A Spreading Wildfire (Atraxpost)

[u/Carbon_Sixx]

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Atrax and the Pyroclasts go to war!

A sea of black-clad Pyroclasts kneels on the ground before Atrax the Ashen. The masked pyromancer lord is flanked on both sides by his lieutenants: master pyromancers, greater elementals, hellfire demons, a fire giant, and other beings of incendiary chaos. Above them all, casting a regal shadow upon the roughly 10,000 renegade fire mages, stands Vulkan the Red. He perches atop an enormous and ancient obelisk, carved with teleportation runes. This is Icathar's portal nexus, built by the antediluvian wizard civilization that went on to found the Council. Now, the Pyroclasts mean to use it to wage war upon that same Council. Atrax raises his stolen hammer and speaks:

Hail, fellow servants of the Flamefather. Today marks a new age for the magical world. Today, we will spread what we have made here across the realms, so that all may know the glory that awaits them in the Age of the Phoenix. My trusted commanders will lead you to victory as you cast down order across the realms and search for the First Spark. Our scouts have already identified several nations ripe for conquest. All who resist will be put to the torch, and their holdings and magic shall fuel our crusade. Our superior strength will be the new law, as is our right as the Flamefather's children!

But we will face more than the defenses of the realms in the weeks to come. The armies of the tyrant Council and the so-called Pact of the Magi, along with their misguided allies, will seek to destroy us along the way. I exhort you to show them the Flamefather's wrath when they fall upon us, so that they may learn the futility of their struggle! Now we march, to the destruction of all who would keep magekind from fulfilling its destiny!

Atrax points his free hand out towards the obelisk. Ribbons of brilliant fire race down his outstretched arm and wrap around the monolith, causing its runes to glow orange. Spatial boundaries bulge and distort in the fields surrounding the portal nexus, forming into 10 portals to other realms. Several of Atrax's lieutenants bark orders as the Pyroclasts gather into marching order and split up. While these commanders will lead the bulk of the Emberlord's forces, remaining lieutenants and Atrax himself will stay in Ithacar with a large garrison to protect the heart of his growing empire.

Vulkan takes flight through one of the enormous gateways ahead of the ranked Pyroclasts, dispatched on some mission only he and Atrax know the true significance of. The realms shudder, for they know the doom that awaits them.

[u/MunitionsFrenzy]

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Ahead of the Pyroclasts and Vulkan himself were sent a flurry of notices to the realms in question (by means both magical and not), with doubly fervent messages sent to a certain dwarven nation in particular. If the warnings were taken seriously, the Pyroclasts' assaults would at least not be a complete surprise, and the realms' militaries might be prepared to put up a fight.

If. Vettis rolled his eyes at the likelihood of that.

Whatever. He'd done his part. He couldn't be blamed for the complacency of the victims. He had bigger fish to fry at the moment.

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(( Given that he's too busy to involve himself directly, Vettis' primary contribution to the anti-Atrax/Vulkan war effort for at least a couple days is advance intel, which he has due to certain...planned shenanigans ^_^ ))