Judgment Day (Plot)
Mar 8, 2013 23:55:00 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on Mar 8, 2013 23:55:00 GMT -5
Dawn came, chasing away the last traces of the night. From the grand tent Soahc had erected to the individual little homes and everything in between, a few individuals greeted the dawn blinking bleary eyes. Those who could not sleep the night prior were now attempting to knuckle fatigue out of their eyes. Those who still slept were being awoken.
The angels were girding themselves for war, though the process wasn't taking too long for any of them. Armor was conjured and donned, weapons similarly created and inspected. Some angels were doing neither--either they were the few who would not be fighting or their talents were less martial.
Many of the angels were going around to offer assistance in preparing the Chosen; everything from waking them to giving a soft word of encouragement (or perhaps creating strong cups of coffee. Though all of those adventurous individuals who had attended the party Soahc had put on were likely feeling surprisingly awake and energized thanks to Master.)
When a Chosen was ready to face the day, they were given simple instructions: use the ring to envision armor or whatever protective covering they wished (it would manifest to their imagined specifications) or else conserve the energy within their rings for an emergency burst later on. Afterwards, they were to... Wait. Wait for the Forces to assemble and move out.
As for the Forces themselves... They stirred, both anxious and eager, within the breasts of their hosts. Their message was the same for all of them--it was time for a last goodbye, if there was one to give. They'd be taking control soon.
((Goodbyes should be made today and tomorrow. The Forces will begin the process of starting the battle on 3/11.))
The angels were girding themselves for war, though the process wasn't taking too long for any of them. Armor was conjured and donned, weapons similarly created and inspected. Some angels were doing neither--either they were the few who would not be fighting or their talents were less martial.
Many of the angels were going around to offer assistance in preparing the Chosen; everything from waking them to giving a soft word of encouragement (or perhaps creating strong cups of coffee. Though all of those adventurous individuals who had attended the party Soahc had put on were likely feeling surprisingly awake and energized thanks to Master.)
When a Chosen was ready to face the day, they were given simple instructions: use the ring to envision armor or whatever protective covering they wished (it would manifest to their imagined specifications) or else conserve the energy within their rings for an emergency burst later on. Afterwards, they were to... Wait. Wait for the Forces to assemble and move out.
As for the Forces themselves... They stirred, both anxious and eager, within the breasts of their hosts. Their message was the same for all of them--it was time for a last goodbye, if there was one to give. They'd be taking control soon.
((Goodbyes should be made today and tomorrow. The Forces will begin the process of starting the battle on 3/11.))