[Lostborne]

The forces of the Bastion are gathered as the Commander takes charge in their training and preparations.
Her sights set upon the remnants of the Crescent Fortress as men and women, soldiers, donning the white and black of Aphros muster their strength together.

"Come together now, brothers and sisters of the Bastion. It is time to finally draw the story of Atrellya's fortress to a close."
"Too long have they hidden within it's halls committing acts against the World and our people."

DATE: 12/7 Saturday 6 PM EST
OBJECTIVE: DESTROY OR CAPTURE THE CRESCENT FORTRESS.

[Coroneljones]

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The Aphrosian Bastion rallied against the Crescent Fortress once more, for one final strike.

And the forces of the Realm of Delphina rallied in turn to strike against Morningstar.

Where was The Goldlight Order in this?

Never far, as the Militant Wing mobilizes for war once more, joining forces with the Republic´s war front against the remnant presence of the Atrellyan fortress the moment the orders were signed, stamped and assigned. The Red and Gold of the Militant Arm´s standard raised high once more.

"We shall march on, as the shield that strikes,
We shall march on, until our blades are no longer needed,
We shall march on, until our work ends.

Until the Foes of Man are naught but dust and ash, and peace is secured.

Glory to the Republic.
Her Will be done."

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OBJECTIVE: Support The Bastion in capturing or destroying the Crescent Fortress.

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[BabyFatJesus]

From the ruins of a fallen monastery, the rubble of a broken tower, ebon wings spread wide as a single lonesome Valkyrie takes flight. The gathering forces of the Bastion, Delphina and Goldlight strike out at last against the final remnants of Atrellya and of Morningstar. Towards the Bastion forces those wings do carry the lone magi, as sometimes, a single magi is all it takes to tip the scales.

At last, the time to remove this festering blister has arrived.
Let them struggle against the inevitable, as their end has finally come.

OBJECTIVE: Support the Bastion in the destruction of the Crescent Fortress.

[Raffile]

With the Morningstar base abandoned a horde of Undead beings can be seen garrisoned in the fort of the Crescent Isle readying them self in defense with the other members of the Fel. The many city states and nations coming to try and crush the last of the Fel, if this was their last clash they would stand in defiance. At the helm of these undead and various other members of the Fel was the same goblin that claimed to be the Fel Lord of Terror. His inhuman voices echoing through his words as he spoke to his many troops.

"₮ⱧɆɎ ฿ɆⱠłɆVɆ Ʉ₴ ₩Ɇ₳₭, ₣ØⱤ₲Ɇ₮₮ł₦₲ ØɄⱤ ₳₴₴₳ɄⱠ₮ Ø₦ ₥Ɇ₴₮Ɽ₳. ₮Ø₲Ɇ₮ⱧɆⱤ ₩Ɇ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₵ⱤɆ₳₮ɆĐ ₳ ₣ɆⱠ ₳Ɽ₥Ɏ ₮Ⱨ₳₮ ł₴ ฿ɆɎØ₦Đ ₮ⱧɆłⱤ ₵Ø₥₱ⱤɆⱧɆ₦₴łØ₦. ₩Ɇ ₩łⱠⱠ ₴ⱧØ₩ ₮ⱧɆ₥ ₮ⱧɆ ɆⱤⱤØⱤ ł₦ ₮ⱧɆłⱤ ⱠØ₲ł₵ ₩ⱧɆ₦ ₮ⱧɆɎ ₥₳Ɽ₵Ⱨ ₳₲₳ł₦₴₮ Ʉ₴. ₣ØⱤ ₩Ɇ ₳ⱤɆ ₮ⱧɆ ₲ⱤɆ₳₮ɆⱤ ₣ɆⱠ ₳Ɽ₥Ɏ ₳₦Đ ₩Ɇ ₩łⱠⱠ ₵ⱤɄ₴Ⱨ ₮ⱧɆ₥."

Morningstar Stands with The Crescent Isle by sacrificing their base
Objective: Push back the invading forces or Stand in defiance with their last breaths

[Gyro]

The isle stirs as the beasts that dwell within mobilize and prepare for war. Undead take to land defenses as Night Creatures take to the sky.  Witches and warlocks prepare rituals and rites, preparing with potent witchcraft.

The Morningstar join the defensive, as well as magi with nowhere else to call home. A Fortress of the Fel.
The Supreme coats the land in their blood, forming a ritual circle in preparation for the clash that spans the entire isle.

"Honestly, I just got this position. Isn't there a grace period before you all come knocking? 

You took my demons. You corrupted my magic. You perverted my work. You will not take my home.

I refuse.

I appreciate the welcoming party, genocidal as it may be. If you want more blood, then so be it.

It will be put to good use. "

OBJECTIVE: Win.

"Do your best, Viola."