[Artorias]

"Your greed has been known to me, yet greed without pride is a disgusting sight to behold. Your avarice is admirable, but your cowardice requires correcting, the Empire of Gold will show you a valuable lesson." - Emperor Auliver Kerekes

Those of the Great Dunes prepare their weapons for war, great desert Drakes are loaded with gear and provisions for the journey. Non-magi work tirelessly to take care of the herd, all while the Magi of Myridia set off ahead of their attendants. At the head of the army a colossal Drake glides through the air, a trail of sandy feathers scattering across the great lands of Meranthe. Their banners are all risen high, their spirits soar, the people of the Golden Empire march with a singular focused intent.

Avarice and pride rule the day, bodies will fall but golden trinkets will ascend into the palms of the true Drake. Gilded orbs gaze down at his target, the vast treasures hidden within the realms of Kindlehelm.

-THE GOLDEN EMPIRE APPROACHES-

"All the treasure in the world belongs to me, I just haven't taken it yet."

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Objective: Pillage
Date: TBD

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The full might of the Silent Expanse blooms as wavering black banners of the gold drake blot out the sun, thunderous footfalls quaking throughout the desert.

As the Silent Struggle draws its final breath, bleeding into the sands, in its sudden, fading whispers call forth the rise of a new power: the stirring of aspirations sows the presence of an ambitious mage of Sarradian origin whose reach dares to exceed the dunes, to claim the vacuum left behind by previous conflicts, such as Riesendämmerung.

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『 "Oh? Is it tea time? I'll be coming as promised." 』

...An official meeting drafted, yet imagined in differing, skewed perspectives...

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In the stark bleeding of the stars hung by firmament,
its light reveals a detached force.


A SINGLE MAGUS.


A magus mobilizing and striking towards Bansai Talalt.




OBJECTIVE:

SHOW OF SUPERIORITY


SHEBA ARRIVES TO DIRECTLY CAPTURE BANSAI TALALT

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『 "You'll do as a nice gift." 』

『 "Be honored. Be blessed that I've given you my attention." 』

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[Lucky Fool]

“I swear, the word cowardice gets tossed around like a used rag. Are we cowards for standing up for Giants judged guilty for crimes they did not commit and to one that would control us with a tether?” - Minister Bailey Rowe

Within the jungles of Kindlehelm Magi and Non-Magi alike begin to arm themselves. Shields, spears, blades, and rifles are inspected thrice as an engagement looms over the horizon. Arcanists and Runemancers alike take to work in laying reality-warping runes beneath the cover of flora. Defenses are garnered en masse for guerilla tactics for invaders far from their homes.

The dunes stir and yet the jungle remains silent. A warning is provided to those that march towards a budding hub of innovation as a horned Minister of Kindlehelm takes a spot upon the frontlines.

“There was another just like you who found pride in the wealth they carried. I provided him Hope by blinding him, showing him that there are those around him he could care for. Turn around or be taught the same lesson.”

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"Huh... and here I thought I had a new friend. A shame, least I lost you before you could cause a heart ache. Who knew my life was little more to you than a bargaining chip to become an heir. A little shameful, isn't it?

Either way, only groveling I've done in a long while is for my husband's life. If that means I'm not on your level... I don't want to be there with you." - Bansai Talalt

Objective: Defend Kindlehelm and Bansai Talalt
Date: February 22nd, 7PM EST

[edetha]

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