тħe мeeтıиg øf тħe тħяee, νeıłeđ вч αитıqυıтч тeα.

Nameless Assailant:  

Antiquity Tea: A cafe opened only within the past couple of years and yet had grown to become one of a few prosperous businesses in such a short time, rumors circulate of some outside influence and yet none have been validated even with persistent questioning of the owners. The cafe itself gains its name from its styling. Extravagant pointed arches obviously influenced by the gothic styling of the city itself line it's exterior whilst it's namesake comes from the fine furniture which has been used to decorate the interior. From masonry to carpentry, what could be classed as works of fine art are used as nothing more then what they were initially intended providing a place to meet and dine not only for the elite and wealthy, but also the common man whom could easily afford the prices of the lesser items which were for sale.

The first pawn had been moved, but what would be the response?

Obsidian hues remained cast upon the Ivory tower has he had come to call it, the manor where the new mayoress of Tia had taken residence after seizing the moment and the city away from it's people. The results of such a bloody battle will still prominent among the city streets, Tia already being home to the living dead as they wandered the streets perhaps finding kinship with the sleeping dead whom littered the streets displaying for all to see their premature extinguished lives given for a cause that was now all but lost. What little moonlight escaping the overcast skies striking the building, outlining it's frame whilst the windows providing little lit keyholes into the would of the powerful. But what of the common man whom was still in mourning at the passing of kinship fighting a cause for the good of the people? Would they accept the new ruler despite the bodies of the fallen which had littered the streets? It was arrogant of her to think that taking control of a city would be so easy. Whilst the people still bitter of how the power which they fought for was wrestled away from their grasp, the mumbling of those that passed him on the street whilst entranced in conversation with the other would suggest otherwise.

тнᴇ ᴀscᴇɴsıσɴ σғ вᴇᴀsтʟʏ нσʀᴅᴇs

.:Prt I:.- The Birth of Ruze Mabada

~ Aegrescit medendo, Alea iacta est~

Venomous earth continued to proliferate with the insalubrious disease produced by her secretions. The intoxication broadening to engulf all that was living in its path, to plant more constructive seeds in the bodies of those choking corporeal congregation of man and beast. However, in the diverse effects of this particular venom, it would cause bodies to fuse together, one and one beast- even though there was little to tell the difference twixt the two. An extremely painful process, which involved the elongation of limbs as they were brutally twisted and deformed, snapping like brittle twigs beneath the demoralizing heel of otherworldly hilarity. Bones crushing as inflicted aggravated wounds that spawned into bloody orifices ready to engulf the other hungrily. Her corruptive taint now beginning the process of transforming them into colossal beasts of war; hideous beasts with only one purpose and that was extinction of all races before them. Coagulation and amalgamation, human form taking on the animalistic appearance of the animal most closest to them: boar, bull, eagle, elephant, rhino even the desert scorpion, spider and cobra. All creatures great and small.

Poisons rapidly coursing through their bodies and every drop of vitae from the suspended bodies of the slaves only feed it more, granting it an insatiable appetite for more blood and more death. The animals imbibed in the massive gaping wounds, only giving its victim those traits which made them special to the animal kingdom. With the elephant, strength, power and fortitude not to mention the tusks of ivory jutting out from either side of the maws, a protective hide and the sheer stomping force that made them famous in many legions in the history of war. The wild boar also renowned for its upper and lower tusks plus extremely sharp teeth designed to rip and dismember limbs in one single bite. A bite which worked in multiple ways when fatal inflicting damage upon its prey or target, even their speed outwitted the swiftest hunter and add their wrath and volatile temperament that subjected it to frenzy- there was another formidable warrior in the making. 

ωнᴇɴ ᴀ ωσмᴀɴ ıs ғσυɴᴅ!

Virulent: The Eastern side of the city was predominately technologists, and the coming settlers who had come from the former Chrystalian Republic now that they had fallen under the rule of the true Chrystalis. The Western Half of the city however, the last place where the sun's piercing rays had reached after the magnificent towers of Castle Ayenee VI at the center of the City and the Portal District, where critical connections back to Ayenee, Tenaria, and the other Olde realms had been opened to allow for easy travel to what had now been described as the new frontier, the lands of opportunity - Ayemvu. New The Western side of New Ayenee bore the tapestries of the Lorenzian Empire, and its powerful allies that had savagely pounded a path across the old realms which had ended with their Emperor's rise to Chancellor. 

Virulent: Towering Spires of Temples devoted to the Esprarthiquayito and the mages who had solemnly swore their lives to serving the Manifestient and his workings since long before even the first Castle Ayenee had been built by Varsinax. Looming barracks, stables, and armories thinned out into the military yards that were still flooding with inbound soldiers from the old realms sprawled outwards towards the traditional rise of A-frame homes and the spiraling dance of smoke from their chimneys that scented the air of maple-wood, and cherry. The dark places of the expectant Darkbanes laid outwards towards the frontiers, joining the dirt roadways that lead towards Ferrai and the infamous Iron Dove Tavern and Inn owned by the Eitan himself.

Virulent: The words of one Chrystalian Nira, the late Aestaesys of Chrystalia had given birth to the thing he had threatened for decades, the beginning of mass immigrations from the old realms to the new, bearing conquers such as the Darkbane. Their Queen, Atra, already at work within the realms along with her legendary Warlord Malice. The massive sprawling metropolis, the jewel and capital of the realms Ayenee had been reborn, right in the middle of the realms that had once been forsaken as savage and uninhabitable. Even some of the rears of legends such as Armand DeLeon and Varsinax himself had managed their way through the portals to the new lands.

Virulent: The faint rays of the sun filtered through the panes of stain-glass arcs reflected in the polished stone floors of the Castle. The footfalls of the guard, the crackle of fires within the fireplaces were all the echoing murmurs from which one could draw sentiment. Sentiment that a Chancellor now turned Emperor found himself cultivating as he looked out the massive window out over the Eastern side of the City, watching as cranes swung to carry beams up the sides of one of the buildings still under construction as construction mecha acted as guides to ensure that the heavy beams didn't smash into one of the electronic billboards that was advertising the 'First Landing' concert that was being held at the Ryuusei Ampitheatre by Asune Thunder, one of the Chrystalian bands whose lead vocalist was Yuurei Daithilus, the son of Tisou and Reina.