The Day the gods Went Silent

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"Those things shreading your armies as if they were leaves in the storm. They are the armies you had known, changed beings." This woman, this thing a strange glow surrounded her, refusing to open her eyes. To look at us. Despite her monotone voice, there was a sadness about her.
"Then we are supposed to see this only as coincidence that you appear with a foreign army, like nothing I had ever seen, I don't even know what you people are. That this dark tide is rolling over our forces like they were lambs to the slaughter, that we have extremely concerning reports of the gods forsaking their duties all at the same time, that your appearence here means nothing?" King Berthelot growled through his teeth, just having watched his front line break under the weight of that darkness. Evicerated in the most literal sense of the word, that these people claiming to come an save them weren't the cause?
He bellowed this same thought back at the Woman, demanding by what right she had to stand before the two most powerful men on the continent to make such bold claims. The Sultan despite being the enemy, had to calm his once-friend down and let her speak. "You demand to know by what right? You have heard my name, despite the Shadows efforts, my name is carved in the bones of this world. The world I helped create, not them. I stand before you with the full force capable of saving my Children. I stand here with the right of your true god."
The stunned silence seemed to last too long, before King Berthelot could speak. This woman raised a hand, a small band of her soldiers fanned out. Opening fire with thier strange weapons, not like firearms, not like the gunpowder we used. Their rounds seemed to continue on, penetrating through many bodies as that same dark tide that rolled over out front line like it was nothing, was shreded under her might. "The Wayfare's, even a certain Dwarf you are allied with, have spoken my name to you. Slowly allowing it to spread on these "Branches", I am the Queen of the Fae. This dark tide that you so fittingly call it, are your fellow humans. They are an ancient enemy, a force immovable. They are the reasons you worship these 'gods' as you call them, this is not my doing, this is their work. We have called them by many things."
She strode over to the cliffside facing a rising sun, leaning over to see her soldiers following a retreating darkness. Swathes of molten earth left in their wake, ground turned to glass, broken bodies left as their line moved forward. The king and the Sultan joined her watching as only a mere handful was achomplishing what was once thought an inevitable doomsday. "But, how? No matter home much artillery, no matter how many men we through at them, no matter how much bombardment we did. The men who survived came back with reports of the dead laughing, rising again to fight once more. I don't understand."
"We called them Shadow Touched Children, or the Fallen. Those are your men, deformed, changed, living tools of war." Her voice sounded much more meloncholy than before.
"How do you know all this? You claim you are our true god, what do you mean by that?" King Berthelot was only growing more and more angry as this woman stood here.
"Because, they are the reason my family lost. This worlds true creators are gone, save for me while I hid for Eons. Those things lying on the ground, dead. Destroyed as my forces carve through them." She finally opened her eyes, tears leaking from them as fire billowed out from them in the same divine fire the gods shared. "Are my children. You all are my children, the ones I could not save when the Shadows stole our power. When they started calling themselves gods, the Eight Shadows of old changed you."
Her voice broke, the world around the Delegation growing darker. Her voice the only thing we could hear as she spoke, her eyes the only thing we could see. "They stole my children, my family's children. They made them into you, broken their minds to make you. My children, the bones to your histories, our children the foundations your lives are built upon. You are still my children, and I will not see you harmed by this again."
-On the hills just south of the CIty of Huron as the Sultan of the Zybtine Caliphate and the Federation called a cease fire to attempt to quell a plauge that deforemed the bodies of those it infected. It increased the victims strength, endurance, and rage. No one was safe, on this day, The Elsewhere had made itself known again to the "The Eight Divines".

The Historical Event:

On ***** there were numerous eye-witness reports of the gods acting in a disturbing manner. Koroth who was speaking with his Priest in Port De Renard, in front of an entire assembly, was the first report. He stopped mid-sentance whipping his head around in such a way that his spine audibly snapped looking toward the north-east. The divine fire that echoed from his eyes turned black, as shadowy bat-like ears ripped away the flesh from his head to replace his much more human ones. He screached in a soundless noise, though it shattered every last window inside the Cathedral. He dissappeared in a "dark wind" as several of members of the clergy dropped dead in the direction he flew.
The Second, was Welkford as he was working inside the main Cathedral built by the Sorority of Azu. Working with the Sibyl to try and heal a man who had a rampant internal infection. The God of Healing stopped speaking mid-sentance, his eyes growing cold and dark. The feathers of his wings began dropping out as he rested his hand on the man's chest. He opened his mouth to speak, but the language that exited his lips was not human, staring off in the direction of the south. He pushed a darkness into the man's body, he started awake from his coma, screaming as Welkford flapped his wings once and disappeared in a flurry of puss covered feathers. The man had to be put down as he immediately tried attacking the Sibyl, and breaking through his restains. Tearing his own arm off in the event to use as a weapon.
The Third was in the High Peaks of Mhuzelt, Vilroeth had slaughtered an entire chapel filled with her Worshipers. The same black fire billowing from her eyes as she pulled the Gnomish blood that flooded the floor into her. Staring off in the direction of the south east, to where the Elsewhere had appeared. She leveled the spire that housed the Chapel, using it as a launching pad before disappearing.
Those three eye-witness accounts were immedately follwed with innumerable reports of the god's power having vanished from nearly every holy site. The gods had gone silent to their followers, a bizarre quiet left in every place that housed an icon of the divine. Each of them leaking a strange and toxic fog that was beginning to affect the health of everyone in the vicinity. Nearly all holy sites were boarded up, worshipers still inside. The widespread belief that the gods had, in a single moment, forsaken the races of The Great Tree.