[Sora4591]

The Winter Storms within the Northern region of Meranthe are at an all-time high. It has become almost unnatural. Silence becomes ominous as it gives way to the distant howls of doom. Under the night sky of the Crown Forge, the atmosphere begins to change.

The Sky becomes bathed in the crimson light of cast from the Moon above. Ba'ala'rok's presence is felt and in the distance from Stonehaven the appearance of a group flanked by beast of different variety. The Mind could not truly comprehend what was coming.

"Long ago we planned to make a grand spectacle of your home. 
The Fated battle between Lex, Mitsumo, and your council as we sought to crush it all.
It seems in this tale, one has already cut off its own hand and broken its own sword.
Perhaps like a wounded animal we will simply put you out of your misery and introduce you to despair.
Prepare yourself Stonehaven for the Return is Nigh!"

Objective: Mass Slaughter!

Date:TBD

[PostsforIncogs]

The Mist Island stirs.

The dwarf women of the Prism Sisterhood move in silence, opening the gates of the sacred wellspring. One by one, old weapons are pulled from the lake: steel dulled by time, but not forgotten. Thin lines of crystal begin to surface, catching what little light the sky gives. Heat follows, enough to remind anyone watching that something lives beneath.

The only Druid of the North Speaks

We will not cower before opportunistic hyenas

Who attack a wounded animal in packs.

Come, come, and you shall be met with fire and iron.

The very same elements that warm the earth and bring life to these lands.

Come, and you shall be branded by the Lifestream as the cattle that you are.

(AMOY)

She will die protecting her land

[Cheebs]

Amidst frigid zephyrs of the north are torches unveiled, lining the wintry forests in droves. Under the same night sky do flames of a stable orange dare to proclaim their hues. Defiance despite misfortune's crimson rain from the moon. Tethered warmth with no sign of subsiding, emboldened in the presence of uncertainty. There is the rustling of soldiers, the scurrying of messengers. War is to descend upon the land.

Against the unseen does light shine the brightest. Fire, slumbering in the heart of every man, every creature. For on that day shall it freely flourish, savage like the whistling winds, howling through the highest summits, and the lowest valleys. And from the ashes of the enemy, shall we cultivate a new home. 

Let our hearts will be filled with hope, and for yours? Steel. 

-

In the land of snowy peaks and sudden squalls,

The Phoenix is eternal.

STONEHAVEN RALLIES HER DEFENSES.

[Sora4591]

The Winter Storms within the Northern region of Meranthe are at an all-time high. It has become almost unnatural. Silence becomes ominous as it gives way to the distant howls of doom. Under the night sky of the Crown Forge, the atmosphere begins to change.

The Sky becomes bathed in the crimson light of cast from the Moon above. Ba'ala'rok's presence is felt and in the distance from Stonehaven the appearance of a group flanked by beast of different variety. The Mind could not truly comprehend what was coming.

"Long ago we planned to make a grand spectacle of your home. 
The Fated battle between Lex, Mitsumo, and your council as we sought to crush it all.
It seems in this tale, one has already cut off its own hand and broken its own sword.
Perhaps like a wounded animal we will simply put you out of your misery and introduce you to despair.
Prepare yourself Stonehaven for the Return is Nigh!"

Objective: Mass Slaughter!

Date:TBD

Objective: Mass Slaughter!
Date: 4/29
Time: 5pm est!