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[PLAYER MADE EVENT-LINE]

 

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In the depths of the swamps, inside those murky marches resides a group that has chosen to call themselves the Worshippers of Ak’Akarish. These are of course the People of Rak’Ah-Du, a tribal village of Cannibals who consume those of the fallen. These horrid people believe that the Karkossa Weaver named Ak’Akarish, is a goddess who is meant to consume the world and they, they are its mouth from which she will feed.

 

These cannibalistic worshippers have been seen stealing away the poor souls in and around the roads and fields leading to Rahuma, using their bodies to feed it to their people, and that weaver, named Ak’Akarish and as such, war has been declared upon the the people of Rahtuma, war against the GODS of Ka’Tau and it will be answered in the blood of Isfetians.

 

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The people of Rak’Ah-Du are of a horrifying nature, often they stay in huts and wear garbs made out of human leather, bone and many others. Although the cannibalistic clan existed long before, their hunger only now have expanded as an unknown figure, Akru’Nak-Ta emerged, preaching the words of Ak’Akarish. From it, blessings are given in a vague and horrific nature, bones forged into weapons of war, shaped by the powers of the Ak’Akarish and her speaker.

 

They are nomadic by nature, incapable of staying at one place for too long. Where they originally came from is relatively unknown, it is speculated that they washed up upon the island very recently, as evident by their basic knowledge of wood working and sailing. Though it seems that they are stranded and scared. The speaker does not seem to stem from their ranks, it is a separate entity who is taller and far, far older than most of them.

 

Finally, they seem incapable of speaking in common, their tongue is a miss match of strange concoctions, though they seem to have a decent recent understanding of common and might be open for diplomacy.



 

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Tik’Antu is a Shaman of Ak’Akarish. He preaches her word through action, murdering and consuming the flesh of his victims, adorning their skull and bones as armor and wearing their skin as cloth. He is a horrid but old man, more-so relying on his sons to war for him. He believes his actions are just, a religious zealot whose only thought is the consumption of man flesh.

 

In combat, he will typically order about his sons, various tribal soldiers who believe him to be his father, promising the love of Ak’Akarish and the pride of a proud father to those who fall in battle, though he is frail, his words carry a weight heavier than any blade.

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An’Tika, Huntress of the Dark forest believes that the hunting of descendants is the greatest sport that this world knows and the more she hunts, the more she feasts on man, elf, dwarf and orc, the stronger the pride of Ak’Akarish will be unto her. She and her sisterdom don bright clothes, from bronze weapons glistening with jewels to bones covered in paint. Despite their bright and colorful attire, they are a deathly and unseen presence, skulking around with nary a sound. In the dark forest, they are the only color a man might see, but soon fear shall strike them in their hearts for the roaming sisterdom of An’Tika is nothing to be laughed at.

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Crak’Du, the Butcher of the Bloodied Sands is an Orc who joined the clan after hearing of their nature. Though he was originally a Braduk he has fully adopted the culture and he, and his clan or fellow uruks, wield weapons of bone, shapened by the Speaker of the Ak’Akarish. Crak’Du and his band of uruks wish for nothing more but the flesh of man,the blood of war and the death of all those who come into their way.

 

Most of their rank is bound in chains, used as hounds for their bloodlust is broken and permanent, typically fights break out inside their numbers wherein they will clash for hours, fueled by the bloodlust found inside of them. Crak’Du is merely the one who has so far been the hardest to murder and as such, he was chosen to lead.

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Akru’Nak-Ta is a frail being, capable of speaking the language of these cannibals. His origins is unknown and walks always with two of his closest advisors, whispers are all that is heard inside their presence and so far, they have been able to take blow after blow, attack after attack and never be felled. They are worshipped as avatars of the Ak’Akarish.

 

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Little is known of this being, bar from the fact that he is an expert warrior, it has been witnessed that he is an executioner of death, yet, something deep and dark stirs within him.

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The all consuming hunger of the Ak’Akarish, a warrior fighting in a near impenetrable suit of armor from which no blade survives. His stomach is said to hold so many remains, he can barely walk properly.



 

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Take note, soldiers, hunters and warriors of Rahtuma, followers of Ka’tau, the Gods themselves have decreed these people to be horrid, impure and isfetian. 

 

Tetu Has Decreed, their assault on our city must be answered in blood.

Kalthet Has Drecreed, Atemu-Ta must lead the soldiers into the battlefield.

Amaunet has decreed, their ways must end, it is unclean, unhealthy.

 

The people of Rahtuma shall march out to meet these impure beings, to bring Kopesh to flesh and cleave their filth from our pure lands.




 

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