Ultima
07-16-2017, 09:44 PM
It had quickly gotten out of hand, Ilunga mused to hirself, as ze settled into the soft sands of sheltered cove. With the span of a mere few days this southern region had been overrun with strangers and more kept welling through the Portal with every hour, until ze could no longer fully estimate the numbers. How many years had it been since the Rift last saw such an influx of new life? It ought to have been a good thing, but ze could not bring hirself to think of it in those terms. It had more the makings of an invasion, and ze knew only one realm that had so brazenly pilfered what was not theirs in the past.
That realm which the Wise ones referred to as 'Helovia'.
"We have a problem" ze stated and looked around at the equids that had answered to hir summons. The deep contralto filled the beautiful cavern with its melodic ring, but for once there was neither mischief nor laughter in the voice, and Ilunga's gaze did not glitter with mirth as ze looked between hir kinsmen. Strangers they all were, no face was truly familiar but it mattered not, for it was clear they were children of the Rift and hir request for a gathering had been acquiesced. It was enough, for now, though Ilunga worried that there were too few of them.
"As I am sure thou hast all noticed, a Portal has been opened on the northern border of this Southern region, near the edge of the Rainforest Cliffs. Since a few days ago a great number of strangers have been exiting the wormhole and are now spreading rapidly all across our lands, trampling the earth and scattering the wild things before them, like thoughtless children. As a result... something has awakened, a presence, and now it roam the area with ravenous hunger."
Ilunga's lips tightened at the memory of the presence, the foul tainted entity that had touched hir mind and devoured the magic within hir before ze could cancel the spell. It had been a frightening experience, and one that troubled hir so much that ze had set aside the inbred reluctance to associate with other races and reached out to whomever ze could find.
"I have my suspicions as to whom these intruders might be, but I would ask if either of thee has made closer contact with them, and whether thee may know more of their intentions upon coming here?"
Placing one elegant finned foreleg over the other the hippocamp inclined the head, indicating that the word was free. Outwardly the beautiful face may appear calm, but on the inside ze harbored a seething mess of conflicting emotions, all fueled and fed by the growing sense of helplessness. Pray that there was something that could be done to prevent further destruction of the realm, pray that war could be avoided and these aliens sent home without conflict.
Pray... but who would listen? Their gods were dead, and it seemed now that these barbarians had come to finish the rest of them off.
@Sidhra @Anuya @Meuric
