[radio]

It's a month of cloudy forecast and the mass above only seems to build, never dissipate. There comes no sun, no rain, no snow. Worry takes to the street, the ring of crier's bells, Doomsday is whispered. Retribution from the Heaven's is touched upon.
 

 

The prophetic warnings and fears of the locale need not be endured far longer. For as the month passes, the skies shift. Only, it doesn't seem for the better. Clouds that had built begin to descend upon the kingdom. Houses are consumed, the streets are filled with the fog.
 
Citizens collapse in the streets. Guards crumble and clatter against their post. A kingdom falls to rest as men and women push to their ends in attempts to climb structures and escape the dreamy mists, only to find themselves under the same spell.
  
Verdant flashes buzz within the sky, cloaks flutter and boots thud against shingled rooftops. Dark silhouettes begin to roam the streets in groups.
To the talented Caethiri magi who staff its military, things are clear.
An invasion has fallen upon them amidst a dark night.

 

 

Citizens do not find themselves victims, though certainly some succumb to injury in their panic and terror. The dreaming are piled on the curb, it still remain unclear for the opening minutes. Though, things within this fog are quick to change.

 

Soldiers storm from the Caethiri Keep and look to enter the streets, magi dedicated to their sworn oaths. But their eyes are brought back to where they had once come from. Atop the royal's home do an elite group of sorcerers linger, bearing Aetian attire.

 

A voice, soft and somber, it echoes through the entire Kingdom, rolling from the clouds that infest it.

 

"We will not be bullied and made fools.
Simply because our nation is small.
Simply because you hide behind a protective set of fae-wings.
 
If you wish to have the lake so badly, you shall live there."
 
Clouds wrap around the Keep and border the soldiers as well as the sorcerers above. Suddenly, from their depths, titanic limbs emerge. Draped in a nightmarish black, digits curl to foundational stone that Caethir once originated from. It began its effort to rip the building from its roots.
 

 
".. domain.."

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Target: Caethir
Objective: Looting of Caethir and Destruction of the Caethiri Keep
Date: TBD