Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26237442-20160303093441/@comment-26444332-20160310160920

Faenor once more approaches the sight-stone in the twilight groves.

"It is time. Summon forth the armies. The enemy is upon us." he speaks softly at the shining opalic surface of the orb.

"It will take some time to cross the Waste. Even more so to take the Gateway, the safest and largest path. I suggest you attempt to bring at least one Original into the fray through a summoning." replies a voice from the shadows, though the stone vibrates slightly as if it is the true source.

"To do that would cost much of my power... And you need both sides of the Gateway open to cross. That is why both sides of the Eternity War have remained somewhat intact."

"I can open this side. So can many. Anaróriel and Nixië for two. Await our coming in a month's time."

"We may not have a month. Their fleets are already almost at our shores, with barely two or three days at the latest before they make landfall. The last time, we were only saved by the strength and fire of youth and our utter will to survive and prosper. Their strength will have tripled in the interim time. What will we do now, when we fight the spawn of the World-breakers?"

With that, some few who have the power and skill have a fleeting glimpse of another place, of an army arrayed in shining silver and sea-blue, standing before a great desert filled with the bones of creatures that never lived. Far off in the distance is a great sheer cliff, extending on for what seems eternal, and a shining cleft in the rock before them.

"Póna!" the leader cries, a man with silvery hair and eyes like swirling mercury, and the entire army begins to march.