After largely sulking back into the shadows with such cataclysmic events as the Ninjan invasion, thus conserving it's strength, the Black Hand has emerged from the rubble stronger than even before, a giant amongst the shattered powers of the world. Now with a level of freedom it had not known in years, the Hand has once again begun to become active. Drawing from the masses of the disaffected and the disillusioned, the Black hand's numbers have swelled to vast proportions.
With a recent series of offenses, the Cult of the Black hand has all but shattered the order of the talon. Over the course of but four months, the twenty million men and women of the Order of the Talon have suffered crushing defeat after crushing defeat. Inflicting 80% losses on their long standing Rival in a lightning war that saw twenty four million dead in a single season, the Black Hand quickly went on to expand, scattering the four million remaining members of the Order of the Talon to the winds as it grew like a malignant tumor. Nearly ten thousand years of warfare had all but ended in the blink of an eye.
With their hated rival all but destroyed, the Black hand had a free hand to quickly mobilize and deploy into the country of Ireland, a long standing stronghold of the Order of the Talon. As the order of the Talon's garrison there was unprepared, the two hundred thousand men of the Talon deployed there were cut down within a short but brutal secret war across Ireland. But the Talon was not the hand's primary objective. Rather than the Catholic following Talon, the Hand had an altogether more pagan target in mind.
Ireland had become something of a home to the Celtic Gods, as the Olympians, under their Roman legions, had never came and slaughtered their worshippers on that Rainy island. But that was not to say that the Celtic Gods had become weak, to the contrary, they were still strong and quite full of resentment, content to isolate themselves from the rest of the world out of spite towards the Olympians and Asgardians.
This state of affairs was just what the Black Hand wanted. Under the leadership of their vile Dark pontiff Nexatos; the Black Hand managed to locate and capture the goddess Rhiannon, mistress of the moon and the winds after cutting down her seelie bodyguards in a storm of laserfire and dark magic and binding her with dark rituals sanctified in the dread name of the icon. While the shame of being captured by an army primarily comprised of mortals would be scandalous enough to any self respecting pantheon, the Black hand had not orchestrated this plan to cause embarassment in a mysterious and oft-forgotten pantheon, but instead they had a far more sinister and vile idea in mind.
For the Black Hand knew that the power of a deity was a very useful thing if tapped. Something that could be used to help further the inscrutable schemes of the icon. And now that they had one member of the Pantheon; they could tap into the power of the whole of the Celtic divinities to not only bolster their own power and feed the Icon's never ending hunger, but to cause havoc. As the Black hand tortures Rhiannon and extracts more power from her kinsmen who as of yet are unaware as to what is sapping their very spirits, dark ripples are being sent across the world of the supernatural due to the unnatural mixture of the energies of the Icon, the Undead, and the epitome of life that is the Energy of the Gods.
Mythological beasts have begun to act strangely, becoming more feral and foul tempered, venturing out beyond their typical haunts like antibodies searching for a virus, attacking beings indiscriminately. Spells, especially those of a druidic bent; are acting strangely, frequently producing random results or simply not working at all rather than what they had intended. The deities of other pantheons are aware that something abhorrent is occuring that involves the long isolated and endlessly bitter celtic pantheon, but most mistakenly attribute it to some sort of ritual by the nearly forgotten gods to attempt to retake the world as their own, and thus are preparing for war against old adversaries.
And in the midst of all this, Rhiannon in her pain and agony, has sent out a call to be heard only by her children, but will it be heeded before it is too late?
Rules
This is a role play between me, Olympian champion and anyone else we feel could come along for the ride. If you want to participate, contact one of us and we'll see what we can do.
This is a canon role play.
Standard role playing rules apply
Most important rule: Have fun!
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