She flung aside all Balorian reinforcements, instead focusing on training up an elite army of mini Aramias whose sole purpose was to eliminate the enemy commander in combat, hence causing the remnants of the opposing army which hadn’t been immolated or petrified, to flee. She would not tolerate such discrimination. There, champions would send their mini clones to fight for Rayting, the ego boosting resource vital to the survival of the very lands of Balor.Īramia did not have the favor of the Balorian gods, being a newcomer, and hence her favorite soldiers, the Aetherborn wisps, were constantly demanding higher wages for less than proportional increase in fighting ability. Inside the academy, Aramia was briefing an army of mini Aramias in preparation for the domination of the heavily contended promised land. Planning the academy was arduous and conjuring the place put incredible strain on Aramia’s ether flux output, but she preserved and eventually had to herself the grandest academy in Mt. The head of the academy, the young Balorian beauty Aramia, founded the place by conjuring the academy piece by piece. It is said, according to a Unaxion paladin who had once gotten close as it happened, that one could hear the raging screams of Aramia as she tossed out apprentices wielding unstable supernovas and sent them flying to the wastelands to released the pent up energy. The facility was known to occasionally release giant bouts of flaming gas and waves of razor sharp boomerangs. The surrounding villages were built with a wide berth from the facility, for good reason. The occasional thwack of the boomerang and fizzling of a fireball could be heard emanating from the grandiose marble entrance which faced the mountain. Miaara, one could make out the outline of a massive, dull blue facility pulsing with a teal fog of ethereal energies. Miaara lay a surprising sight a smoking and charred wasteland of spent supernovas and failed boomerangs.Īt the base of Mt.
Miaara, the shape shifting mountain shrouded in mystery. The hot summer winds swept across the plains of Balor, rustling through the small villages located at the base of Mt.
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