking at her with sunken faces, more likely to belong on dead bodies. One of the priests robe flapped around as a high meshak serpent rose up from him, addressing the war commander with a hissing voice, its mouth contorting weirdly around its main eye.
"Theyyy arrre rrresssting. Asss arrre we, the Towerrr isss not a good placcce to trrread now." the suln finished before coiling back inside his paros robes. The war commander looked at them before speaking again.
"We will hold a new meeting once the High senate can attend, until then I propose we rebuild the towns attacked, and prepare our troops for war! We shall not be surprised again!" The room echoed with approval and cheers long after she had gone. And the only ones left were the guards appointed to the meeting, idly wondering if they should stay there.
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Dohemd
He could feel something was wrong. Dohemd slipped down from the tree he had slept in, going hunting in the woods had seemed such a good idea a week earlier. He took of his shirt and let the suln bath in the morning sun, some of them giving of happy sounds as they flapped their wings, it hurt like hell, but he made sure to give them the respect and freedom they deserved. He then proceeded to walk through the initial steps of the first nerve-form, adding his suln to the movements in the way he had taught them, before he sat down and ate what was left of his kill from some nights hence.
An hour later the man was walking down an animal path leading towards a wide field of wheat, its town still just a faint shape of grey and brown, some windows catching the light. He was still trying to get his bag straight over his shoulder when he noticed more people walking towards the town, both from his left and from his right, people who didn't look like either merchants or farmers. Interesting. He sped up, keeping himself below the top of wheat.
The town proved to be somewhat cozy, two taverns and a church, catering to one of the ungodly beliefs they held in these parts, remembering that he was right around the border between the alliance and the federations influence, the former soldier was surprised that he didn't see any mercenaries or swords for hire, though they could of course be inside one of the taverns. He chose the one that seemed to have the best taste, "The lofty Horse" whatever that name had come from. Going inside he found it empty except for the usual drunkards, he sat down at a table by one of the windows facing the road.
Looking out Dohemd couldn't keep a smile of his face, something was finally happening, he could feel it.