As the Bhalian armada gathered in anticipation on the open field, the skies above seemed unusually quiet. Then, suddenly, a soft hum filled the air, barely perceptible at first but growing steadily louder. Delion's eyes widened as he watched a B'halian airship materialize before them, seemingly out of thin air. The vessel's cloaking technology rendered it invisible until its arrival, a feat of engineering that left even the most seasoned warriors of the Bhalian armada in awe. As the colossal airship descended from the clouds, its massive silhouette casting a shadow over the land below, Delion stood at the forefront of the infantry with his gaze fixed on the approaching vessel with anticipation. Kilik stood beside him, her eyes alight with curiosity as she watched the airship draw nearer.
The craft itself was a sight to behold, its sleek metallic hull gleaming in the sunlight as it hovered above the ground with effortless grace. Enormous propellers churned the air, and vectored the vessel forward with a low hum that reverberated through the surrounding landscape. Banners emblazoned with the sigil of the Bhalian Empire fluttered from its mast, marking it as a vessel of great importance.
Once the airship touched down on the open field, a sense of anticipation filled the air. Delion could see the excitement in the eyes of his fellow soldiers as they prepared to embark on the journey back to Bhalia.
"Prepare to board." He called out to the assembled troops, his voice carrying over the din of the crowd. They acquiesced with a sense of purpose; to make their way towards the waiting airship, their footsteps echoing across the open expanse. Kilik fell into step beside Delion, her expression one of quiet determination as they joined their comrades in boarding the vessel.
The airship lifted off into the sky, leaving behind the fields and forests of Madeira in a flash.
The Second Annual Neo Festurus - Fin
Re: The Second Annual Neo Festurus
With the B'halian Empire departed from the Jaida Coast, the festival was free to carry on as usual. Some people further away from the site of the conversation went back to business as usual, walking the stalls and sharing in the festivities, but the attendees within earshot and eyeshot promptly explored other avenues. Zero's invitation to more merriment was just the thing they needed to snap themselves back to reality.
He and his crew were occupiers in a foreign land, a band of interlopers who had no idea whose home they entered in setting up camp. It took three days for the Atlanteans to gather the intel they thought necessary to make their move and give grace to the gang decided to set up shop on their shores. And yet against all odds and better judgment, the outsiders were invited to stay by the land lurkers both Human and Elv. The creatures of the sea and the Republic of Mares Vidas were overpowered and out voted after Skyblight, the very event that the seadra was just ranting about. It was fair to assume that Atlanteans had more than enough reasons to not trust The Conservatory or any of their works.
On the other hand, just like the tribunal that granted The Conservatory peaceful asylum in the midst of the Jaidans, Zero Venkage displayed a pragmatic side of himself that attracted people to his vision. All accords struck are lip service until rested in a bad situation, and for the Conservatory, Zero proved his fealty to his new neighbors. Though the B'halian offer to him for the whole of the continent of Madeira sounded amazing, something they expected him to jump at, his denial and deferral to the original people of this land gave them hope that a world in harmony with neighbors new and old seeded in the hearts of some Atlanteans who might have still held a grudge. Had it not been for Zero here and now, who knows what would have come of the B'halian incursion? It could have been all out war on a moment's notice, and yet that pillar of a man stood strong and let the current of destiny flow around him. That courageous nature brought Subori from the swamp and Simon from the highlands to his side with what few survivors there were from The Fall, forming The Conservatory for the benefit of everyone on the Jaida Coast.
On the day they chose to celebrate the newfound synergy, it was tested in the deepest form by a historic threat rearing it's ugly head.
"I don't think they're really feeling it right now, future sovereign of Madeira, hehehe."
Simon leaned on the table of his stall, satisfied he and Pah Pi avoided a brawl in the middle of their party. He and his fowl nibbled on some of the meats that were now without mouths to fill.
Though he tried to revive the party, the festival seemed to go on without Zero.
~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile... ~~~~~~~~~
Subori made his way through the mangroves while the Joro battalion packed up. He needed to warn Zero that Raizen Gojudas had been captured and made some sort of deal with the B'halian Empire. Even if he was locked up and in custody, a deal with the Empire wouldn't bode well for anyone, especially now that they know how to push ashore on the Jaida Coast. He turned back to see if they finished packing only to find the whole camp disappeared silently in a flash. Subori was left dumbstruck at the silent departure of the Joro forces and it sent a shiver down his spine. Things seemed to be developing worse than he ever anticipated.
He and his crew were occupiers in a foreign land, a band of interlopers who had no idea whose home they entered in setting up camp. It took three days for the Atlanteans to gather the intel they thought necessary to make their move and give grace to the gang decided to set up shop on their shores. And yet against all odds and better judgment, the outsiders were invited to stay by the land lurkers both Human and Elv. The creatures of the sea and the Republic of Mares Vidas were overpowered and out voted after Skyblight, the very event that the seadra was just ranting about. It was fair to assume that Atlanteans had more than enough reasons to not trust The Conservatory or any of their works.
On the other hand, just like the tribunal that granted The Conservatory peaceful asylum in the midst of the Jaidans, Zero Venkage displayed a pragmatic side of himself that attracted people to his vision. All accords struck are lip service until rested in a bad situation, and for the Conservatory, Zero proved his fealty to his new neighbors. Though the B'halian offer to him for the whole of the continent of Madeira sounded amazing, something they expected him to jump at, his denial and deferral to the original people of this land gave them hope that a world in harmony with neighbors new and old seeded in the hearts of some Atlanteans who might have still held a grudge. Had it not been for Zero here and now, who knows what would have come of the B'halian incursion? It could have been all out war on a moment's notice, and yet that pillar of a man stood strong and let the current of destiny flow around him. That courageous nature brought Subori from the swamp and Simon from the highlands to his side with what few survivors there were from The Fall, forming The Conservatory for the benefit of everyone on the Jaida Coast.
On the day they chose to celebrate the newfound synergy, it was tested in the deepest form by a historic threat rearing it's ugly head.
"I don't think they're really feeling it right now, future sovereign of Madeira, hehehe."
Simon leaned on the table of his stall, satisfied he and Pah Pi avoided a brawl in the middle of their party. He and his fowl nibbled on some of the meats that were now without mouths to fill.
Though he tried to revive the party, the festival seemed to go on without Zero.
~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile... ~~~~~~~~~
Subori made his way through the mangroves while the Joro battalion packed up. He needed to warn Zero that Raizen Gojudas had been captured and made some sort of deal with the B'halian Empire. Even if he was locked up and in custody, a deal with the Empire wouldn't bode well for anyone, especially now that they know how to push ashore on the Jaida Coast. He turned back to see if they finished packing only to find the whole camp disappeared silently in a flash. Subori was left dumbstruck at the silent departure of the Joro forces and it sent a shiver down his spine. Things seemed to be developing worse than he ever anticipated.
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Re: The Second Annual Neo Festurus
Zero shrugged off the tension, sure that the rest of the festival would continue as planned. He had a speech prepared for the closing ceremony, but thought he took up enough of the limelight for a single day. The B'halian visit allowed him some real perspective on his future, what he wanted to build through The Conservatory to assuage the violence that seemed to follow him. With a chance to turn over a new leaf, Zero appreciated the bonds he was able to build with his neighbors on the Jaida Coast. Even the weaker and more tenuous relationships had started to ease lately and on some level, he could think his handling of this situation was the best thing for his reputation around these parts. With the Empire set to return to bring their wrath, the Spirit of Arcturus would do this continent some real good in the coming battles. The fire in Zero's eyes and the light in his heart would make sure of it.