[Titania]

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The Wild Hunt is a rite of Nemean invocation used only when a great and terrible slight has been performed against the Realm and its people. It is a call to arms to every man or woman or those who lie between-- to any who harkens to the word of the Mother-Goddess, the horn sounds. It is not something called upon lightly; there have been no Wild Hunts in recent memory, as the Realm of Delphina has kept to its inward preferences and desire to allow the world beyond, by and large, to govern itself.

And so it is that when the wyld begins to surge, when a rout of faeborne and fairy and all who would dwell beneath Nemea's auspice sets to form, the eyes of men and divine turn to gaze upon them. At the head of the host...

...one Yesyra Florain, for whom posts a missive amidst the Realm for any to read, and any to spread the word of to the world around.

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I, Yesyra Florain, pride myself on being a historian.

I have ventured unto the ruins of Lessenia, delved the sordid depths of Delphina's history with Ozmandius. I have dedicated myself to preparing a memorial for tragedies that affected the world even within my lifetime. I have listened close when those of the Realm who were blessed to be there as history was made spoke, studied books on wars most magi would consider ancient. From old Vdalion aggression to the slaughter of the Guignol during the era of Skarnfel. From the cleansing of Dawnstone to the skirmishes against Gloomlight alongside Ten's Citadel. For centuries, Delphina has stood as bulwark and stoic defender, hallowed beneath Nemea's auspice. For centuries, we have rebuffed any who would levy slight or offense against Her weald.

And for centuries, those giantkin who yet harken to the tales of lost valor, who proclaim right to rule by the long-bleached bones of forgotten warlords, who yet hold in their hearts the belief that they are greater by dint of worship of a dead God who stands lesser than the sum of his progeny, have again and again proven themselves our foe. From the days of Vdalion unto the modern era, again and again we see the same pattern emerge:

A Jotun gets it in their head that they have the right to rule. That they are a king by blood, and that all the world must kneel. They organize a warhost built on naught but their own strength and charisma, and lead a bloody campaign of conquest proclaiming some ephemeral wrong to right that they might find the glory and memory they so desperately crave. Thousands die in the fires of their ambition, until, inevitably, a knife finds their heart; or, if they are bloodily successful, they cause a cataclysm that ends their own reign, claiming the lives of their own followers in the end.


From the old Empire of Vdalion suppressing the children of Nemea, seeking to crush our culture, only escaped by the founding of our own homeland away from their tyranny,

From the days after 124, when Good King Alfewynn's end gave the Jotun impetus to strike opportunistically at our new home, plunging us into 30 long years of war,

From Jokul's bloody-handed conquest of Meranthe, a unification earned by the deaths of thousands as he forced every realm to bend the knee to he and the Cult of Amier,

From hundreds of slights and false champions and warlords who have shown no respect for us or our way of life, seeking only glory in our conquest and defeat,

to the modern day, where two Jotun bearing Jokul's bloodline believed themselves more wise and righteous to rule our Realm than Her chosen prophet and voice.


The culture of Vdalion shall be crushed by the righteous hand of Nemea. We shall shatter their tablets, cast their legacies unto myth, unmake the remnants of their pride, and the Jotun will be no more; only the Giant shall remain, men judged by merit of deed, not blood, untainted by a need to remake history's long-forgotten glory. Nemea's children have endured their violence, their need to reassert the Jotuns' iron fist over all other peoples, for centuries-- they will not endure it any longer.

And as for the children of Ualdir and Enarr, who sit within halls Delphinan hands built and allowed their home to serve as a staging grounds by which Her sacred auspice, Her offer of hospitality to the gods of the ocean, was violated... this Hunt pursues you just as so. If you are clever beyond your kind's warlike tendencies, you will steer clear of Enos as we exact our due. Nemea bears grudges long and bitterly, and your actions in aiding in the murder of the chosen of Leucothea on soil and sand Nemea had promised to be safe haven among the land has not reflected well upon your patrons.

You will be fortunate in our victory, for the destruction of your icons, of Ualdir and Enarr's bastion and sigil, will mean the slight against Her is righted. A blood debt paid, and no further need for conflict issued. It is the better ending for you-- for the alternative is the wrath of a furious Goddess brought upon the heavens themselves, turned towards the God-King and his most loyal general both, in a time when they have no dearth of enemies amidst Athelios's rebellion.

Nemea is not mocked. Let this march remind Meranthe what happens when you poke a sleeping bear.

~Yesyra Florain
Commander of the Elzara
Priestess of Nemea

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Come what may, one thing shall be certain.

Gods will be watching.

WAR GOAL:
CRUSADE
[DESTROY ICONS OF ENARR, UALDIR AND ALL THAT REMAINS OF OLD VDALION, RAZING ENOS IN THE PROCESS]

DATE: TBD
TIME: TBD

[Vanai]

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Fires light the snow, dotted and spread out to the distance of the southern bridge. The hill at the top is lit ablaze with a pyre, lighting up the temple below reflecting upon the northern seas. Erected around The Temple of Man are spires of stone and crystal, summoned to make the terrain more difficult for those who aim to destroy.

But the windows of the temple itself remain dark, the gates closed and the halls now empty.

Before the lavapit, to a handful of civilians of mixed origin, a felinae warrior, known as a Hero of Meranthe stands, head held high, and with a voice that carried easily over the frozen lands. The legendary blade Calesvol before her, point aimed downwards as she addressed them with a serious tone.

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People of Meranthe.

I am Kosta Garijn. Hero of Meranthe, the Last Warrior, and Leader of Enos.

I address not only those here by the Temple of Man, but all of humanity upon Meranthe. See the Truth of this march, for this march is more than just a crusade. It’s a march led by lies told from at best, a blind admiral and biased historian. At worst a malicious pawn in the Seneschal’s and the Lumin King’s hire.

The attack is a response to Enos' involvement in the raid of Nereides led by Gwenevere.
A fair response, if the counter was because of the territorial dispute. If it was an offensive attempt to protect the one who calls themselves ‘copy of Azrael’- The fallen angel and maker of Necromancy, the lich known as Sareen, and as the Seneschal- For those were the reasons that Enos marched.
Not to slay the Duchess or harm the people of Nereides. But cut out the growing tumor that festers within your lands.

Instead Delphina’s march is led by claims of grief for their beloved and ‘late Duchess of Peace’ Lady Melionette Meandersong of Leucothea who is alive and RETURNED. The war statement is woven to spew hatred against Giant-kind and to paint our Gods Enarr and Ualdir in the worst way possible, to stir emotion over stating fact.

The past is a fickle thing, as it decays over time in the minds of the people. History doesn't forget, but The Admiral seems to have forgotten the great deeds of the followers of our faith and remembers only the good of theirs:

• Martzel, a divine son of Ualdir was instrumental in the destruction of the necromancer Ozmandius Tal and his seven phylacteries. The first grand necromancer of meranthe.
  
• Eivor, Ualdir’s chosen, led the grand crusade against the reign of the Skarnfel empire, ending it by sacrifice of his own life.
  
• If it wasn’t for Enarr taking leadership as the first to rise after Ymir’s death, Humanity would have still suffered in the divine storms that separated them. He united us all and delegated the Pantheon Gods, which allowed humanity to flourish with  the faiths we follow today.
  

But even so; we, nor our Gods are not without fault, and those of Delphina seem to have forgotten their and their Gods faults; the cruelties of their own.

I remember the raid by the Seneschal, together with Vinaska and Gray: as they entered Enos while I was dying as a child. How my sister told me they came for Acantho’s body, not for the justice of his past and forgotten crimes that they claim. No, it was an egoistic pursuit..

I still see the skin on my once friend Rubie, worn by the lich as a new outfit to hide their decay, and somehow the people of Delphina do not flinch or blink an eye at the perverse abuse of the sanctity of their deserved yet untimely death. Deserved for Delphina failed to help the girl on their own, after twice putting her into the custody and trust of Arcadia to be cleansed,  and healed from their Fel influences that pushed her towards witchery.

Do you not question how your grand nation is allowing such horrors to play out? How they failed the youth that turned to darker forces and instead of giving her mercy in a death she did deserve, they used her selfishly, to get a new shell for their fraying form?

Do you not question why the actions of your Admiral, King and ‘Seneschal’ do not align with the preaching's of Nemea herself? Benevolent Goddess of the forest, the seasons, the Hunt and Grief would not tolerate what is acted upon in her name within her domain.

So in defence of the Temple of Man, of the faith of Enarr- the God of Wisdom and the Seas and Ualdir- the God of the Forge and War, I ask you to open your eyes.
See the truth behind this act of hypocrisy:

Domination over the divine.

The Seneschal's Ultimate goal as unveiled is to  replace the Gods. It starts here, with mine, while yours  is silenced and suppressed until their time is due.  Nemea is used as a façade to hide behind their reason for justice when they allow monsters and necromancers in their midst. Next is Leucothea, spitting in the face of the Goddess of peace with a war to avenge the chosen of her name though she still breathes. Verdion, Gala, Chireus, Caius… Who’s next?

If  you see the truth in my words, turn your blades towards the Seneschal, and the army which seeks to destroy US ALL.

If not? Face me,  blindly led like the mindless drones you will become when the necromancer claims your  bodies and souls as toys of their own unholy army, or costumes to wear.

I will be here.

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The Gods will see our fight for the Truth as Just.

OBJECTIVE:
Defend Enos and Prevent Delphina's attempts to destroy the relics, no matter the cost.

DATE:
Tomorrow Saturday 4 PM EST.

[BRING IT ON, DELPHINA]