Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26517142-20160824154246

NeoOz. Where things have finally achieved the peak of change. Mamonos, living to the prime of their lives, enjoyment and fulfillment returning to their once stifled colors. The lands of tinted green and vast fields that spanned over the four quadrants spread ever so peacefully.

But something stirrs in the wind.

From out of NeedlePoint Forest, came a straggling Anica, a Tin Woodsman. Gaping wounds were etched on her mettalic arms and cheeks leaking liquid Daemonergy. She was lifting in her arms Matris, the Lioness and supposed queen of NeedlePoint, who was at that time... a month delayed from giving birth.

"We have to warn them! We HAVE TO! " yells Anica, her voice trailing off at the howl of a passing squall. "I swear... this happens because we met Jeiel!!"

Matris is silent. She doesn't say a word.

The two enter NeoOz's Emerald City...

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Jeiel Viridoma Mathantom Yozama looks on from the balcony of Veritatem Husticar, Oz's shining symbol of verdant life. He sees it... a black entity of power... gaping through the clouds.... And a red light that wanted him. Body and soul..

"Dear?" Ozma calls to him. "What's going on? I feel a tremor. "

Jeiel grips the hand railing and grits his teeth.

"Ozma. Evacuate everyone in Oz. Bring them to Fallhalon."

"The cleared lands in the Naether? So soon? Wh-why? "

I stare at her, with sadness clouding my usually carefree demeanor. ".. Death is coming."