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Meranthe had been a witness, with temperance and merciful grace. Again and again Sanctuary spat on these sentiments. Their values, their people, their consistent rejection of what was good, and what was just. It had come to this, their final attempt to sway the odds. To indulge in the power of Fel works, to embrace the taint of Necromantic blights.

Their final corruption.

Myridia had given them amnesty, a place within the empire. The chance to rectify old wrongs, despite this the good will of the Emperor had been tested. Their lack of faith was not in question, their values, their culture; naught had stood opposed to the ways of the Imperial throne. Yet their blatant affiliation with the dark forces of Meranthe's shadows had come to light.
And it could no longer be ignored.

Atheleon had given them decades, time to reconcile, to mend old wrongs. To see the error of their ways, to repent and turn from their path before it dove into the clutches of depravity. And still they would not bend, gnashing teeth and barking insults towards all who might have aided them. Until Sanctuary walked into the waiting arms of the Fel, and embraced their corrupting tide.

The twin armies march as one, to meet within the Shadowlands; to purge this blighted nation once and for all. Amongst these forces, was a declaration by the Crown Prince of Myridia given jointly with Jacques Marquette Gustav. A clear statement of intent.

“Half a decade ago, Felice Amarti knelt to the rightful Emperor of Myridia, promising fealty, promising that she would rid Sanctuary of the foul elements that blighted it. Her character was quickly revealed when she turned her back on the Empire, scorning the vows that had been made not a year prior.
The claws of the foul forces of Meranthe have long sunk themselves into the Shadowlands settlement; perhaps its values were once truthful, but no more. Amongst Sanctuary’s crimes are the harboring of necromancers and, most crucially, collaboration with the Camazura. The void cultists wish to bring ruin upon all that such forces can find, and so any who stand by them must perish.
Those truly innocent and yet still present in Sanctuary are encouraged to flee. Upon the arrival of our armies, Sanctuary shall burn.”

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The Land of Meranthe is plagued with that of the hypocrisy that has infiltrated each Kingdom and Settlement. A Poor sight of what is good and what is just. Silence has been the biggest strength when those of high moral standards are not the targets of racial genocide. Necromancy being disguised as a mercy and redemption. The best corruption is a poison that you cannot taste.

The Dark forces have now emerged upon the Shadowlands where their origins once began. A Place of power and History, among people who once desired to be a neutral party. Desperation perhaps being one's reluctant reach, but when the tool of power is offered for the sake of one's people. Surely those who have the ability must step up.

Your actions upon Sanctuary are the very reason the Camazura exist this day. You are our beginning. People who believe themselves to be so righteous and yet are blind to the fact that they are worse than the very devils they fear. I cannot speak for Lady Felice, but when I witness an injustice like this? One cannot help but simply move to action.

Guard your loved ones. Pray to your Gods. 
Ba'ala'rok's Return is Nigh!

The Camazura will Support Sanctuary!

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The woods around the Sanctuary grow more and more overgrown, its trees laden with frost and the rime upon the ground thick with the passage of a particularly brutal winter. Yet its people endure, and the restless things which stalk between the trees have known hardship. They press on, even as the enemy encroaches.

 

Eyes gleam in the dark; some are rotted within skulls, others are too many, or too few, in monstrous shapes. Others still are alive with fury and vitriol to those tromping feet that once more encroach upon this home, this bastion in dark corner of an already dark world.

 

The Sage of Liberation, the Lady Felice, gives her response to the marching forces:

 

 

"More children, claiming false righteousness.
 
You are not glorious knights. You are not warriors looking for pure purpose. I have seen beneath your armor, your skins, and into your hearts.
 
I have seen it over and over these past hundred years and more.
 

Beneath it all, you are only animals.

 
Whether it is the Athelite people turning against those which made their nation great, coveting relics by divine right that are in better, more deserving hands than theirs or even mine.
 
Or whether it is Myridia, arraigned in gold as your Angelic Princess shook hands in the dark with the things you pretend to hate. Or its Emperor offering so sweetly to make us weapons against Vinaska's temple to our west - to make of us his hunting dogs in his conquest of the world.
 
Promises that none of their banner would strike when we were turned upon by zealots. So easily broken.
 
Take off those cloaks. 
Take off that armor, that false skin. 
Stop pretending."

 

"Let us see who is the greater animal."

 

 

5/23, Saturday

5 PM CST