Hell On Earth

[femurlord 2591]

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The atmosphere in the West of Braevos this evening brimmed with the exuberance of the Koyo-Kuni festival. Revelers admired elegant dresses, savored Chicken Katsu from the Grub Bucket, and engaged in spirited sumo challenges. Little did they anticipate the impending cataclysm that would shatter their merriment.

As the night unfolded, the eastern sky blazed with infernal fury, unleashing chaos upon the unsuspecting city. From the depths of Hell itself, an army emerged, plunging the village into a nightmarish battle between the living and the damned. At the heart of the conflict loomed the dread Gashadokuro, orchestrating the mayhem with sinister intent.

By dawn, the valiant efforts of the city's defenders had faltered, yielding to the relentless onslaught. Forced to retreat, the heroes left behind a cityscape reduced to smoldering ruins, overrun by grotesque horrors emerging from the ashes.

The once serene Cursed Forests now served as the domain of the Lich-King, his relentless siege marking the beginning of his reign of terror. With Sakuragakurai in ruins, the sinister ruler moved to fortify his newfound stronghold, casting a fiery pentacle over the land. 

A few scraps of flesh spread throughout the realm by some unknown means, carrying bloody chicken scratch which spoke an ominous warning, 

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“I… COME…”

 

[TheBigBubbles 717]

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CURSE YOU GASHADOKURO!!!!!

"Brother..." murmured an old Oyashiman, "Treading in the footsteps of Hahaoya are we?" she'd smile briefly, but it was quickly cut short "Curse you."

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The Rahmun Prince would stand watch over his city, awaiting his family's return. 

Then the smoke began to rise high above the trees. "No..." He dropped to his knees with tears soon in his eyes.

"No, not again..."

[Zevenity 63]

Panya-ha Luceran would spend another day doing her Panya things. She kicks her feet in the fountain of Rah'tuma when she notices Atum's attention is caught on smoke. She gives him a rather confused look before returning to kick her feet.

She is blissfully unaware of the events until later on that day. . . 

"Who the hell is Gashadokuro?" She says to Atemu.

[Boknice275 1225]

 

 

[!] The recently healed Atemu, who suffered injuries at the hand of Gashadokuro in his sacking of the Koyuni capital, casts his Hesthorian-blessed gaze towards the great site of maleific power. The Pharaoh contemplates the various matters facing the people of Koyuni as a whole. Even his own people, he thought, who had just escaped the fury of the Horde were now thrown into the infernal wrath of Gashadokuro. Had the Gods abandoned his people? Where was Hesthor, Kalthet, or Tetu? How would his wife, who was due to return from the wartorn Rah'mun homeland Kemet-taw, handle being thrown into an equally dangerous situation? Might the orcs, in their sheer hatred of his people, seek to exploit their relative vulnerability? Might the An-Gho return? These questions and more percolate in the minds of the Pharaoh.

 

The Pharaoh sought refuge in the depths of the Temple of Purity where the presence of Hesthor dwells. The Pharaoh assumed a Rah'mun prayer posture before the towering shrine of the Great Spirit of Purity, tied to the domains of Scorthuz, and looked into their teeming waters in the hope of discerning some great truth.

 

Atemu prayed and watched - the shrine shimmered with its normal power, and nothing extraordinary came to him. After a few hours within the presence of purity, the Pharaoh began remembering details from his past studies. Purity cleans what is good and restores it to its proper form. The Khnem, soul, was created with many principles in mind, and purity maintains them. Hesthor's waters are known to cleanse the rocks, soil, and dirt of even the foulest manifestations. What if the power of purity and the earth could be combined?

 

Keb. He thought. An image flashed in the Rah'mun's mind at this revelation, almost overtaking him.

 

 

Keb. That is who, the Pharaoh thought, he and his people must call upon. The Earth shall set things in order, and the Great River will purified anything which relents to the world order of Keb. The Pharaoh then rose from his feet, bowing to the shrine of Hesthor and then departing the temple, preparing several notes to write to people, including Bor of Hazum and other Rah'mun spiritualists. Rituals must be prepared to appease both Hesthor and Keb, for they both would serve their own role in the Rah'muns struggle against the Isfetian occupation of their country.

 

It was time for purity and the Earth to join in overwhelming force squelch Isfet - for good.

 

 

 

 

 

Hesthor and Keb

 

[The King Of The Moon 5278]

"Helun... Yto steta ax nor my laht."

A regal drow knelt before the portrait of a bygone Primarch. To paint and delusion he explained:

"LYE YX A'KAZAT!"