[Shelpies]

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"We have rested for long enough. I have announced this in the last sabbath,"
"That if they will not take the fight to us -- if they will not bring us our revelry."

"We shall take it to them."

"First, Delphina. Their runeoaks will power my next project, and -yours- as well, my allies. We've many more creations ahead of us, and I've a hankering for quite the healthy snack. As a doctor, I do need to pursue a certain balanced diet."

"I've had the flesh of a budding primordial."
"Next would be my vegetables."

"It turns out that an apple a day does not keep me away."

True to the declarations given within a sabbath, and the heralding shifting of forces within the Gluttony's Maw, but Gluttony's forces reared their heads anew. With a declaration from the Lord of Sin did they march towards Delphina with intention of not razing or trampling the nation underfoot, but to chop and take their Runeoaks. What they cannot take through conventional means, Gluttony himself will simply devour.

This was but the first of many, as their forces stirred from an otherwise tranquil state of recuperation and development.

Demons and cultists alike march as a horde, with scouts indicating that they, at times, seemingly skip miles and miles to make the otherwise lengthy journey shorter. No doubt, an application of the devoured abilities from the late Echo. An indicator that their leader will be present in the frontlines this time around.

And with him?
No doubt, allies.

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OBJECTIVE:
PILLAGE, PLUNDER, TAKE THEIR RUNEOAKS AND CONSUME

TIME:
6/9/23 - FRIDAY, 6 PM EST

Holy fuck, Nitsah balls. I am intimidated.

[NeatherRealmer]

"These precious moments have been coming."

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"The foreshadowing of the march played among the tales of Sabbath, the ambitions of those who strive for more leaking upon this world without relent."

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"Together we shall take them all."

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"They believe my name can be forgotten, that avoidance is a measure to see me fall into the sand. Though my soldiers will march, my creations bounding forth."

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"The forces of the Hold, the creations of Xarxes come. Before this decade is out, all will remember my name."

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During the Sabbath, the nefarious Lord of Time had presented the possibilities of moving armies alongside those of the Grand Guignol. Together will they see the collection of the Runeoaks as Undead wielding axes march forth from the Shadowlands and Crypts of Meranthe. 

Creatures which did not rest, did not sleep, did not eat pressed upon the city. It was all a matter of Time.

Objective:
Aid their Allies

[ratqueen]

The eve of war fast approaches.

The forces of Lyseroth's sinful realm encroach upon the time-protected holt of of the faeborne: Da'thala, heart of Delphina.
They seek to water the soil with the blood of their enemies and reap an early harvest, backed by their darkly allies.

Yet Lyseroth is not the only one with those willing to march alongside him; many of Meranthe are expected to aid in one
fashion or another, yet the Kingdom of Fortune has sought an official place at the wartable: ships sail up the channel which
cuts through the mainland, militiamen and a small retinue of magi pouring forth from the northern beaches to join their
fellow Man in fending off that plague upon their kind.

Delphina need not face these woes alone.