Tartarean High Seas

Bernadetta von Varley arrives, coming from Gaia.

Bernadetta von Varley has left the area, heading west into 11949efe4e38268dbf5f8693897f5702.

In a cacophony of obliteration, everything to the west vanishes.

Urakena materializes from the void.

As the storm raged in the Empyrean seas, the Wyrm's gleeful whispers snaking through the waves, Urakena shuddered. The signs were all present and she was not sure all that she could do here under the sea. She was but one dragon. It was then a glimmer of purple shot from somewhere over there, north over the home of the originals.

Urakena followed the periwinkle, knowing the signs when she saw them.

As she swam through the celestial lights in the waves, Urakena might have noticed her own glow beginning to fade. It seemed her vibrant blues, as she swam through the purple, were left behind in the light. She grew darker as she went, her beauty fading as if she was sinking.

Urakena has left the area, heading south into Ellaria.

Glistening Sprite has left the area, heading north towards Nordblad Isle.

Nissho Kurogane arrives, coming from Nordblad Isle.

Nissho Kurogane ascends towards Gaia.

Tartarea watched the ships appear above the planet, knowing many of them might be claimed by his depths.

Suddenly, Tartarea heard something. A voice. A call.

A great wave crashed upon the Ellarian Tartarian coast. Tartarea carried on the winds and towards the Weargtooth Mountains.

Tartarea vanishes into nothingness, but you get the feeling they are heading somewhere else.

Tartarea materializes from the void.

Sinfrost has arrived, coming from Ellarian Tartarean Coast.

AUK-53 materializes from the void.

Sinfrost continued to fly, level on the clouds, pondering on the notion of nobility. The great dragon also contemplated what it meant to fight for something that wasn't yours to begin with, and made the attempt to wrap his head around being chosen for a greater cause by beings beyond one's understanding. In his solitude he had to admit he didn't do much thinking. This was much to think about.

There are legends,

began Sinfrost to Solaris after a long pause of flying in silence.

There are legends, older than I. A time, not forgotten. The Gods, they fought for Gaia itself. Herself. The planet was, a child. New, compared to all else, compared to the great balls of light.

Sinfrost snapped out his wings to rise above the clouds.

Do you see how that one, glows? Angry. Red. Awakened,

Sinfrost spoke of the undead star in the sky. A glowing red ball, barely alight, but just enough. There was a hearty crack of fire across it's surface. Though the star body seemed dormant, it was decidedly alive. Sinfrost flew along the tops of the clouds, keeping close to them. Sinfrost did not know if Eras could see or sense them. The dragon figured it was better not to press their luck - if luck was such a thing to exist.

That is Eras, the God who seeks, to destroy, Gaia.

Fighting a God. It's not shameful to say it's the first time I've done such.
The robot cranes his head back to look upward, a slight whirr emanating from his head as his eyes adjust to see the star.

Reason seems to be a good ally in times like these, and it seems that indeed reason is on our side. Anger corrupts, convolutes the mind. Surely our enemy... shall fall on it at some time.
He had never had to deal with conflict on such a high scale as this, but he thinks of it as simple as it can be.
Tell me, Sinfrost, if it can be told in such ways, are we rushing to attack, or holding to defend?

In the winds, Tartarea manifested- catching the wings of Sinfrost in a gust and accelerating the pair towards the Empyrean High Seas.

Sinfrost rode on the gust until Ellaria began to come into sight.

"Attack, defend," Sinfrost said, "Neither a tactic until we learn how. We are going somewhere useful, to learn to be useful I suppose."

Sinfrost has left the area, heading south towards Ellaria.

AUK-53 has left the area, heading south towards Ellaria.