[Player Event] A New Sorcerous Claim of Power

[Minuvas 3193]

 

The sound of thudding feet, echo’d within the yurt as the voices of many shouted ,

“Hohk-mat!……. Hohk-mat!......Hohk-mat!”

After some time, a man with thick curly grey hair and beard lifted his hand. As he silenced the group, he furrowed his brow - thick with the lines of the sun before demanding of the crowd “What is this? What foolishness do you young ones have, knowing nothing, seeing nothing, earning nothing?” He said, taking a long draw of smoke from a hookah, blowing smoke at them in disdain.

“I come to take what is mine” said one amongst many, stepping forth, with shamshir in hand.

The other Elders laughed before one flicked a wrist at the warrior  saying“You have no right, whelp….and you have no claim here. Escort this rabble out”

Two men at the door, reached for their shamshir blades behind their back, the distinct sound of hissing steel as the curved blades emerged from their sheathes. As they took two steps towards the men, they began to clench at their hearts, before collapsing to the ground, spasming on the floor.

The Elders now rose, pointing at the man “What is this!? Apostasy!?”

The young warrior thudded his foot towards them, defiantly stating “No! I am Hakad! I take what is mine, and earn what I take. I have earned my voice to speak, and you will hear me! Do any challenge my claim!?” He snarled, like a feral animal, his teeth bare as he looked about the room. Again the young tribesmen in the room began to thud their hands against their chest, pounding their fists, joining in a cacophony in support of the warrior

“Hohk….mat!....Hohk…..mat!.......Hohk…..mat!” The sound became louder and louder.
 

The Elders unable to deny his claim cast fingers towards him “Silence this riot! The Mage-Lords are not ready, the sorcerers are a shadow of themselves. They cannot claim the tribe!”

He confidently said“A sign has been sent, that we might exact justice on those of the wicked Church of Canon for their breaking of oaths to our Lords” The warrior lifted his own sabre, silencing the whole room, having now gained the full attention from even those who were merely indulging in drinks and sweets. All heads did swivel to hear the man’s words “Razad’s Yisar has been seen in the Godsrend. It attacks the tribe, it tests us. It demands Kaggath”

The Elders now look between themselves, the news clearly having stunned them “How can you be so sure it is Razad’s beast?”

The Sanfi Warrior was undeterred by doubt, saying with confidence“The beast demands Kaggath, it has been hunting only the Hakad. It is imprinted with its Master’s ways - it is probing us for strength, as the Fatebinder taught it. You say the Mage-Lords are not ready, but what if one is? What if there is one ready to lead the tribe, in our greater war for freedom.”

The Elders looked amongst each other once more, as they each sipped on the hookah. The smokey spiced smell filled the room, each in deep thought before the clan elder said “Enough, youngling. You have said your peace and earned your right to speak it. Leave us to think, before we find your boasts a sign of defiance” The young warrior did then depart with the other Sanfi, offering the elders a formal bow, and began waiting by the campsite fire outside the yurt.

Within the yurt, the sound of shouting, the clashing of steel, duels and debate occurred for hours. Finally, an elder emerges. He is different from the one from earlier, but the tattoos of the clan chief had been etched on his face. His turban and silken robes were coated lightly in blood, and as he steps out into the open the old clan leader is seen lifeless, carried respectfully from the yurt.

Finally, he speaks, addressing the young warrior “Send out the message to any Magi who thinks they might claim their worth. They must kill Razad’s Yissar in ritual Kaggath, and bring its head as proof. Then…and only then….shall the tribe follow their command”

The Hakad tribesmen howled, hooted, and jeered. They shouted into the night, the Godsrend Canyon echo’d the sound off its walls. 

 

“Hohk-mat!......Hohk-mat!.....Hohk-mat!” 

 

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OOC: This is a player event. It uses the Yisar Lore, and it will involve CRP. It is primarily for a mage player, but am also open to bringing in NPC actors if you want to support it (You'd likely play a Hakad tribesmen). If you’re interested, please DM me at Minuvas on discord. There is most certainly going to be follow-on RP from any actions. 

 

Edit 1: Please also leave an RP comment below if interested. There was more interest than I anticipated and I need to organize appropriately. 

 

[xo31 3979]

Arthur made his interest known. Rainbow arcana was used to send his challenge within.

[Cheese 8874]

2 hours ago, xo31 said:

Arthur made his interest known. Rainbow arcana was used to send his challenge within.

"Can you RSVP for me too?" Juniper asked. "Your mana looks cooler than mine."

[Morigung-oog 5697]

Word was quick to reach the informants of the fallen Magister of Paradox, delivered to her latest residence by a servant on a silver platter.  Her nose wrinkled in faint disdain that was promptly overcome by a resounding wave of disinterest. The time had long since passed where she'd rally for the cause of Magi; her trust had been betrayed too many times.

 

"Those truly worthy need not invest their efforts into the tasks of lessers.. I need only raise my blade if the Magi prove themselves utterly incompetent. Let Hohkmat rest in piece. The dead horse isn't just beaten, it's been reduced to a bloody pulp."

[StingyParrot 1595]

The aging former Vizier of Earth sent his seal - an inverted triangle cracked by symmetrical lightning - to the tribesmen.