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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jochannan" data-source="post: 2505687" data-attributes="member: 34068">In the wake of the battle, a terrible atrocity befell the resistance. The angels departed, the new goddess departed, the Titan Jo'Karr departed. To where? None could sense. The forge itself vanished, poof! When those who bothered to listen finally heard the pulse of their life forces again, it was on Zhereus. But Jo'Karr and Alexandra were not among those who fled to paradise. At malkavia, a tall, armored man leading many Malkavian assasins knocked on the city gates. "Who goes there?" "Company 327 sir, we've come home." "Alright masters, come in." The great doors of Malkavia swung open. They were slow and bulky and would have required a battering ram the size of a mountain to break open. The armored man strode in with the troops, and found his way to the center of the city. Staring at the bleak buildings, forever enshrouded by unnatural storms, the man seemed to shake his head reprovingly from time to time. Returning soldiers found joy in their families' arms, and commanders faced the grimm responsibility of informing families of casualties of war. At the gates of the central city fortress, a guard notices that the armored man most definitely doesn't belong in Malkavia. "YOU! Hold fast!" The man removed his helmet, but the guards had a hard time distinguishing his flesh from his armor. The armor itself seemed to liquify, then flow into the man's body. There stood Jo'Karr. Elsewhere, the Archangels and Alexandra stood guard, and what they protected, meant life or death for them all.  The Soulforge loomed up behind them, with more enchantments and abjurations protecting it than the Forge.</blockquote>

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