[The Black Prophecy Part Ii]

[Geo 1415]

- Ambient Music -

 

 

 

 

"We will plunge HER world into twilight."

 

The large, white body of the Tlatlanni slouched contently in his throne, as the dark blue cushions held him captive upon it.  Two sandals met with the sandstone floors of the palace as the body lumbered up from the chair with a surge of effort.  Five, very long, very sharp claws curled around the thick bronze stave of his trident, forced against the ground to hold the Pantera's weight.  His other paw not to be left dormant, reached for the shaggy white mane around his neck, scratching it in thought.  Shoulders rolled back, a mighty yawn, and then his eyes opened.  The red mess that was the Kharajyr's face slowly turned to meet Natayshi, challenging her frail, blind eyes.  A long silence went underway and with tension evidently growing in his consultant.  Finally, the ambient sound of crackling fires were drowned out by a single, quiet voice.

 

"You may leave my throne room, exalted one."

 

Morthawl's eyes followed the Sage's movements, watching the Cheetrah hobble across the red carpet - all the while a toothy grin plastered on his own face.  As Natayshi left the palace Morthawl turned to the light drifts of black smoke leading from his throne, and stopped at the braziers burning away beside him.  Without hesitation Morthawl had drawn his moonblade, diced the ferns that decorated the room and after sheathing his weapon, took hold of a large palm from the debris.  Gently dipping the palm into the wispy flames Morthawl felt the heat as the plant slowly burned before him - and with that, left the room.  His sandals once more padded along the cold stone of the royal overlook, coming to a strong halt at the edge.  Morthawl skewered the palm upon the spike of his trident as it began to blaze, illuminating the cliffside for all to see.  Unclipping a sandstone object from his waist, Morthawl took a deep breath and blew into it.

 

The canopy quaked as the horn sounded, piercing the black night sky.

 

Morthawl looked down upon the bustling city nestled between the mountains, seeing as the scurrying insects below him, his people, stopped in their tracks.  All eyes upon the white panther as the jungle began to settle and nothing but Ohlokhar's ambience to fill the void.  Morthawl's teeth gritted as he exhaled a deep snarling, before shouting at the very sky. 

 

"Children of the moon!"

 

"Have you forgotten who you are?  Have you forgotten your duties?  Have you forgotten - your goddess!  For centuries we have served our divine mother, Metztli, the creator or all things, and the matron of moonlight, the augor of things past, present, and future...  the moon in our very skies!"

 

Morthawl takes a moment to breathe, almost overtaken by the anticipation.

 

"Then why is it... why is it that some speak of the return of the Sun God?  The infernal Absyyl!  He begins to pierce Metztli's veil on this world, and seep his influence into it.  To destroy all living things and bring about the end of the world!  We will not allow this atrocity, this assault on our goddess to go unpunished... NEVER!"

 

Morthawl's thundering roar rolls through the canopy, as he thrusts the blazing trident into the air.

 

"We will never be slaves to Absyyl!"

 

"By the order of Tla'Morthawl, Tlatlanni of Ohlokhar and the hand of Metztli - We go to war!  Preparations must be made as we lead the charge to bring about an Ohlokhari offensive.  Trees must be felled, lumber gathered to complete this enormous task.  We will build a staircase to the heavens, my Kharajyr!  We will bring the fight to Absyyl, we will extinguish the sun - FOREVER!  Retrieve your axes, gather your pails of water, and let us bring about the descent into darkness!  Only the moon shall light the skies."

 

Morthawl waves the flaming trident through the air, screaming down at the swarm of morale below.

"Taydr du dra cih Kut!  For Metztli!"

 

 

Morthawl returned to his throne, ready to block out the sun.

[Wretched 2075]

The Sage begins planning the construction of the great stairs. This plan has no flaws.

 

[ShadowoKing 86]

*Around the Kharajyr island, multiple posters were nailed onto the walls and trees. Even there is posters onto Kha's den doors.

 

We are the Mihya. A group of Kharajyr that wish for a glory future not guided by those whom are mad.  Tlatlannti Morthawl has been guided by a crazy sage known as Natayshi filling the Tla's mind with corruption and confusion. To waste resources on a mad task is not acceptable.The skies is non-touchable, Metztli made that so.

 

So the time has come for a new sage and a new Tlatlannti whom will bring the Kharajyr towards the light. Metztli and Absyyl must become one to stop the doomed future of flames and destruction by our kind and others alike.

 

If you seek for Kharajyr to have a new role to these lands, seek for new leadership, seek for a new sage or seek for acceptance of other races.

Join the Mihyn.

A gathering shall be set at ((Saturday 10pm GMT)) at giant mushrooms and pumpkins so prepare fellow new Mihyn, your voices shall change Kharajyr.

[Addled 62]

Ja'Lorei washes the tables of the tavern idly, mentally running through the speech the Tlatanni shouted early. The words rang through her head constantly like the broken tone of a clock. Ever since the visit to the strange glowing monuments before she had Hfelt strange. She felt a strong disconnection from her people, one that she hadn't felt in a long while.

 

She paused, the tattered rag she was using to wash stilling. In fact, she hadn't felt like this since she finally completed her journey into priesthood. 

 

She shook her head viciously and sighed, the breath leaving her quickly. Her head felt light, dizzy, as she continued to mindlessly rub the rag across the exact same thought. If any other kha or customer had come into the tavern, she wouldn't have noticed, too locked in her own thoughts. 

 

Had she strayed? Had she fallen from the path Metztli had generously laid out for her? Why was she feeling like this?

 

She was so distraught and locked into her thoughts that she hadn't even noticed someone place the flier on the wall until she had looked up. The person was long gone. She straightened, leaving the rag on the too clean table and walked over to the Arena Champion wall.

 

She tore the flier from the wall and read over it quickly.  Licking her lips nervously, she looked out toward the entrance of the tavern and quickly hid the flier inside of her hood. What exactly was going on here? She went back to the table with the rag and hurriedly cleaned the rest of the tables. Her thoughts more jumbled than they were before.

 

Something dangerous was brewing...

 

OOC

Just in case it wasn't clear. Currently Lorei is on the fence about whatever is going on.

[Archbishop 1784]

Shortly after Ibless was revealed, letter is sent to the Tlatlanni.

 

Tlatlanni, you spoke of war a couple of moons back, and you also spoke of going to the sun. But as of recently Absyyl has released an even bigger threat. A figure in cloaks, capable of great destruction has been let free. The locals refer to him as 'Ibless'. From what Mukar has tried to piece together from the elves who lived back when this being was around, he is capable of destroying the realm that we live on. We must prepare to mount a full on war againsts this new foe called Ibless before he makes the first move on us. Mukar knows that the elves will help us in this great battle, but Mukar is sure if we called upon the other races to join us in this war againsts Ibless, then they shall soon join us in fighting back this new foe.

                                         - Ja'Mukar

[Glyc 234]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.