> GLOBAL: The Lunar Invasion Begins!With great streaks of silver light several sizable meteors launch from the surface of the moon! They slam into the surface with a sound heard for miles if the spectacular light was not enough to notice. Great silver rods plunge into the ground, and begin unfolding into the unmistakable shape of fortresses. Figures within with gleaming hair and skin of pale silver pour out from within, armed with blade, staff, and bow. It is an invasion!
> Global: A New World?Rumors race across the land like wildfire that Vizari sailors have found something out past the horizon, an entire new continent. Stories fly of obsidian sharks, orcish explosion wizards, domo with ten arms and other outlandish tails.
>>6305823>AA. of KhurnaireIt is with a bold songs and many a lantern of glowing knife light that settlers push into the Cursed Lands, expecting battle and trickery, phantoms and torment. Instead they find nothing at all, just desolate plains of black rock and white bones of beasts strange and large. No plants, no animals, not even the warble of a bird or the chirp of an insect. It is an eerie and strange sight. Even the wind howls without sound in this place, an experience that settlers struggle to put into words. Settlers persevere however, pouring blessings of luxor into the soil alongside dung and bonemeal, eking out harvests from this grim land. Has the dark left? And if so, where to?
It is perhaps no surprise that the smiths and tradesmen who ply their wares in the Vermillion Grave find their audience a tough nut to crack. They are tolerated, sometimes even appreciated, but there’s no denying that they are outsiders, foreigners strange to this land, and the traditions of Zas make little headway into the hearts and minds of Ordelan. Instead it is Ordelani gods that drift into Khurnaire, stories of Janos and Sturnes, the power of lightning and fire, man made beast and storm and unleashed upon the Dark becomes quite popular for a short time.
The church of Marlene is a popular one of farmers in the distant reaches, for any wise farmer knows his dependence on the earth for his craft. A sizable chapel, adorned with turban tapestries, built of stone from the islands off the coast and decorated with shimmering black obsidian rises up, providing a place of refuge and community amongst the settlers, those that remain anyway.
The great expansion to parts distant and foreign is mostly a failure. Many return, speaking of lands already settled and mighty armies waiting to turn them around. Others stay, but swear new oaths, to new lords.
