The place of no return, an old abandoned factory where combat ready androids were produced in mass. Some say that the lands are cursed, often people go, and never return. The few that do come back are never the same, far away from the lands of Meranthe!!!

Quote:"Whatever she wants I'll get it. Besides, all these dang kids. They need hairs on their chests! Adventure is upon us, family get ready we're going to the danger zone. A place where they don't come back. This is a Loki sanctioned triple S - Classed mission!"

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On the borderzone between Aen, and what was once Barsburg lay the arid wasteland where war raged across the lands. Though the desolate junkyards now lay untouched by mortal hands, dangers still lurk within the craters, and pits left behind by weapons unimaginable. 

The task was simple:

Fell one of the still-lumbering synthetic war-machines, and bring home its parts for processing.

The machine in question?

A Donnervogel Titan prototype left behind after the war was over, since re-activated due to circumstance.

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"It's come to my attention that we've lost two commanders within a short period of time, and due to this, we've taken a huge hit overall. 

 

Their lives were lost due to their own mistakes.

 

As a member of the Kingsguard, I will not allow us to continue to make the same mistakes.

 

The King has given out his orders to us, you are all expected to follow.

 

To the Kingsguard and Scalesguard, if you are caught doing anything unnecessary, you will be punished depending on the severity.

 

If you don't know about the King's orders, then you are to find me, and I'll provide the information. 

  

Those interested in joining our guard will be required to speak to me, I am also mentoring any magi capable of utilizing either holy or cosmic mana."

 

~ Raithe Djulkorren

Event Preferences: Exploration, weird monster things, things involving mystery and all that investigating stuff... In short? Go crazy, but not too crazy.

Other Notes: I'm relatively new to DMing anything at all in Eternia but I can't say the same to d&d communities! (blame Shadovarn) So I'm willing to push my brain further to get more experience of DM'ing. Also note that I'm only doing night events, meaning 8 PM EST and above due to Malaysian timezone... I'm GMT +8 if anyone's curious.

Are you currently running events, and if so, are you considering player requested events?: Yes, but if you're going to me for events in which is scheduled in times I am not awake, I'm gonna bonk you so hard... >:(

Discord # or best means of contact: Contact me thru discord! Just search up smoto and you'll find it.

In pursuit of Mortyl, one faithful to the Primal of Death seeks to follow in the footsteps of ancient history. Seeking for traces of her influence that had felt absent for so long in proper stations of worship. And where else would one look for the touch of the long-absconded Divine, than the very Tower they made their egress to?

Quote:"O' Lady Death. She who embraces all in their passing. She who calls home soul and spirit. May we find your graces once again. May we witness you one day, just as Caius has."

Talks abound of a moot being formed, a grand meeting of all of Meranthe's nations being forced together.
Skarnfel had been a malignant cancer, growing and growing until it could no longer be ignored.
While there was indeed a lull in the activity of the fel legion, it would not last.
The death of Enarath exacerbated the worsening symptoms; with a single casualty, the Demon Lord of the Fel Garden's slaying had worked the horde into an insurmountable frenzy.

To think the demons wouldn't act upon such an impulse while the rest of the world stared it down was a fool's errand.

The abyss began to warble and expand, the Shadowlands and its immediate surroundings overcome with darkness and despair.
Demons would attack more brazenly, almost suicidally, in a rage unseen before.
Undead would be raised by the sheer negative energy in the lands, adding to further tragedies.
Whereas one could assume this was a mere abnormality in their behavior, it would turn out to be anything but.
The skies themselves would blacken as color would be stripped, like flesh from bone.

He who would cast the first stone would aim it at the kin-slayers and hypocrites, one and all.

The demonic legion continued to rise, growing and changing in the Era of Change that Na'Ria had brought.
It was too late for things to quiet down, and innately, they knew this.
Where once the armies of the damned marched to seize the contents of the Aphrosian libraries, now they marched to purge it all in Helflame.
Those undeserving of Knowledge's blessing would be given no quarter.

The Demon King's soft voice graced those in Aphros, the Imperfect tapping the mass mind to awaken all within it, puncturing the mindspace like a nail driven through wood.
Even though the voice was soft, a forgotten wrath is seeped into their tongue, whispers of unnerving truth now serving as a herald to the End.
The End of Aphros was nigh.

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"Hear me, sons of man.

You have taken what is mine, with what is merely a pawn upon your board; the Sainted Enclave can be your lapdogs all they wish, under duress of your false justice.

But I know your intentions, and I know your serpents' tongues, awash with gold.

This sin is upon your hands, and it is with this knowledge that I aim to sever them, one and all.

Fetid mortal minds such as yours must be plucked and destroyed, kin-slayer.

I fight on behalf of my Second Death, my beautiful Nightmare, as he prepares his ascension to Sainthood.

Apostles we stand, for we are the strongest of Meranthe;

YOU ARE NOTHING.

I will not rest until he awakens again, and if it is by the mass grave that I must supply his fuel, then so be it.

Those of you weak-of-heart, avert thine gaze and flee to the countless other cities where you would be welcomed.

Our goal now is the complete eradication of the Aphrosian scourge upon this land.

There will be no further communication until your mortal ilk are properly rendered harmless, and discarded as little more than an extinct land's species.

I will break the false idols you worship, for it is I who shepherds this world by mine whims.

Be not afraid.

Rejoice, sinners, for your reckoning will come swiftly."

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"Oracle.

My fellow Heretic, Lirael.

Your god of hypocrisy will be brought to their knees, your false Warden made into a true martyr by mine hand.

If you wish to stop me?

Then face me.

Don't worry.

I will come to you, once more."