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[color=purple][h1][b][u]Mekellos[/u][/b][/h1][/color]
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The campaign had gone well, even after Aveira had left.

In truth, there wasn't much use in having her. It wasn't that she incapable; it was simply that Mekellos on his own was already more powerful than anything the iskrill had to offer. Any additional support would have been overkill, unless the iskrill themselves had been given some sort of divine aid - which had yet to happen. So it was little surprise, and little loss, that the Avatar of Neiya had left.

Mekellos still wasn't sure why she had been sent to him in the first place.

Anyhow, a foothold had been carved out on the other side of the river. New outposts and the beginnings of new settlements had been established. The iskrill had made attempts to drive them back, but they were scattered and disunited. Mekellos and the soldiers of Acadia had crushed them one by one. And the loss of so many fighters had left the iskrill settlements deeper inland exposed, and ripe for pillaging.

Unfortunately, the Avatar of Cadien had not had the time to do so, for he soon received word of a most distressing predicament. A sickness had struck Acadia; one that no magic or potion could cure. A number of workers and soldiers had already fallen ill. If left unchecked, the city's food and metal output would begin to suffer, and new soldiers may even carry the disease to the frontlines. Both the Acadians' supplies and their ability to defend their newly acquired territory would suffer. 

And so, the Avatar of Perfection was forced to call the campaign off. Suddenly, he wished Aveira had not departed after all. But there was little to do about that, save address the problem immediately.

And he did. It was a surprisingly simple endeavor. The sickness was clearly divine in nature. Its effects were horrific, but not necessarily lethal. And since Mekellos was better at preventing people from getting sick than actually curing sickness, he decided it would be more efficient to identify the afflicted, quarantine them, and bolster the rest of the population's immune system against such unnatural diseases.

With that done, Mekellos prepared to resume his campaign, hoping that the delay caused by this mess would not be too severe.

Unfortunately, another interruption came.

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[color=purple]"Are you certain?"[/color] Mekellos asked. He was alone, in the council room. The Pontiffs and the Monarchs were absent. It was just him, and the voice of his lord, who spoke within his mind.

[color=violet]"Of course I am. Why aren't you? You felt it,"[/color] Cadien said, which was true. Even so far away, Mekellos had still felt the earth shake, and the familiar feeling that emerged whenever a divine being was acting in the area.

[color=purple]"It just seems... so senseless..."[/color]

[color=violet]"It is, but it has happened nonetheless."[/color]

[color=purple]"And you are certain it was her?"[/color]

[color=violet]"As certain as I can be without witnessing it myself. Which is why you must go to confirm it, find out why it happened, and see if it can be reversed."[/color]

Mekellos nodded grudgingly. He walked over to the balcony which overlooked the city of Acadia. The city he had ruled, which served as his home for so many years. He had never been used to staying in one place for so long. [color=violet]"Very well, my lord."[/color]

[color=violet]"Do not go alone,"[/color] Cadien warned. [color=violet]"She is an avatar. That on its own makes her power equal to yours. But she also had a weapon; a dangerous one, with which she wounded Qael'Naath himself."[/color]

[color=purple]"And who could I bring with me that can surpass this weapon?"[/color] Mekellos asked, curious.

[color=violet]"A second avatar, of course."[/color]

Mekellos's eyebrows rose. [color=purple]"You mean you-"[/color]

He didn't get a chance to finish. A small portal formed before him, and from it emerged a bronze longsword with a gilded hilt, and a glowing amethyst set in the crossguard. It was suspended in mid-air, the blade pointed directly at the floor.

[color=violet]"I present to you, Kharros. The Avatar of War."[/color]

The blade flipped itself, pointing the tip skyward, and then flew toward Mekellos. The Avatar of Perfection caught it effortlessly. The grip of the blade moulded itself to perfectly fit his hand. [color=brown]"We have our mission,"[/color] rasped a metallic voice. [color=brown]"And we must see it fulfilled."[/color]

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[hider=Post Summary]
Despite Aveira's departure, Mekellos's campaign went pretty well. Unfortunately he was forced to call it to a halt when he found out about the sickness Yamat dropped in Acadia. So he goes back to deal with that. Just before he can resume his crusade, however, Cadien contacts him to tell him about the situation in the west. Cadien orders Mekellos to find out what happened, and just in case decides to create and send a second avatar with him. Kharros - the Sword of Cadien and Avatar of War.
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[u]Cadien[/u]
[b]Beginning MP:[/b] 5
[b]Beginning DP:[/b] 5
-3MP to create a second Avatar. Kharros, Sword of Cadien and Avatar of War. (Kharros's original creation a few months back has been retconned.)
-2DP (enhanced by endurance portfolio) to make the people of Acadia more resistant against diseases, both natural and unnatural.
[b]Ending MP:[/b] 2
[b]Ending DP:[/b] 3
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