[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Nur[/color][/h1][/center]

All would know that Nur was arriving long before her actual presence in the room. The very air in the great hall would become tense, and though it would give no sound, it would vaguely feel as if the room was buzzing with a faint sound of hornets. As the Doors would open once again, a figure, a humanoid female, seemingly made from shimmering orange energies made her way in. Her body was draped in a cloak made seemingly out of an unnaturally white leather, a gift of sorts, from her followers, created from years of sacrifices culminated into one product. Nur's every step towards her seat was loud, as if she was angered by something, and surely she was, she always was. 

"Greetings..." Nur said, her greeting filled with a hollow and disgenuine tone. Nur turned sharply to her take her seat, as her eyes moved to look upon the faces of each of her fellow deities. She tapped her fingers in a rhythmic pattern. "We find ourselves here once more." The tapping stopped as her face took on a slightly agitated expression "I want to listen to all before I cast my vote, if they can come to any kind of sensible concensus."

[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Harran[/color][/h1][/center]
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The Warriors of En Sabir had seiged the City of Sa' for almost a week, the walls nearly crumbling, their foundations undermined, and tunnels dug beneath. As the gates were simultaniously burst into, warriors cralled out of the tunnels like rats storming and swarming as the main infantry poured through the gates. Archers took control of the walls, raining burning arrows into the incomming defenders, as the tunnel infantry surrounded them, the spearmen taking them out within a matter of minutes. 

The Main Infantry made their way to the center of the city, toward's Sa's central treasury. Watching the battle was like art, the sheer intricacy of the battle was a sight to behold, the methods and tactics. It as over only a short while after it started, with the victorious soldiers of En Sabir marching back home, their gold trailing behind in carts, captives to be taken back as slaves or  sacrificed at the local temple in the city of En Sabir, and the fear that was stuck into Sa', being more than enough for the warriors. The Elders of Sa' were spared, for the price of allowing Ensabian officials to interject upon their rulings, and for Sa' to have exclusive trade rights with only En Sabir. 

This was a common day in Harran, land of the elves of the desert, blessed by the 4 rivers and Nur. The festival of Nur was to happen soon, and all cities were prepared to send their greatest to fight in the Games, with the hope of the greatest being sacrificed to Nur, for greater favor. The deserts would be red with blood by nightfall withing the next week.