G L O B A L E V E N T
The city of Ne'haer stood in quiet ruin. Smoke from burning fires loomed in the air above crumbled stone pillars that was once the Eastern Temple. The Northern Gates of the city were weakly fortified and the walls around it seemed ready to crumble from the assault they'd experienced the morning after Taj'thara.
Around the gate were members of The Blades, defending the city against the perpetuating onslaught of shadows beasts as they knocked against the fortifications and somehow managed to climb the wall. These beasts had slain a number of citizens and the silence within the streets with the eerie echo of battle by the gate only emphasized the misfortune that befell Ne'haer.
Several ships had dock in the city's harbor over the past few days and with them, the presence of several otherworldly beings arrived to greet the ruined city. At the time, they'd helped push the shadow beasts beyond the gate, but as the days passed, the monsters where steadily becoming stronger.
It was on the nineteenth of Vhalar when the Immortals gathered in the great Judgment Halls, being that this was the only location that hadn't fallen to ruin from the raid. The Judgment Halls were also spacious enough to house everyone who needed or wanted to be in attendance for the meeting. It was important that the remaining humans were advised on what was currently happening.
However, the Immortals did not come unarmed. At least, not all of them. Each being was suited in protective armor that shimmered with ethereal power. Anyone in the room could feel the immense strength contained in such space that none would dare lift a finger to harm these beings.
There were six high chairs made of stone situated atop a marble dais that overlooked a large room with high ceilings and gold, draping fabric that hung eloquently from the walls. The room and the people situated within the chairs and on the steps of the dais commanded authority, all of whom watched the people gather. The Immortals already ventured through Emea with their chosen few and delivered them to the city to help fight back the Shadow Beasts. Though the mortals looked worn and weary, they stood as a mass, ready to listen to the great beings.
Seated within the chairs were Illaren, Moseke, U'frek, Ethelynda, Ymiden, and Xiur. Yvithia remained standing, shrouded in comfortable robes, and stood next to U'frek's chair while Vhalar sat on the steps in front of Moseke. Qylios stood just before the dais and was the closest one to the mortal gathering. Her hand rested on the hilt of her sword as she waited in full battle gear for the rest of the parties to enter the halls. Then, with a look back at Xiur, she move through the crowd towards the doors and sealed them shut behind her, plate and chain mail ringing lightly as she walked.
“Greetings Mortals...” U'frek called after the murmurs had died down. “It is by unfortunate events that we gather here today and I fear the news we share will do little to provide comfort for you all...”