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<blockquote data-quote="Paka" data-source="post: 1346191" data-attributes="member: 100">The spheres floated in the middle of the room, allowing the room's holy audience to see the damage being done.&nbsp; Once the spheres made sweet music and the celestial servants who now studied the map with urgent intensity would do their Gods' bidding with glee.&nbsp; These days were darker and now the spheres were merely a battle map, more complicated than humanity's most ambitious mathematics or arcane formulas.A Solar with deep blue skin and platinum wings pointed at a speck on the moving map.&nbsp; &quot;I am noticing a new beach-head there.&nbsp; What is it?&quot;A Trumpet Archon, used to reading the map quickly and accurate during her enternity serving as a divine messenger replied, &quot;It is a small Prime.&quot;They once had a trinity pantheon but then the trinities split into trinities again and now there are nine, one for each of the great alignments upon which our tapestry hangs.&nbsp; A century ago a lesser incarnation of Heironeous was banished from the world while vanquishing a vassal of Vecna.&nbsp; Now Heironeous' son rules in his stead.&quot;&quot;Son?&quot; asked a Planetar, peering from beneath his emerald brows and cradling a Holy Avenger as if it were a babe in swadling clothes.&quot;Metaphorically speaking,&quot; the Messenger replied.The Planetar looked at the world with renewed interest.&nbsp; &quot;With a young Demi-God of a Paladin, newly ascended to full Godhood, serving as their envoy of the Law and the Good this world will be a ripe for the Blood Armies.&nbsp; I will lead a force to stem the tide.&quot;The Solar with Platinum wings, superior in rank to everyone in the room, spoke softly but with the force of Holy Mandate behind every word.&nbsp; &quot;Their forays into the Beastlands, particularly Brux, are becoming more and more aggressive.&nbsp; Our Divinations have uncovered that through domination of this plane they could bend the very beasts in the Prime Material Plane to their will.&nbsp; Would you see every ancient Elvish wood in all of the worlds turn against our cause?&nbsp; Would you see what Hell could do with Treants, giving time and will?&quot;The Planetar held his blade up, an offering, showing deference.&nbsp; &quot;My General, your word is the Mandate and I hold no doubt to its holiness.&quot;&quot;I expect no less, Sword Angel.&nbsp; You will lead the forces to Karasuthra, lowest level of the Beastlands, land of eternal moonlight.&nbsp; Gather what minions you need to hold it until reinforcements arrive.&nbsp; The lower region of the Beastlands is where its most ferocious nocturnal predators are kept and I am loathe to allow the Blood Armies that kind of breeding stock.&quot;Orders were given and Angels flew to their positions.&nbsp; The Emerald skinned Planetar looked at the map while his minions: Aasimar-blooded Satyrs, Centaur Paladins and Swanmay battle-Clerics.&nbsp; He served a Treant-God known as the Elder Ring, whose branches spanned worlds and whose rings held millenea.&nbsp; &quot;Sword Angel of the Elder Ring, we are ready,&quot; his leutenant, a Swanmay Cleric, the Abbotess of their order.&nbsp; &quot;I want to make sure we are not followed,&quot;&nbsp; the Sword Angel asserted.The Cleric cocked her head.&nbsp; &quot;M'lord?&quot;&quot;There is a gate to the Beastlands here.&nbsp; It hasn't been used for many centuries but I wish to make sure none use it to follow us.&nbsp; Bad enough they will be using their spells and any Gates they have in Sigil but I won't have them walking through from their recent soft Prime battle.&quot;&quot;But the Holy One said...&quot;The Planetary smiled and put his helm over his bald green head.&nbsp; &quot;I heard him and we are obeying the Mandate.&nbsp; My sword could do no wrong while I wield it and for now my sword will take this low road to the Beastlands.&nbsp; It will do us good to see how the Primes are faring in this planar siege and while there we will lend what help we can.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Paka, post: 1346191, member: 100"] The spheres floated in the middle of the room, allowing the room's holy audience to see the damage being done. Once the spheres made sweet music and the celestial servants who now studied the map with urgent intensity would do their Gods' bidding with glee. These days were darker and now the spheres were merely a battle map, more complicated than humanity's most ambitious mathematics or arcane formulas. A Solar with deep blue skin and platinum wings pointed at a speck on the moving map. "I am noticing a new beach-head there. What is it?" A Trumpet Archon, used to reading the map quickly and accurate during her enternity serving as a divine messenger replied, "It is a small Prime. "They once had a trinity pantheon but then the trinities split into trinities again and now there are nine, one for each of the great alignments upon which our tapestry hangs. A century ago a lesser incarnation of Heironeous was banished from the world while vanquishing a vassal of Vecna. Now Heironeous' son rules in his stead." "Son?" asked a Planetar, peering from beneath his emerald brows and cradling a Holy Avenger as if it were a babe in swadling clothes. "Metaphorically speaking," the Messenger replied. The Planetar looked at the world with renewed interest. "With a young Demi-God of a Paladin, newly ascended to full Godhood, serving as their envoy of the Law and the Good this world will be a ripe for the Blood Armies. I will lead a force to stem the tide." The Solar with Platinum wings, superior in rank to everyone in the room, spoke softly but with the force of Holy Mandate behind every word. "Their forays into the Beastlands, particularly Brux, are becoming more and more aggressive. Our Divinations have uncovered that through domination of this plane they could bend the very beasts in the Prime Material Plane to their will. Would you see every ancient Elvish wood in all of the worlds turn against our cause? Would you see what Hell could do with Treants, giving time and will?" The Planetar held his blade up, an offering, showing deference. "My General, your word is the Mandate and I hold no doubt to its holiness." "I expect no less, Sword Angel. You will lead the forces to Karasuthra, lowest level of the Beastlands, land of eternal moonlight. Gather what minions you need to hold it until reinforcements arrive. The lower region of the Beastlands is where its most ferocious nocturnal predators are kept and I am loathe to allow the Blood Armies that kind of breeding stock." Orders were given and Angels flew to their positions. The Emerald skinned Planetar looked at the map while his minions: Aasimar-blooded Satyrs, Centaur Paladins and Swanmay battle-Clerics. He served a Treant-God known as the Elder Ring, whose branches spanned worlds and whose rings held millenea. "Sword Angel of the Elder Ring, we are ready," his leutenant, a Swanmay Cleric, the Abbotess of their order. "I want to make sure we are not followed," the Sword Angel asserted. The Cleric cocked her head. "M'lord?" "There is a gate to the Beastlands here. It hasn't been used for many centuries but I wish to make sure none use it to follow us. Bad enough they will be using their spells and any Gates they have in Sigil but I won't have them walking through from their recent soft Prime battle." "But the Holy One said..." The Planetary smiled and put his helm over his bald green head. "I heard him and we are obeying the Mandate. My sword could do no wrong while I wield it and for now my sword will take this low road to the Beastlands. It will do us good to see how the Primes are faring in this planar siege and while there we will lend what help we can." [/QUOTE]

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