Invaders from the North (Plotline)

The Northern Continent, Yoma Empire-Odinia, Capital City.

The land was cold, covered in a permanent haze of snow and ice that choked the warmth from the air, it was vast, barren almost, like a white blanket of nothingness, a blank slate upon the map. This was not the case however, if one looked closer there could be seen small settlements nestled in amongst the snow drifts and white capped mountain ranged that bisected the vast land. The most magnificent however was that of Odinia, carved out of the very mountain side itself it stood like a shining black fortress in this blank canvass a great smudge upon the pure white snow. Its outer walls where constructed, as has been said, from the very mountain. Jet black where the stones, ebony and shining in the pale moonlight caressing the land from the heavens.

It had within its walls a vast city, many buildings standing in the protection of the citadel which was by far the most magnificent of all, rising above the buildings like a monolith of darkness some 100ft into the night sky. It was within this Citadel that the Empress Teresa resided, and it was here that the Highest Ranking military personnel were gathered to decide the fate of the land they had left long ago.

The Empress sat upon her throne, the high backed chair made of a deep blue metal, her delicate hands resting upon each arm. Her blonde flowing hair, such was a genetic trait of the Royal line, fell across her shoulders, spilling down her back to the middle of her spine. Her Silver eyes surveyed her most trusted warriors and advisers who were on one knee before her. Twenty in all, Twenty Generals and Lieutenants who would lead her forces to war.

"It is time, it is time to return to where we came from. To show those who drove us from our homes what we have become in these centuries of solitude. We are strong, stronger than any force in this world or the next." Her voice was soft but it carried a strength to it that was made for leadership.

The exact same silver eyes stared up at her from the gathered, each carried the Ginkijo'Ai, the Silver Demon Eye, and out of the twenty only two were male. They were all upon one knee, each wearing a white uniform and cloak that spilled across their back with silver metal shoulder protectors. Upon each back was a massive sword made of Stalhrim metal, giving them a blue sheen much like the Throne of the Empress herself, their handles rising above their heads. They awaited the command they knew would surely come, one that they had all been waiting for.

"Begin martialing our Forces, load the Galleons with my army, begin the war!" She said her silver eyes filling with a burning passion.

The army was prepared, on the southern most coast the Galleons lay. Docked in the port city of Shivvanah these 40ft long, 30ft high, behemoths were filled with Soldiers from across the continent. None bore the silver eyes of their masters but instead they were simply men and women from the nations that formed this land before the arrival of the Yoma, before they swept across and united the warring states under their banner.

The ships, like the blades and Throne, were cobalt blue, made of Stalhrim because of its extreme durability and its ability to become harder in extreme colds. The fronts of each Galleon where tapered into a point, the reason for this was that the waters surrounding the continent for miles where in fact ice flows, white dots of meters thick sheets of frozen sea water clustered together to form an almost impassable defence that had kept the Northern Continent utterly isolated from the world. The Galleons could literally cut their way through the ice flow, carving a path at top speed to their destinations.

The ships where filled, two at first would set sail. Their holds filled with over Five Thousand Shinobi and Twenty Yoma, they would be the vanguard for the main force of a further Eighteen ships. they would secure the landing point and sweep away all resistance in the immediate vicinity, spreading outwards to gather Intel and any other data that the invasion force might need for war ahead.

The two ships set sail, the ice crashing against their metal hulls, travelling southward at top speed for the forgotten homeland. Upon the bitter cold decks of the ships stood the Yoma, their Silver eyes gazing out toward their destination, unflinching even in the bone shredding wind that swept across the deck continuously. They were utterly calm, totally focused, and ready to conquer in the name of the Empress Teresa.