Already, in the outside planes, the battle lines were being drawn. Few in the following years, would even be able to say exactly how it started, as Draiss allies and enemies begin to declare open warfare against each other, and their allies join in the fight, and their allies, and their allies...<br/><br/>Old hatreds begin to burn anew, as the gods themselves prepare for war. Ancient rivalries and long-buried hatreds boil to the surface, and the chaos rapidly spreads across the mortal planes, as the anger of the gods, subconsciously, reflects back on their followers. Battles begin to spring up, across the planes, though the tension had already been at an all-time high, Fate herself having pulled the strings to ensure everything is perfectly positioned; She knew this day was coming, and had ensured everything would go perfectly. To Her mind, at least.<br/><br/>While war rages amongst the mortals, within hours of the declaration, the gods spend a fair bit more time, consolidating their strength, and moving into positions of power. As actual deity battles last mere moments, the majority of the 'battle' is jockeying for position and waiting for an opportune moment to strike. This, of course, gives Draiss an edge, in that he has far more strength to bring to bear... but he also needs to hold it in reserve, for when Verdelet reveals herself. The tenuous 'peace' that holds, for the moment, won't hold for long, as skirmishes turn into battles which turn into open warfare, but at the rate events are progressing, he should have the better part of a day to prepare.