[i][u][center][h1][color=ed1c24]~The War of the Three~[/color][/h1][/center][/u][/i]
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It is said that war is the ultimate solution, the final escalation to conflict and strife. To many, the concept of war is the last resort in bringing the end of dark times and the beginning of a new age. A new order. But for those of a special bringing, war is all they know. Conflict breathes into their hearts, gives them life, and invigorates them to stand and fight. There are whispers, shadows of doubts, hushed through the ages of worlds describing one particular war that is waged forever. Never stopping, never ceasing, never once ending. Always conflict and forevermore. A war so massive and great, those enacted by beings of a lesser nature paled in comparison to the horrors of this conflict.

In a long ago time best forgotten, the Triumvirate ruled their domain in peace. Inhabiting the Nexus, a place to connect all worlds, the Triumvirate was given warning of a Great Danger, one so potent that it threatened to destroy their lives and civilization. The bonds of allegiance were strengthened in the face of this Great Danger and the factions who comprised of the Triumvirate were quick in their preparations for a war that might never come. In a streak of deep irony, the Triumvirate became poisoned with mistrust among one another. With the paranoia that comes with the end of days, so too is bred doubt and lies. Before long the Triumvirate's once held stability and peace between one another broke up, leaving behind three mighty factions to war with one another.

What was intended to be the greatest army in the cosmos was now reduced to civil war among each other. The conflict continue to roar across space and time, ripping apart whole dimensions and creating new ones in their place. The heavens are burning, the lands are sinking, and the once proud coalition that was the Triumvirate finds itself standing divided. And the Great Danger looms ever closer. With each battle, each victory and defeat, the final annihilation of everyone creeps more and more into the heart of the never ending war.
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That Battle of Dianex had begun. Or rather, it was perhaps more accurate to say the conflict was well underway. A great siege had taken place in the vast Valley of Dianex, a mighty expanse of land that left the battle fortress known as [url=http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5AB-3vTmhmw/TLotqfOg2SI/AAAAAAAAAN4/J0fby6a9ZqA/s1600/The_Fortress.jpg]Elicitor[/url] a walking target. Reports of the Machina stronghold containing a valuable tool of power that would give them a stronger foothold in this war had been leaked out by demonic spies.

Whether this was an intentional ploy by the demonic forces of Hell was uncertain but it wasn’t long before news of this found its way to Heaven’s Gates. Thus, plans had been drawn out and tactics had been prepared. No one was sure what the Elicitor was carrying, not even its Machina masters. But the bare facts were that it was cause enough to fight for it because that was a purpose worth fighting for. Some fought for much less in this war.

Even so, the Machina were no fools. They were fully aware that entering the [url=http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11122/111222567/4566876-valley.jpg]Valley of Dianex[/url] would leave them open for assault by angels and demons alike. It was the quickest route to the Machina Homeland; given the importance of their package, they sought to reach High Queen Eos as soon as possible. After all, they were confident in their own superior firepower to play the waiting game, fighting on the defensive against their opponents.

Their cold, logical ways of course let them overlook the obvious flaw within their plans. Because in this endless conflict for dominance and power, one must always have plans within plans. And that drawback to the Machina’s plans was the failure to realize each faction had their own ace in the hole for this particular confrontation.

For the Demons, it was the many sleeper agents moving about within the Elicitor’s hull, ready to turn on their robotic masters with the flick of an order, long corrupted some time ago by demonic influence. For the Angels, it was the call of the Valkyries, their might strong enough to enact an aerial assault and scorch the earth with their bombardments. For the Machina, it was the Elicitor itself, its functions unknown to the enemy and thus both Demon and Angel alike were oblivious to its capabilities of digging through the very earth itself.

But whether these advantages would be used now or in a more tactful manner was up to the beings who fought firsthand in this war. Because as soon as the Elicitor stepped into the Valley of Dianex, all sound left the world. The only noise to remain was the heavy clunk of the fortress’ footfalls, its weight bringing rumbles to the ground.

Now was the time to make the first move. Now was the time to strike. As if holding its breath, the Nexus waited in patience for the first shot to be fired. Until that time would come, the Elicitor would continue to move through the mist of the valley. Clunking like a steel ghost of the dark.