CANONISM | Destruction of Hohkmat

[Werew0lf 24180]

 

Hohkmat in its previous state, unridden of damage.

 

The city-state of Hokhmat had been evacuated prior to its passing over, the foretelling warnings of doomsday ripping through the air, static with voidal energies swirling across different magical ointments and machinery. 

 

St. Raguel, the Aengul of Justice flew above the academy's skyline, flocking with other angels and lesser-spirits of GOD. And then Justice had spoken:

 

“Here me, here me,

 

The uncultivated spawn of Iblees, known thereof Hohkmat, have partaken in savage principles. They act as the first of Man, neanderthal, scampering to self-immolate, so that they can selfishly claim waste to their own kingdom.

 

It is too late, unfortunately. Your souls have already been condemned to the Void, and you have already enlisted, willingly, into the folds of the Deceivers’ malicious army.

 

And unlike Aaun, wherein they were given the mercy of a soothing fiery sluice, so that they could rebuild from the ashes of their former territory. I will be giving Hokhmat none of this mercy.

 

This will not only be justice.

 

T H I S

 

W I L L

 

 B E

 

W R A T H!

 

 

St. Raguel flying before the absolute destruction of Hohkmat.

 

 

 

 

In the end, the city is riddled in destruction, broken into pieces, shattered from its mounds and monuments, melted in places unfettered, consumed by swathes of fire and heat that surpassed that of Aaun. When Man had asked for warmth, it was only given the brute wrath of GOD. 
 

“You have called me deceiver, and to this I say, an acceptable but sycophantic observation. I do not have time to entertain the mortal vice of Man; it is the compunction of the faithful that leads to this breeding of doubt. 

 

This will be my once stance, as I understand Man was born as the chosen, and by the grace of GOD, free of choice and will, thought and mind. 

 

Janus is a traitor and fallen aengul who succumbed to the dregs of Iblees and his plan, and his machinations - he lacks cognisance, an unintelligent aspect of creation. And to this, I would not fall in the piety of his court, nor stand in the presence of scum. This is why he is dead, slain, and will be hung in history as equivalence to failure. And he was not failed only by himself, but by the wretch who know themselves as Paladins, self-serving magi tapping into godly powers for their own self-centred use, so tersely incompetent to save their people.

 

You have looked upon the Scroll of Auspice, and read of the daemon Belphegor, known also as Vargengotz, and that his messengers, deceivers all, came in the form of Justice, Glory, and Reward.

 

I know of the Auspice, as I know of the Scrolls, and still, I came to you as Justice, bathed in fire, in the image of the one known as a deceiver. And if I was a deceiver, knowing of this fact, would I not come before you as Hope, swimming in water? I did not, for as a messenger of the Lord GOD, I am true to his design, and I am Justice, and I will continue to be, until the end of days. And if I was a deceiver, I would have researched, and knew this fact.

 

In the end, doubt is a fuel conquered by Iblees, and it will be the downfall of Man. Therein will be parchment after parchment of my falsity, but this will not overrule by goal: to see to the will of our most Omnipotent, most Omnibenevolent, and most Omniscient lord GOD, king of the Heavens and all that is. 

 

Lurin is next.”

 

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can use this for the public bashing post if u want

 

merry canonism 

 

also i melted a cactus in hohkmat owned by 'sarah' if it was ur cactus im sorry

 

[Suzzie 866]

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also i melted a cactus in hohkmat owned by 'sarah' if it was ur cactus im sorry

 

[Holyland 3650]

"K’urtkheuli iq’os Absolut’i."

 

The Penitent Avagis smiles, his chains his own.

 

"The Second of the Miracles of the Absolute."

[marikandaperc 1817]

An enlightened elfess saw the truth unveil before her eyes as she shook and convulsed. "AND THEN, on the ninth day, Saint Raguel did descend upon THE HOLY SEE, this time there was no wrath nor flame, only joy and peace. He gazed upon the Pontiff, with the world aflame, and to him he said; Callahan, you are my prophet, and from my flame you shall build Our church. 

 

ALL AROUND, the continent burnt and wept; for they had been met WITH THE FLAMEFUL WRATH OF GOD. Only the Holy See remained, light amidst the divine conflagration"

 

 

[Morigung-oog 5697]

A pale elf stood before the ruins of Hohkmat, quite satisfied with the damage caused.

[ToodIes 1575]

Someone far away looks over the architectural plans for a revitalized Academy of Hohkmat; what would have happened, had this world valued builders and scholars as it does soldiers and fire.

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[sam33497 7356]

18 minutes ago, ToodIes said:

Someone far away looks over the architectural plans for a revitalized Academy of Hohkmat; what would have happened, had this world valued builders and scholars as it does soldiers and fire.

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lanre cerusil laughs at faeryel even though he doesnt hate her but this is a little funny

[Boknice275 1588]

[!] An old, pious cloaked knight grips the reins of his steed as it stops just a short distance away from Hohkmat. The smoke and embers of the Hohkmati ruins coat the skies a sickly black, a sign of the wrath of the Pretender. Ser Philip stares at the desecrated sight with a certain solemn reminiscience. He had no love for the ways of the Hohkmati, but their demise simply fuelled the notion that Raguel is the true light-bringer. That worried Philip.

 

"It will not be an external foe that endangers the people of GOD; It will be our own wilingness to look beyond dogma and towards GOD's truth." Philip said as he grasps the reins of his steed and directed it northward. "We must pray for what is to come." And with that, the knight galloped off into the night, in exile.

[Hodgehog 85]

A passing farfolk man looked up towards the city in horror. Acrid smoke snaked its way into his lungs, his eyes stung as heat emanated from the city. Looking up into the sky, white figures danced and cavorted as they brought ruin to the Academy below.

 

He trekked across the mountainside, hoping to avoid the notice of that heavenly host. There, he heard it. The sounds of crying from the city, barely noticeable over the crackling flames. The crying of a baby.

 

Shaking his head, he pulled himself up onto the stone walkway. His hands burned as molten rock oozed across the cobbles. With a leap across the fractured ruins of the city, he made his way into a collapsed house - the ceiling fallen through.

 

There, by a miracle, lay the source of the cries. A kha’tigrasi babe. Its face was half-burnt, its fur scorched by the licking flames - but alive. Ignoring the smell of his own burning skin, the man reached down, lifting the abandoned kha baby. His lungs screamed for air as flames coursed over his body. A beam collapsed ahead, sending embers spiraling through the air. He winced as they rained down, burning into his flesh. The babes cries grew louder. Gritting his teeth, he leapt across the fallen beam and sprinted out of the city.

 

Jumping onto his horse, the man spurred it forward with all his might, sending it racing toward Numenost. As he fled, out of the corner of his eye he would see it. A presence watching him. High in the sky, a robed creature hovered, its gaze burning with contempt at his defiance.

 

[OOC Note: If anyone would like to play the abandoned baby - Send me a message!]

[The Black Lubba 563]

A past Silver Lubba eyed the last three words of the holy missive. A wide grin spread across her face. Bemused, joyful even at the prospect of that accursed nation’s downfall. 

[Lord_of_losers 1546]

Canondom looked upon the events of Winburgh as a communal sin; of Canonists, and of Magi. They said that no such act should ever come to pass again. Because to gather a throng of magi, protected by an army, to then perform a collective act to level a single keep, was far too much power for mortal hands...

 

Yet here they were now with a weapon of mass destruction parading itself as an Aengul.

It does the trick far better, and with much more ease than a gathering of magi.

Sarah could make much commentary on this; of power, hubris, followed by many scathing remarks.

But the thing that really pissed her off was that they burned her god-damned cactus.

 

She knew that Hohkmat would fall. It was inevitable.

But Sarah had hoped that in their wickedness and depravity, her cactus would be spared.

 

Bastards.

[H 820]

Back when he'd called Hohkmat home, they'd been a martial culture. They'd been warriors.

Ayche's expression is stony when he receives the news. His feelings about it are mixed - he's had decades already to come to terms with the fact that Hohkmat was no longer his home. That it had changed into something more... civil. More stable. Less exciting. But this is the way of the world - all things fall with time. It isn't the first time he's lost a home, or the tenth.

He glances at the statue of himself he'd stolen from the city several years prior - it sits in the basement now. He uses it as a coat rack.

Then he continues strapping on his armor. There are always new battles to fight.
 

[Fleeperpriest 1484]

4 hours ago, Lord_of_losers said:

Canondom looked upon the events of Winburgh as a communal sin; of Canonists, and of Magi. They said that no such act should ever come to pass again. Because to gather a throng of magi, protected by an army, to then perform a collective act to level a single keep, was far too much power for mortal hands...

 

Yet here they were now with a weapon of mass destruction parading itself as an Aengul.

It does the trick far better, and with much more ease than a gathering of magi.

Sarah could make much commentary on this; of power, hubris, followed by many scathing remarks.

But the thing that really pissed her off was that they burned her god-damned cactus.

 

She knew that Hohkmat would fall. It was inevitable.

But Sarah had hoped that in their wickedness and depravity, her cactus would be spared.

 

Bastards.

 

 

Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure,

Like doth quit like, and measure still for measure.

 

Canondom looked upon the events of Winburgh as a communal sin; of Canonists, and of Magi. They said that no such act should ever come to pass again. Because to gather a throng of magi, protected by an army, to then perform a collective act to level a single keep, was far too much power for mortal hands...

 

So here we are now with a weapon of mass destruction, a parading Aengul of the Lord.

He does the trick far better, and with much more ease than a gathering of magi. But then they were due to pay for more than a single city alone, it was only appropriate.

Callahan could make much commentary on this; of Spirit, justice, followed by many scathing remarks. But it was less necessary now, he had said those things, written those tracts.

Though thing that really pissed him off was that they burned his god-damned goat.

 

He knew that Winburgh would fall. It was inevitable. They could not answer to each and every sin, every crime, every murder, though they tried. For that they tried, Mercy was with them, and the world was theirs today. The same could not be said for those who has set upon them.

Despite this Callahan had hoped that in their wickedness and depravity, his temple goat would be spared.

 

Bastards.

[tezzaract 191]

"Nothin' about t'is is holy," a young Hohkmati woman utters to herself, bearing witness to the destruction of the only home she'd ever known.

 

Just as well they'd had the foresight to salvage the books.

[PrimnyaQuorum 3999]

 

 

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A lone elf wanders past the ruined city of the Magi - and Lo', witnesses a miracle by the hand of GOD!

The work of the Anguel undone, as what brimstone and hellfires that had drowned the magical city are gone - restored to its former, if not empty, state. 

It as if GOD itself has struck away the actions of it's foul-intended servant. Surely, a Divine Anguel would not dare go against the will of GOD and once more commence ruin.

Right?

 

 

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