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The Day of Blood

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[Pictured above is an Artistic Interpretation of the battles with the Mictlan-Becuani (Underworld-Beast) and the Lycan Hordes]

 

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This lunar day, the Strength and Martial Glory of the Prides of the Remnant Kharajyr have been shown! This lunar day not one, but two great battles were fought by the powerful warriors of Pride Eittitica, Pride Xibalamticatl, and those between. First against the power of a mictlan-becuani, a beast of the underworld taking the shape of a titanic wurm. Contacted by the neutral exploratory party regarding the ruins of the desert, the Prides were drawn into resolving a great conflict between the Levanter and the Order over the origins of a destroyed caravan.

Yet even this troubling occurrence was not the end of the woes for the adventurers as, during negotiations, they were attacked! A beast, in the shape of a wurm of titanic proportions, emerged from the earth with thunderous calamity! No doubt the creation of some dark being (such as Xan), it struck against the noble Kharajyr, the honourable druii Theodred Kaeronin and their mercenary aids (Slith Cobbet, Leikn, Cesare Roa).

 

Yet even its mighty size and unfathomable strength, able to toss around an olog at will, were unable to defeat the Children of Metztli! Through blood they were raised, and through blood they would attain victory! They attacked the great monster, aided through the alchemical ability of their mercenary forces. Great warriors slashed and drew from the dark creature as potions of blasting rocked overhead, its bulk little more than a greater trophy to claim!


Even when the cowardly creation attempted to flee, there would be no respite. Too wounded to properly move, its life drained with it for every sacrifice and slash made in Metztli’s holy name, the Great Beasts of Khalenwyr guiding their mortal champions to defeat Her enemies. It died as it lived: Horribly. Nothing less than such a creature deserved.

 

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[A moment captured after victory, amidst the ruined body of the Mictlan-Becuani]

 

But this lunar day would not be finished. In the midst of their celebratory bug hunting, the Children of the Moon would be assailed by two different attacks! The dangerous plains and their bloodthirsty denizens appeared first in the form of Caravachorn hounds, attacking cub and warrior and priest alike. Then, amidst the destruction of these feral interlopers, a second pack of strange cuectlachtli (wolves) appeared.

Far larger than any seen before by the pride, and moving with unnatural coordination, many cubs earned their first scars. Aided through the arrival of a Warlord and a Strange Being, the Moonlit Ones again prevailed through blood and pain. Jaws were ripped open, heads removed, bodies reduced to weapons upon the animal’s own packmates. Throats taken and Kharajyr claws proved superior over such Lesser design, all in the name of the Fallen Goddess and her Remnant Children.

 

The natural world today attempted to break us.

 

In turn it was broken.

 

Metzli Nequitlanaquiltzi!

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We managed to luck into TWO ST events today, so I figured such a thing deserves a post! Big thanks to Mini and Fun for a great time each ^.^

 

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Rhak'Dom applauds the fighting spirit of the Kharajyr.

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Do'Tilipotonqui Eittitica finally sat down inside his cot, breathing a heavy sigh from a sore body. 

 

"Long day, eh? Well... this one is glad that none of all our Pride would died this day. Quema." he said as he read the missive. His tent now full of pelts and other items- each day growing faster as the Kha continued to plant their feet and mark the world. He'd begin to close his eyes to meditate, but slowly... fall asleep... and rest his tired body. 

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