Proclamation to all Kharajyr: The Fire is Born

[Hrokaz 631]

 

18th of Snow Maiden, 2nd Age 206th Year

November 6th, 2024

 

A Proclamation to all Kharajyr:

The Fire is Born

 

A Proclamation from Xo'Siyaj' K'ak' Xibalamtecatl

K’uhul Ajaw of the Kharajyr, He Who is Called 'Fire is Born,' Son of the Jaguar’s Skull, Born of the line of Xerdun

To all Kharajyr in exile, wanderers of foreign lands and keepers of the lost ways,

By the grace and vision of our Mother Metztli, whose memory burns eternally in our hearts, I, Siyaj’ K'ak', Ajaw and devoted servant of our people, summon all Kharajyr to return to the Vale of Nevaehlen, to the place we shall call our Yencuic Aztlan—the New Island, the sanctuary and stronghold for our people. Once scattered, like the stars in the night sky, we will now shine together, a constellation reborn under the guidance of our ancestors and the memory of our goddess. We are called to a new beginning, here under the banner of kinship and the will of our Mother, who watches over us even in her absence.

In a great ceremony soon to come, I will be crowned as K'uhul Ajaw, protector of all Kharajyr, and I extend my hand to every family, every clan, every Kharajyr who yearns to reclaim the strength, faith, and dignity of our people. Here in Nevaehlen, you will find a hearth lit, a safe haven of kin and kinship. Come as warriors, come as artists; come as priests and diplomats, farmers and scouts. Each of you has a place here, as we build a New Island for ourselves and the generations yet to come.

Let the Tigrasi warriors and artists return to make our new city a place of strength and beauty, the Pantera nobles and shadowpaws to share their wisdom and loyalty, the Leperda priests and diplomats to rekindle the spirit of our people, and the Cheetrah scouts and farmers to bring the bounty of the land. Each one of you is called, each one of you is needed.

By the grace of our ancestors, I proclaim that we, the Kharajyr, are no longer alone. We walk in the light of the great Teteo, those who have been given divine guidance by our Mother, and they will guide our steps and strengthen our spirits:

 

Teotl Rha’kir, who led our people through the death of our Mother, guiding them from shadow into salvation.

 

Teotl Keidha, who forged the path to a new land, establishing the hope of a second home with his dying breath.

 

Teotl Kabletli, who brought forth a vision from our goddess in his dreams, showing him the way back to our lost continent, that we might once more walk the sacred soil and return the Moon’s favor through holy pilgrimage.

 

Through the legacy of the Teteo and the memory of our great ancestors, like the Tlatlanni Xerdun, who in his self-sacrifice earned back our Mother’s favor, I call you all home. Let this be the era in which we reclaim our unity, our honor, and the blessing of our Mother Metztli. Though her form may be absent, her spirit guards us still, as our loving father in my person shall guard each one of you.

Come, my children, my people, my heart. Let us shape this new Aztlan in her name. Let us walk as one into the dawn of a new age, so that the Kharajyr may live as they were meant to—together, strong, and filled with the blessings of our goddess.

 

 

Xo’Siyaj’ K’ak’ Xibalamtecatl

K’uhul Ajaw of the Kharajyr

Son of the Jaguar’s Skull

Born of the Blood Moon

Descended from Empires

 

[Ches 70]

Do'Tilipotonqui reads the missive, sets it down and heads outside his cot. He roars proudly and far within the trees, and out to the sky. He welomes his new K'uhul Ajaw, as he also welcomes his late father's return from his voyage- eager to share him that he is now a grandfather. These times come quick for the Kharajyr and now, Tili couldn't be more joyful of what's to come.

 

[Lykos 276]

Shajiir had found a quiet place under the shade of the tree that had become the temporary shelter of the Kharajyr- A far cry from the pillars of stone, the temples of gold that had raised him. So far away from his family, his friends, his kingdom, his story... And his brother-beyond-blood. Before his time in the Fog, he'd carried Tla'Xerdun's body to the island's temple and saw him off after his passing- But here, now? He was a refugee, much like the rest of his people.

 

But as the strange black-furred Tigrasi sits upon the shore of a stream, the entire top half of his scarred, magically-marred form covered in the blood of a beast sacrificed for a hopeless chance at speaking to a long-dead goddess, one of the papers would find its way to him. Clutching his ever-cold and disquieting stone mask in one hand, the other would hold the missive, staining it in crimson in the process.

 

Shajiir's browline furrows low, and he looks ahead, to the horizon. A new future, perhaps? ... Even for one so heavily weighed upon by the past?

 

He'd need to meet this Xibalamtecatl, instead of straying around the sidelines of the Kharajyr's tree-camp muttering about 'ghosts in the fog', so it would seem.

[Periphonics 557]

 

Salted waves have already turned the elder Tigrasi's fur coarse and rough, his journey across the continental oceans spanning months to reach his kins homelands. The call of holy accord summons him away, and yet with the missive now put out his name will be etched into these new histories. Perhaps, for a while, Yhl'Kabletli will not be leading the Kharajyr, perhaps his place will change in the time his excretion takes place, but he remains certain in two things; His people shall be well cared for, and when he returns he shall bare a path forward for his kind.

"Metztli nequitlanequilztli inin cuepca. Nemaca tehuat tequixtiahuan, perta." 

Spoiler

"Metztli wills this journey. I give you my trust, brother"

The parting words between two Aelkos, they echo in his mind as the island of Khalenwyr rises into view over the seemingly endless horizon.

"Nehtocihuia occepa, ihcuilotic. Ma xipatinemi, perta, yepenti cuepca." 

Spoiler

"We will meet again, it is written. Farewell, brother, travel safely."

This day marks both the end and beginning of eras for the Kha, a time to blaze into history as a mighty force once more. With Metztli's shadow on his shoulder, and her guidance in his heart, the Aelkos of MIND directs his course to the island, to return with sacred knowledge granted out of divine duty...

 

 

Spoiler

OOC: Very based post, I cannot wait to see how our community grows even in my absence. This is a bright future I think

 

[DizzyGrey 1229]

So'Flaaowni looked over the missive impassively, the various shamanic implements across herself jangling as she tutted. "Kha'leoparda priests." She shakes her head, grumbling slightly. Still, she couldn't help the slight grin that crossed her face at the idea of a more unified Kharajyr people. Metztli and the Great Beasts would need followers in the coming days, and their followers would need them.

The Blood Moon had started something inexorable. Time, beneath their Muuna's domain, marched on. And with each passing second, they grew stronger.

Edited November 8, 2024 by DizzyGrey

[KeiLynx 68]

Sema'Keidha, in his now half-corporeal form, hears tell of these words. The words of a friend he once knew in life. 
Too long, perhaps, had he lingered in the shadows. Too long had he lurked just out of the sight of his fellow Kharajyr. Perhaps now was the time to reveal himself once more. These gathering Kharajyr would benefit from the wisdom he held. Wisdom from the past. And it was the duty of any Eittitica to educate the flock they lead. 

Besides... He had a grandson to meet...