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Region: Barbaria

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"Revival of Talos" - Return of the Atmorans: Part 1

As onlookers of the devout await for the total solar eclipse to transpire, the platform holding the altar of Talos is drenched in blood, in preparation for his revival. Rows upon rows of people clad in battle armor stand at attention, facing their patriarch and High King, Ysgramor XII. As the eclipse begins to envelop the darkening of the sky, a once always land of day and beauty is turned to a shadow, with a deep red hue being cast as the celestial bodies finally merge to make the Eye of Talos. Seconds pass, and there is no light, only the lit fires on the platform flicker in the blackness. The platform's surface begins to enlighten, with geometric symbols glow in the dark, illustrating a map of the top of the world, and the clear boundaries of Boreas. In awe of this, the soldiers, and even the High King, bow before the great majesty that is Talos. In his booming voice, the blind High King makes his speech, by declaring the message of Talos through him.

"...A prophecy was bestowed to my ancestors many centuries ago, highlighting our return to the world, and the restoration of our ancient dominion. During a time before the Cyanists, before the Hyperboreans, we ruled the top of the world, but faith in our Talos diminished when false Gods began to flood our minds. When all hope is lost, Talos will return, blacken the sky, and open his eye before us...Talos wants us to restore our empire, our glory, and our race. I hence forth declare a great and holy war for our lost land. We will slay every last heretic, and rebuild off of their bones and blood, for Talos!"

"For Talos!"

The crowd continues to cheer as they shed their robes, and march on, holding in one arm a rifle, and another their heart. In the midst of the great blackening of the sky, the Atmorans use the cover to unleash a devastating offense on their neighbors, in hopes of reviving Talos' great and amazing empire. Large black warships, built like metallic castles, pierce the thawing ice, and breach the borders of the many nations that border the Boreas Ocean. A heavy fog enrolls and masks the warships, and the bleakness shows no promise to the enemies before them. There is no hope for the defenders, for the Atmorans know they can't return home until victory is achieved. There will be so much suffering, but it will all be in name of Talos, and in honor of refounding the glorious Atmoran Dominion. From all corners, the Atmorans invade Valgoria, Vostag, the Inuit Confederation, the Neo American Union, and have begun flooding the seas with jet black warships, and the sky has been embroiled by flocks of bombers and escort fighter jets. War is literally on the horizon, and the nations whose afflicted by this onslaught, will ultimately be burdened with nearing defeat...Thus begins the "Holy Solar War"