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Events News Post #579

The Winds of War

Written by: Anonymous
Date: Friday, June 16th, 2017
Addressed to: Everyone


Quiet gripped the land in the latter days of Chronos, 744 years after the fall of Seleucar. It was a tense quiet, bristling with intent as the forces of the Evil Isle and the legions of the Dawnspear slowly but inexorably prepared for war.

Yet it was a quiet doomed to be broken.

Slicing through the air, the Righteous Fire's voice rose in amused derision as He engaged the Malevolent One in conversation, mocking the courage of His flock and their terms of engagement.

Not to be deterred, the Lord of Evil joined the fray, His unholy voice dripping with contempt as He offered a riposte, damning and disparaging those who worship the flame.

For half a day did the two clash, neither seeming to gain victory over the other until - in unbridled rage - the Lord Sartan struck down His mortal representatives, demanding that the Righteous Fire negotiate terms with Him directly.

Almost immediately did a bolt of luminous flame strike the Delosian bridge, coalescing into the form of Deucalion Himself, who had arrived amidst fire and fury at the Evil One's behest.

Dozens flocked to bear witness to the gathering, the two Gods insisting upon silence as They spoke. Many perished by the infamous Blade of Perdition, Atalkez and Shirszae among them, apparently unable to contain their tongues even in the presence of the Divine.

Finally, silence descended, and debate began to rage in earnest. Unyielding in Their confidence, both Evil and Fire remained certain of Their forces' victory on the field, willingly conceding the right of the victor to preach in the very homelands of the loser.

Ever-striving for the freedom of Creation, Deucalion next required that Sartan release His slaves should the Isle fall. Equally certain in His inevitable dominion over all, the Evil One concurred, proclaiming that many thousands would be freshly chained and set to work among His slave pens should the Dawnspear break.

Such accords between the Gods are unprecedented, and as the gathered throng looked on in awe, the two brothers exchanged a look of solemn understanding, with Sartan Himself the first to speak of matters beyond the ken of mortal minds, demanding that Deucalion uphold His end of some unknown bargain. But a moment later the Righteous Fire nodded, confirming He would play His part when the time came.

Little more was said, though the import of any matters requiring the unity of Fire and Evil is beyond doubt.

Their highest of terms agreed, the Divines withdrew once more, commanding Their legionnaires to finalise the remaining details, and to prepare for war, for it comes as surely as the morning sun.

Summary: Deucalion and Sartan clashed over the terms of war set between Their mortal followers. In Their dissatisfaction, the two met at the bridge of Delos to discuss more substantial terms.

Penned by My hand on the 12th of Glacian, in the year 744 AF.


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Events News Post #579

The Winds of War

Written by: Anonymous
Date: Friday, June 16th, 2017
Addressed to: Everyone


Quiet gripped the land in the latter days of Chronos, 744 years after the fall of Seleucar. It was a tense quiet, bristling with intent as the forces of the Evil Isle and the legions of the Dawnspear slowly but inexorably prepared for war.

Yet it was a quiet doomed to be broken.

Slicing through the air, the Righteous Fire's voice rose in amused derision as He engaged the Malevolent One in conversation, mocking the courage of His flock and their terms of engagement.

Not to be deterred, the Lord of Evil joined the fray, His unholy voice dripping with contempt as He offered a riposte, damning and disparaging those who worship the flame.

For half a day did the two clash, neither seeming to gain victory over the other until - in unbridled rage - the Lord Sartan struck down His mortal representatives, demanding that the Righteous Fire negotiate terms with Him directly.

Almost immediately did a bolt of luminous flame strike the Delosian bridge, coalescing into the form of Deucalion Himself, who had arrived amidst fire and fury at the Evil One's behest.

Dozens flocked to bear witness to the gathering, the two Gods insisting upon silence as They spoke. Many perished by the infamous Blade of Perdition, Atalkez and Shirszae among them, apparently unable to contain their tongues even in the presence of the Divine.

Finally, silence descended, and debate began to rage in earnest. Unyielding in Their confidence, both Evil and Fire remained certain of Their forces' victory on the field, willingly conceding the right of the victor to preach in the very homelands of the loser.

Ever-striving for the freedom of Creation, Deucalion next required that Sartan release His slaves should the Isle fall. Equally certain in His inevitable dominion over all, the Evil One concurred, proclaiming that many thousands would be freshly chained and set to work among His slave pens should the Dawnspear break.

Such accords between the Gods are unprecedented, and as the gathered throng looked on in awe, the two brothers exchanged a look of solemn understanding, with Sartan Himself the first to speak of matters beyond the ken of mortal minds, demanding that Deucalion uphold His end of some unknown bargain. But a moment later the Righteous Fire nodded, confirming He would play His part when the time came.

Little more was said, though the import of any matters requiring the unity of Fire and Evil is beyond doubt.

Their highest of terms agreed, the Divines withdrew once more, commanding Their legionnaires to finalise the remaining details, and to prepare for war, for it comes as surely as the morning sun.

Summary: Deucalion and Sartan clashed over the terms of war set between Their mortal followers. In Their dissatisfaction, the two met at the bridge of Delos to discuss more substantial terms.

Penned by My hand on the 12th of Glacian, in the year 744 AF.


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