The death of the Blood Queen: a petition for knowledge.

[Crunchiest_Leaf 1242]

 

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A pamphlet seems to be carried by a nearby street-rat - it drops it at your feet before scurrying off.
 

 

 

To the rulers and wise peoples of the surface —

I am Lord Nezukai Kikurage, Thirteenth Great Rat, Divine Protector of the Eternal Nest and all places beneath the earth.

You remember when your sun was taken…? Your sky went dark. Your crops died. Kingdoms fell. The Mori rise from below once more and walk your lands as they did once before.

Before they clawed their way to the surface to destroy your home, they first did so to the rats.

The underdark was the sacred home of Rat Clans. Tunnels were temples. The stone was memory. Mori came with blades and dark-magic. The war between the rat and mori was long… very brutal. Claw against shell. We fought in our own dark—still they pushed us out. They took our caverns and burrows, driving my ancestors to the surface, with their queen sitting upon the ruins on her throne.

She calls herself the Blood Queen.

Kiku calls her a thief of the underdark. And your elders knew her as a Thief of sun and land.

The ritual that blackened your sky was born in caves they stole from us. Power grows in the tunnels Kiku protects. If she still lives, shadow will come for your sun again, and your homes will be taken once more. This Kiku gives as a promise.

To take her head is Kiku’s sacred task, to free his ancestral home.

As the Thirteenth Great Rat, and radiant silver blade from the deep, Kikusama is bound by will of the First Great Rat, Doku-Doku. This is not simple revenge. This is a divine charge. Kiku is the protector of the deep. Protector of all underground places. When deep, the sacred rat home is threatened … Kiku must answer.

So Kiku asks you surface dwellers:

Send knowledge. Her true name. Where she hides. Who guards her. What weakens her. Old records, sealed histories, whispered rumors—anything that leads Kiku closer.

The surface and under-earth share the same enemy… understand this.

Aid Kiku… and the Blood Queen will be dragged into the light she has stolen from you once already.

 

— Lord Nezukai Kikurage
Thirteenth Great Rat
Protector of the Eternal Nest and all Deep Places
Radiant Silver Blade from The Shadows
Crimson Viper Samurai of Kurai Kuni.

 

 

 

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

“Yeah, **** those Mori they took tetsugawa,” Ena whispered to himself after his automaton reads the proclamation to him. Years of instilled victim complex and nationalism would not ease his rage until reparations and an apology were made as well as the Blood Queen’s head at a viewing ceremony dedicated to Lord Nezukai.

[ArgentEra 459]

A musin alchemist reads through the copy that had met his hands, feeling deep conflict in his heart.

 

He was no Nezukai, and while he had read some of their stories, the greater narrative eludes him still. Yet, as he read the Nezukai's Lord's words, he felt deep sorrow.

The ratiki from his people's histories truly must have been a different group than the ones written of here. They must be, for he refused to believe that Lord Kikurage would defend the honor of those that enslaved the musin all those years ago. 

As he sat in his lab, the sounds of his lumeferret's snores his only company, he wondered in hushed tones, "Seek your revenge as you must. But, if they too had run my ancestors' 'keepers' from the underdark, then I am glad for it, lest my people still be in chains. ... This said. ... We shall forever mourn Almaris, and I bear no loyalty to these 'Mori'."

He folded the parchment neatly, tucking it into the storage compartment of one of his automatons. He had larger battles to fight for now, people to see to safety. He would leave this battle to the Nezukai for now. 

[Slorbin 2932]

Slorbin mourns his ancestral lands, just as Nezukai does.

 

The underdark belongs to the rats…

 

 

 

…Though, anything can be bought and sold, for the right price…

[Navigator 4260]

Szorruil Xalyth, the Tribune, gleamed over the missive and, upon getting to the end, he neatly folded it and placed it upon the 'hatemail' pile.

"Perhaps next time don't have voidal earthquakes, a necrotic worm and descendants go down on our city and ravage it unprovoked, and maybe we won't conquer this continent either. . ."

[carawithcookies 145]

Blooma would read a copy of the proclamation and the Musin Dedicant would shake her head. "To answer injury with injury is to teach very little to the world." She took a few sips from her tea. "But yet the scar that has healed still remembers the blade, and thus the Mori cannot ever be fully trusted." 

[Ninjay 1184]

“Why is this RAT speaking ill of my beautiful QUEEN?!” Exclaimed one man upon reading the missive.

He wasn’t a Mori. In fact, he was a fully regular human. He just seemed delusional and mad, suffering from some simp-toms of Mori Obsessive Disorder, a pandemic that was beginning to sweep across the continent of Azuras.

[DISCOLIQUID 2701]

"How powerful, our Queen, that in my everlasting adulation,"

a chitinous hand claws a brand 'round the grey neck of Phithali,

"I doubt she might need any hands in her defense."

 

"Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch!"

[NinjaQueen 74]

The young Musin would look over the Missive, not being able to read she merely stares at it totally oblivious to what it meant, a mischievous look creeps into her beady eyes, suddenly she placed the parchment on the stone floor infront of her, taking out a pair of scissors, some slime, and a quill with ink.

snip—snip—snip

she hums as she works, ears drooping over her eyes.

Once she was done she stood before her masterpiece, paws resting on her hips.

She nodded with approval, ears perking up in excitement—

 

 

She then took the parchment off the floor and scurried away down the halls of Urguan.

Edited February 26 by NinjaQueen