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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


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    The Contagion
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    Had it been one single thing, they could have prevented it.
    The rising of Pangea took them by surprise enough (they will never learn, not to heed Carnage’s calls, too many of them thrive on chaos at the cost of so much), they had thought the kingdom gone for good, excised from Beqanna. But had it just been the kingdom, they could have managed it - they know the dark god’s attention span is fleeting, and it would not have been hard to crumble it back into the sea when his back was turned.
    But then.
    A magician died, which might not have mattered, either, except for the place in which she died. Beqanna takes back what she gives (the circle of life, and all that, ashes to ashes).
    But she didn’t die on Beqanna’s natural shores. She died - was slaughtered - on Pangea’s shores.
    So Harmonia’s magic was loosed, given back not to the land that had borne her, but to a place itself made of sick magic, a place raised back to life by blood and grit. And the magic found a home in Pangea’s sick heart, compounded the virulence there.
    And maybe that could have been fixed, too - or perhaps they could have simply sunk the magic with Pangea - except for Rhonen. Rhonen and his seal.
    It was the final piece, the tipping point, the straw that broke Beqanna’s back.

    Had any of these things happened alone, they could have saved them.
    It was too late, now.

    Rhonen’s seal breaks, his disease spilling out, and the pestilence meets magic meets a sick kingdom. All totaled, equals chaos. Equals a disease they cannot heal, not immediately. The sickness, like Pangea, is not completely Beqanna’s, and thus not of their control.

    But--

    They fortify. It’s too late, for much of Beqanna - the plague has slipped through their fingers, carried by the horses who scatter - but there are a few places they can save.
    There’s hope, at least a sliver of it.
    They are able to safeguard the mountain in time, and when they touch Tephra, there are already protections in place that they cannot quite explain (an ironic gift from the dark god, his present to his son, who was the first to swim to Pangea and take a mouthful of dirt).
    There are other options. Lands that existed once, but not at the time the plague hit. Lands they can safeguard before bringing back.
    A handful of safe havens amongst a world of sickness. It feels like so little. But it will have to be enough. It will have to be.

    They send this message to Beqanna, a calm voice amongst rising panic. Let them know of the places they can go, encourage them that more will come. They will reclaim the safety of Beqanna. They will find a cure (they hope).
    Until, then, though -
    Good luck.

    OOC note: Here is a link to the explanation of the new version. Feel free to PM any officers/owners with any questions.
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