[13:10:49] War.

More than once did the Oscuri experience the taste of war. More than once did he lay siege upon a city with intents to destroy it, nor would this be his last. This armies, filled with members of the undead, Oscuri, riffraff, and even fearsome Kaor Yokai marched through the trystal caves, their destination was clear, their desire was obvious.

Tilandre.

Exiting the caves, they stood before the ocean city, an army at the ready. The Oscuri stood before them, his sword clenched tightly in his hands, before raising it up into the air.

"TODAY! TODAY WE FIGHT! WE WILL CRUSH TILANDRE BENEATH OUR HEELS! IT WILL FALL, AND BE PURGED OF THE CULTISTS THAT INHABIT IT!" His voice boomed over the crowds, his undead legion raised their weapons in response.

"NO LONGER WILL WE STAND IDLY BY AS THEY GATHER THEIR TROOPS AND PLAN TO DESTROY US! NOW!" His hand raised into the air, before waving it forwards.

"WE GO TO WAR!"

And they began to march.
(Ryan Kyros)
[13:14:14] Feithan was gone. Ninurta was gone. Ayperos was gone. They were all gone, and they were simply here to hold the line to Nostvale before things got any worse. Tristan had little idea what he was supposed to tell people in this situation, try to keep up motivations, morale? Well, anyone still left had accepted the fact their reasons for being here were to be little more than the bump in the road to keep Tilandre from going.

He wasn't Tilandre's King, but he was the closest thing to a leader at this point aside from Kudana's imposing strength and form. Crossing his arms, the High Acolyte of Tilandre's Belial Cult spoke quite calmly and composed to the people under him, not looking back, only gazing forward to the forces of New Alteros as they closed in. The sounds of their charge, the hunger for battle that bled from them, the death and destruction they would no doubt cause after having landed on Tilandrean soil.

"Die, all of you, magnificently and fantastically. Die and kill, this is nothing more than a charnal house of death, and we are all to enjoy its delights." He then paused, glancing towards Ophelia. "Ensure the ritual circles are made, at the very least let's not waste the chance to get some sacrifices in and what have you." Tristan was quite blaze about all of this.
(Henri Rosengard)

[13:19:21] It was a slaughter just waiting to happen.

The armies of Tilandre, meager at best, set to face against the bolstering legion of New Alteros. Kaor at both ends stood, but it was clear who had the advantage by sheer size alone. Yet size did not always accumulate for a win, if past battles had taught the undead anything.

A quick scan of the gathering. Familiar faces, but no Ariadne. Concerning, yet a small smidgeon of relief was there. What granted him no relief was the sight of a rather exposed chest that was becoming awkwardly familiar. A hand rose as they marched, scratching the back of his head. "Tor..." a breath exhaled, and the man shook his head. "This is NOT what I meant..."

There was nothing for it though. He'd chosen a side, perhaps out of ignorance, but it was too late now. A hand moving away, grasping the edge of the familiar blade. His palm, burning with that heat. It would be his first fight with her since he'd lost Auroralie so long ago, but she longed, as he could feel, to taste the flesh of those wretched they faced, if only to side with the lesser evil. It was the only feeling that convinced the blade to still fight alongside him, aside from their familiarity.

He would never be alone. Even when those around him passed, he was fortunate that lonliness would never again be a thing to fear. That brought a shockingly gentle smile to his lips, even as the air around him darkened and twisted, and the depravity combined with something even more cruel surrounded him. A swing of the blade, and embers began to devour the grass at his feet.

Another day, another war, and there was nothing to say. Henri had already said the perfect words for him, despite being on opposite sides.
(Eredis)
[13:19:21] Admiral Dravus: (Look @ cade
[13:19:21] It was finally time. Tyus's master, Ryan Kyros, was finally going to march down with the rest of the troops and begin their attack against Tilandre. Those bastards, the belial bastards that had kidnapped him would soon pay. Even though Tristan had let him go within mere weeks or whatever. Still, Tyus had a hate for this place, and was glad the battle between the two towns would finally begin. Tyus soon moved on to marching along with his leader, following beside them as he looked like some knock-off grim reaper.

"Oooooh what a good day!" he'd be shouting over and over again as they were soon to make their way onto the land of Tilandre. It was going to be a blood bath no doubt, and Tyus was ready to contribute to this.
(Tyus Shire)
[13:19:21] A trip down the Shaky Bridge and towards Tilandre. It was a day he'd been waiting for, a day of violence and death. Things were finally going to get interesting. The rune on his chest pulsed, it did so more often now days. Almost as if sensing his anticipation and fueling him for battle.

He arrived finally to the gathering. There were Kaor and soldiers, undead and more. Opposing them stood the army of the enemy. Tilandre had a meager force in comparrison and he could only imagine the battle that would ensue, the violence, the blood shed, but most of all the chaos.

He didn't care much for a plan of attack, his blood was rising, boiling, sky rocketing. Adrenaline pumped and his ears rang as his inverted gaze eagerly scanned over the prey laid out before him. It was at the words of the others that he snapped out of his predatory trance and looked around a moment with more clarity.

A grin spread on his face, he could already feel the power Saekanis was pushing on him. Soon, he'd offer tribute to the Plague Wolf through slaughter of his enemy.
(Veren Nix)
[13:19:21] He marched!

As mentioned, this was the battle that would supposedly lead Ryan Kyros and the likes of New Alteros to the greatest victory of their time - when the cult had fallen, they'd push on through on the eastern front to claim Tilandre for their own. As much as Shepherd had experienced differences with the likes of his tutor and as much as the likes of the Oscuri had most definitely ushered a Sinful mentality unto the likes of Shepherd, this was a respectable action: the declaration of war was, needless to say, quite intimidating for such a usually timid man. As much as he formerly saw the orange-haired Kyros as a 'weenie' and easily defeated, this.. this. Well, it restored at least some generous portion of Shepherd's faith.

"It will fall!", he called in return to the speech proffered by the likes of Ryan, hoping wholesomely to bolster to the feelings of both himself and those surrounding-- mostly the former, though. The emotion that lived within him thrived upon such scenes, and given how rare they were nowadays? How rare it was to set eyes upon the scene of a battlefield and understand that you were due to crush all who opposed.. Shepherd's faux heart thumped once for every soldier present within the bounds of Tilandre in perhaps no more than a second or two - figuratively, of course, but nevertheless was such hyperbole wholesomely warranted. Each step of the mimic's was one of weight and significance, a certain air of self-held importance wafting about the likes of Shepherd--

And with every clunking, thunking step, the mercurial purposes of their perpetrator became more and more clear. Shepherd sought the spilling of the blood of the unworthy, as it seemed - or if not that, at the very least the utter conceding and admittance of defeat. The motions of his legs were powerful, aligned with those of Ryan Kyros as best as he could feasibly manage! A guard-soldier, of sorts, riddled with depravity. Both mimic-borne and Sinful sorts sought to expunge themselves from his very being, spreading clearly through the surroundings as his lacking control of the latter source was demonstrated clearly.

Shepherd was a novice, but he carried himself like the greatest of adepts-- right into the face of battle.

"It is of the good day for war."
(Shepherd)

[13:19:21] The Avharain Princess was quick to make it to the battlegrounds. Today would be the day to determine not only her fate, but the fate of the other soldiers, men and women who were not of the cult; but rather just innocent people wanting to protect their land, their home. A letter was sent, and one not adhered to. Sad day it was.

"Monsters."

It was all she uttered. Crush Tilandre beneath their feet? Destroy it? "Monsters!" Another uttering of the word. "Dishonorable, disgusting monsters. Tilandre is already a weakened Land. The cult all but a few have left to Nostvale. And still you attack my home. Broken and beaten; after the deaths of my father and big brother. Still you fight for some stupid glory of yours." She frowned. Bowing her head. It was so close, the liberation she wanted for TIlandre. But if Liberation for her home came at the cost of being turned into an Azraelite nation...

Was it much better? Frowning; the child looked onward. Was fighting here and now going to be worth it? Should she had just run? Probably. But that was not the kind of person she was. That was not the kind of girl she was, she was tired of running and hiding.

Another step forward. "I don't care what you do to the cult. But to burn the homes, and the innocent people of my village; to harm them? I won't let you! I can't let my home be destroyed by monsters who have no appreciation for the lives they destroy! It's my duty as Princess to protect my home by any-means-necessary." The girl stood resolute at that moment, glaring at her opposition. The numbers were there; it was clear that this was going to be a loss, more likely than not but...

She'd fight. It'd be wrong of her, evil of her not to stand up against those that wished her home harm.
(Xanthe S. Avharain)

[13:20:12] As Ether crackled across the bridge making his way towards Tilandre there fate had been sealed and Ether was ready for war and all out chaos he was amongst many people tired of Nostvale and their illogical ways. Pure Destruction with no purpose or idea of gain to him is dumb plain and simple and he is just an undead so that means for him to believe in something like this than that means someone has to be messing up.

Ether finally arrived and everyone seemed to be in that spirit and of course the Belial worhsippers were as well because the thing was when were they not feeling like killing for absolutely nothing.

Ether likes killing but usually it is working towards something especially like what he is doing now he is working towards something for everyone and his direct orders given to him by his necromancer.

He must fight after all becuase that is his ways.

" Fun let's get this war or should I just say battle over with."
(Ether)

13:20:12] To war.

He marched alongside his brothers and sisters, the sound of boots, metal and weapons clanging against each other drowning out any other. Arthur himself was marching alongside them, his own boots pitifully stomping. He had no force him, prefering magical attunement instead. CQC was...somewhat his forte? His steam magic did rely on him getting close or at least, his opponent getting close. He, instead, prefered them away from him.

Still, he marched. Alongside magi, non-magi and much to his displeasure, yokai and undead. He just...prefered the undead to be burried, to have their rest but at least he got to meet Eredis thanks to Necromancy. He could spot that purple fabulous hair anywhere. Still, this was not the time to dwell on such things, he could ask him after all of this was over. For now, he focused on War.

He frowned beneath his cowl, his teeth gritting together. "I don't like this..." he muttered to himself, glancing at the...smaller force of Tilandre south of them. Unless they somehow managed to pull off the impossible, this would be a slaughter and not a war.

He honestly hoped a lot of blood wouldn't be spilt today...
(Arthur Kasreith)

[13:21:04] The witch had ventured to Tilandre for but a single and simple reason: To find Kudana..

Ayperos had been her thrall, since Medea had last checked. If anyone could aid in her search for him, she believed it to be Kudana.. Medea traveled here, followed by three small, child-appearing cultists who bore the Cloak of Belial, no doubt initiates in the witch's sadistic coven.. What she found, though, as she ventured through Tilandre, was horrifying.

Stomp.. Stomp.. Stomp..

The sound of mass footsteps marching upon Tilandre, and Medea felt a sickening wave of depravity come from the direction of the sound.. Soon, sickening images of the undead came into her visage.. Her only thought was that this was the work of Alteros, enemies so close to Tilandre.. A wicked cackle echoed around where she stood, as it would appear the witch had come at a fortunate time..

She turned to the children behind her, speaking words of motivation. "You are weak, and you are not here to fight.. Observe this, for Alteros marches to defile Belial's territory.." she said to the obviously frightened children.. She turned, advancing into Tilandre..

It would be a battle to determine the fate of who controlled the territory.. Those who worshipped Belial, or those who allied themselves with the children of Azrael.. As the witch's heels clicked against the ground she stepped upon, she released her aegis in it's entirety, preying upon the dark power it possessed. Depravity rolled off of the girl in a thick haze, dancing shadows to the ground.

As she advanced upon the army, they drew closer.. Medea's rotting shadows spread, forming a mass circle. The symbol of the Malleus Maleficarum burnt into the grass, and the witch stood within the center of it, ready to stand her ground and fight through the masses that came for it..

"By the Moon's Light.. Show them the strength our Lord offers!"
(Medea Scarlet)

[13:21:55] Perhaps it worked.

The young swamp witch can be seen fluttering high within the sky above the warring men. She finds herself beginning to slowly smile for that matter - hands gripping tightly upon the staff upon her back, hues flickering in nothing more than mere thought as she assesses the numbers on each side, truly believing that Byson certainly has the upper hand. Regardless - Ashura merely places herself in an odd predicament. . .It makes her wonder if whatever Rylus had said to Ariadne has actually gone through. Can they possibly praise Belial within the depths of their home without calling out to him? Can they possibly bring him about or. . . Will the praise for him die out with this?

Regardless - the young witch can be seen glowing faintly, stored occultism beginning to pulse within her right arm as she scans the faces of those that are infront of her, bitterness appearing upon her features as she moves at the command of her king. Oh lordie.
(Ashura)

[13:22:46] After the Battle of the Bloody Sands reaped the lives of the Kings of Danarium, Nostvale and Tilandre, New Alteros took advantage of the situation and launched an attack to claim the docking town by taking the remaining followers of Belial down.

New Alteros Army sailed, it was a rather large one, supposedly, Tilandre's would be weakened and not receiving any aid from Nostvale, which should be too occupied trying to recover after the blows caused from the last two conflicts, alas Tilandre was doomed.

Theodore was in one of the boats full of soldiers and strong magi, even a few Kaors were being transported. It was clear that King Kyros did not want any surprises, Tilandre was going to be sieged and taken, just like Byson, it will follow the same fate.

''We are here… Hmpf, Belial followers should be eradicated, but civilians should live…'' Theodore murmured for himself, although he knew that may not be possible, Kaors did not share such utopic ideals, they wanted to destroy everything.

''Belial will fall today and Nostvale will follow''

(Theodore White)
[13:22:46] Returning to tilandre, a most pleasant adventure was handed to the male. Though others considered as such to be a dire time, death and carnage. ~"Are you sure you're going to fight for these guys!? T-t-they're evil aren't they!?"~ The small pickle, considered a star. It wept and tugged with its mana grip at the males jacket.

"Hey, stop!" He groaned as he wish-washed his hand. "We're fine! These guys, they're all evil, doesn't matter what side you're on! You should know this, we were pirates for a long while!" He complained, looking over his shoulder at the baby star.

"Remember the promise, it's not what we do to get there. . . It's just about getting there and right now. If we lose tilandre, well. . . We lose our boat!" A simple nod given. The semi-naked male rushed into the crowd of warriors, a magi like himself should be on the frontlines.

With tanned skin, ivory locks and a stern crystal gaze. He raised his sword as he purged his thoughts of doubt. A rush of mana flowed through his body as it protruded from his form in raw essences. His body glowing a majestic cosmic radiation to which wasn't his own, a mere embodiment of this cosmic energy gifted by his baby star.

"We've been working on this, right? We give and take!" Another nod to his baby star as it gave up on tempting the male away. It sprinkled the mortal flesh with cosmic might and now he was prepared to fight.
(Tor Rei-Eutrice)
[13:22:46] And with the moving of many troops, the serpent would make his way along to Tilandre, prepared to fight against whatever might be thrown at him. There were many individuals gathered, though for not much of a purpose. The serpent wondered if there would be much of a fight for them to go against. It was rather dissappointing that Judas was dead, Dravus hoped to be the one to slay him. But it seemeed that he was saved the trouble, so it didn't matter much.

The serpent would only look upon the forces of Tilandre, it seemed some of them still gathered ddespite the village being abandoned by their propeht to focus on Nostvale. It was pointless to him, though if they wanted to fight, then he would put up a fight. The serpent gazed among the crowd, only taking a a peak at a few interesting members.

He stopped to laugh slightly at the speech given from the king. It was rather interesting to see him so motivated to fight, perhaps he was starting to take things seriously after the last encounter with the cultist. Regardless, the serpent would speak. " Blood will be shed... Good, this should be fun hen!"
(Admiral Dravus)
[13:23:37] All at once, her life was crumbling. Plans had been made -- ones that didn't work out. It was crippling to her pride, made her feel as if ... as if she couldn't do this. As if she were unworthy -- Of the crimson mana that sparkles around her, of the title most used in place of her name, of the crown of horns that curled around her head.

...She didn't agree with it. She didn't agree with what the depressed Ariadne had done. She didn't agree with bending her knee to the enemy, to staying quiet about the religion that she lived for, the one that she would die for.

She fully undersood the weight of this. She understood that the forces of New Alteros were more powerful, more together than the rubble that was the Church of Belial.

Ophelia wasn't a fighter, but she would not sit here and idly watch everything she had worked towards sink beneath the muck.

"Right." She nods to Tristan, trembling hand grasping at her staff.

...She may need to use her fullest power, her. She may need to use something that she honestly feared.
(Ophelia Hirano)
[13:23:37] It was about time he made a choice. Either go to war against Tilandre and the Belial leftovers, or face 2's wrath head on.

He didn't hesitate for too long.

Having gathered some courage upon meeting the young Necromancer, Ashura Rei, he felt as though he wasn't going to be all alone on this one after all. Then again he'd always have Eredis and 2 on his side if things went TOO sour.

So now they marched, and with his new and splendid (extremely gay) attire, he moved forward with little worry in his mind ... Until they actually had Tilandre in visual. There, he'd start making up excuses in his head again to avoid the conflict altogether.

'I get super sea sick ... ON LAND!' Or 'I had some disgustingly bad Yokai eggs this morning, yeah ...'

But in the end, he would not back down! He'd just stay away from the front lines, a little ... Nonetheless, he had his venomous magic prepped for battle, and Armadyl strapped on his back, ready to butcher some zealots!
(Aster Deftera)

[13:26:11] The stench of depravity hung like fog over the city... The impending doom approaching it was unignorbale- so towards it did the kaor move. Along with the rabble and the masses of lessers that she had sired, she moved towards the imposing force that approached them with an unwavering resolve... Her body was marred and ruiend from the Battle of the Red Sands. For the Cult, the Graveyard of Kings had been a merciless mistress in all respects. Though she bled. Though her impervious chitin had been damaged by those unworthy.

She was keen on blood today.

The insectoid kaor stopped herself at the northern shores. Looking outwards upon the approaching forces with nothing short of disdain... There was no fear within her posture. There was no intent to backdown within her aura. The only thing that the creature exuded, was an unrelenting desire to dominate. Her grip upon her blades tightened harder than it ever had before... The metal crying out in pain at her force, before her eyes fionally rested upon the single figure that she sought.

He had come.

Her excitement grew to a feverpitch. The rest were nothing more than insects... The only individual of the opposing force that held her acknowledgement, her unbending desire to crush.The fires that encapsulated her form gave off an incorrigible intensity... As though no matter what they consumed, they would never relent.

"All of you... Each and every one."

Her words tore forward like a shockwave, but the most prominent contact was easy to distinguish. Her gaze was focused solely upon the Serpent, and the final portion was spoken.

"This will be a mercy."
(Kudana)
[13:26:11] Medea Scarlet: (( This is the first war I've ever been a part of.. This'll be fun.
[13:26:11] Indomitables hefty form crashed into the dirt- she was a little late to the party, the bright grin markings of Alteros glowing dimly across her armor, almost as if it had been fused with some kind of wannabe Rieka lookalike. The horned Skeleton forgot to wear her helmet, a disjointed jaw snapping together loudly, boney white teeth pressed firmly against a well set jaw.

"Wow, hey boss! Isn't that your kid!? MAN HE MUST BE SLUT BAGGING FOR TILANDRE! Ohohoho..." The chortling laughter was whispy and loud, mockery pointed across the battlefield, the oddly effiminate voice didn't fit the hulking skeletal structure, the undead neries towering over the majority of the combatants.

Except for the Kaor's of course, floating high above the battlefield she was constantly shouting- one could call it obnoxious and they'd be right. The Undead Neries swinging her arms about in such a peculiar unbefitting dance, head bobbing to an unheard of tune.

"I'd make a WAY better kid, Boss. Don't worry, you can call me 'Son' after this instead, I'll make the BEST replacement." She crackled with mocking laughter, high pitched and giddy as per-usual.

Humming and swinging herself in the air like a bizzare heavily armored dancer she sung. "I can't fight this feelin'..~ Wooooh~"
(Indomitable)

[13:27:02] So it came down to this? it came down to all he felt good for, all he felt like he could do for anyone or anything. Like he's said in letters, like he's said to himself. Who cares? not like he could make an impact anyway, just more people to die to his hands, more people to fall to his blade.

He's here, Wise Edge in his grasp, an uncaring look on his face. The aura of energy that curls up around his body, the very symbol of Azrael that dances at his fingertips. Those emerald hues stare forwards passively, he didn't seem too focused or... with everything happening. He didn't feel sad, angry... excited, he was just doing what he figured he was good for.

Oscuri won't die to his blade, but Azrael help him if anything but comes to meet him face to face, he is not going to spare time to dodge blows on anything other than his own people.

''Let's just get this stupid shit over with...''

He mumbles, anyone can hear... and it's clear he doesn't really like this.
(Cade Kyros)
[13:30:27] Ground trembled with the colossus kaor each step as she made her way south towards Tilandre, walking alongisde others from the New Alteros, all joined by same cause one she grinned about. Her head snapped and cracked, revealing her maw through which she let out a deep and echoing bestial roar, indicating her arrival among the others. Her eyes narrowed as she observed the others, glaring at opposing forces, preparing for the clash with her body rumbling.

"About time...time to spill some more blood..."

The Kaor thought to herself just as her body began to rumble with her shell shifting while preparing for the clash with her entire form surrounded by dar occult flames of her own, with that final preparation just before the chaos was about to begin.
(Berehynia)