A dark mesa overlooks the valley below it, a scared, battle-weary, no-man's land. The only plant life there is isolated oak trees, and small shrubbery. The yellow grass is littered with scorch marks, broken weapons, armor, and whatever manner of gore war brings with it. Vultures are seen within the fog, when suddenly a strong breeze flows by, the fog rises up and away from the Mesa, and there, Serene, untouched, and dreamlike, is the temple of Iodius. The structure was once a temple dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge, populated by those who moved passed conflict and searched for ways to improve the condition of Humanity. However, when the great wars fell upon the lands, the wise ones within were driven out. The temple was converted into a stronghold, and is now where the war resides. The temple is the only thing that seems unstained by the darkness of battle, its walls are a pristine marble, its surroundings are lush, green grass and tall trees surround the temple, a testament to what the temple once stood for. Iodius emits a peculiar glow, which some books in the temple suggest to be a certain “boost” to those who reside in Iodius. (basically means that if you are in Iodius, your stronger than usual) The only things out of place are the ugly piles of weapons and defenses set up around it, standing out as if from other worlds. Iodius is about to be the epicenters of a great battle.
Ukko Fachtna stands a the head of The Divine Hand's forces, he watches the Temple, looking at every detail, how it seems to defy everything about war, but how it also emanates power. Ukko lifts his staff and looks over his shoulder, his troops were still readying themselves. This is going to be a long war He though to himself as he watched the masses of the Iron horde at the other side of the valley and at his boats, which were still deploying troops onto the shore.