Blank Slate IC2

[Mike_the_Mystic]

The messenger had reached the mighty city of Karthai-Jin. News of another war with the chaos fey, or a continuation of the last war. It was the same thing over and over, assault and rebuttal, assault and rebbutal. It was boring. But if the Grigs trully were advancing, then they had to be stopped. Permanently. The Witch Doctors began work on a new little potion, derived off of the anti-healing potion they cooked up from the Lycians. However they found that it wasn't an anti-healing spell, it was an anti-divine spell. Such power was unheard of, but it was powerful indeed. Their newest brew was going to be used against their swampy foes, in fact the whole swamp. It would slow down and even reverse the mutations that Xiren's children were known for. Mages from the Library, Hydromancers from the Yanze, Feral Trolls and the Astral Projections of the Dream Trolls were all called upon to crush the threat. Raminov's children were already being bred and trained for war, so they were another resource for the Karthaidi. When all was said and done, over thirty-five thousand troops had been amassed. It was time for war.
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The skies over the swamp were soundless, but not without air traffic. Down from the skies descended the arial forces, Dire Eagles and Hawks with a Feral Troll companion. In their mighty talons were their payload: Casks of the Mutant-stopping potions. As they divebombed over the swamps, they released their payloads, casks breaking on contact with the trees and rocks, even those released into water and much were designed to be released into the said water to heal the land. A fine, purple mist was now covering the swamps, and were beginning to revitalize the plants and animals that lived their. The invasion had begun.