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"This is Sukuna's prescence, what the hell is going on Kurai-Kuni?!" The Kurai-Kuni incident, Part 1

Lying in the clinic, days passed before the report reached So’Tlacuhenemi’s bedside. He read it in silence. A smile crossed his face at the words written, of survival. The parchment trembled slightly in his claws. Tears left his eyes as his ears flickered back, the sounds of the beetles eating him alive kept him up for the many nights that followed.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖. The Progressive Studies Exchange ⋆｡༄⋆˚⊹ (PSE) ⊹ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ⊹ ۪ ﾟ｡⋆☾ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ｡⊹ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ The PSE is a club within The Mage’s Guild that exists as a student-led academic forum dedicated to the study of customs, social structures, philosophies and lived traditions across the many cultures represented within the student body. Its purpose is to give club members an informed insight on the differences of lived experience as well as a place to meet peers of similar studies outside of the club. Hosted frequently outside of class curriculum,- it is not just a break from studies. Rather, the club's true aim is to prepare members for cooperation beyond the campus, where cultural literacy is as vital as academic study The club emphasizes exchange over instruction, a break from lessons and learning more about one’s personal experience. Questions are thoughtfully asked and beliefs are respected with an open-mind (no pushing religion, practices, food choices- etc., on to one another). The club hopes to help students examine how similar or clashing cultures adapt or evolve through shared academic spaces. Students are not only free to join but are happily encouraged to lead discussions. They can do so by talking or writing to the “Moderator of Misunderstandings (MOM)”, So’Tlacuhenemi, First-Year Transfigurationist, or the respective club’s lead members. Club members are not limited to a pure discussion. Instead, they may: showcase a sport their nation plays, hands-on workshop of crafts, cooking sessions, traditional game nights, showcase their music- the possibilities are endless. Also, the club encourages faculty who are free from grading to also showcase their personal experience with culture. If you are interested in joining this club or wish to join the body of it, please write to the Moderator of Misunderstandings (MOM), So’Tlacuhenemi. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━★ . *･｡ﾟ✧⁺ For the body of the group, the roles are: Director of Oddities & Gestures (DOG) Keeps record of unique cultural practices and strange greetings from around the world Emissary of Global Games (EGG) 　 Helps organize sports and playful competition 　　　 Facilitator of Rituals and Notable Knowledge (FRANK) Assist in sharing myths and stories, as well as oversees demonstrations of traditional ceremonies Bearer of Aromatic Nourishments and National Appetizers (BANANA) Hosts cooking, baking, and other food related sessions.

Invitation to the Quarter Moon Festival! ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ [!] This letter would arrive in the mail of citizens in Illivira, Jun Lei, Vale of Nevaehalen, The Watcher’s Roost, Musin, and to the remnant Hou-Zi. Niltze! Please join the Kharajyr in celebration of the Quarter Moon Festival! Amongst the Kharajyr, this festival of celebration is held at the end of each trimester to honor the cycles of time, the blessing of our late Metztli, and enduring unity of our community! On this day, please come in your finest clothes and jewelry. This festival will have food stalls, carpet/tent shops, buckets of face-paint and a Tlachtli court! It is customary during this festival to receive a face-paint of the moon you were born under, to honor the tradition we Kharajyr follow from our late Moon Mother. We sincerely ask the newly opened Vailu Valmiran to let your students come and showcase their music! We offer these great prodgies a paid-per-performance of their skills with a small stage to play from. Give this festival the pleasure of your bard magic! With the abundance of invites, we ask for help from your nations to select representatives to come share your nation’s culture on their behalf. We will place a carpet/tent for them and they will be given free access to concessions, along with a paid wage for their help! Also, please select four citizens to represent your nation for the Tlachtli Tournament! The winner of this Tournament will receive a mina prize pool and niche crafted items from the Kharajyr, along with free access to the concessions. And, they will be blessed with our High Priestess, which is seen to offer good luck in the next quarter of the year! Please join us on the elven day, April 21st at 6PM EST as we start the festival, which will last roughly two-three days (9-10PM EST!). We are eager to enjoy this festival with our perta and can’t wait for it to come! P.S. It is customary for the Kharajyr to bring gifts to our K’uhul Ajaw and High Priestess in this festival, to reward them for their leadership within the quarter. Do not feel or think this is an obligation! Signed by Yhl’Tilipotonqui Eittitica Aelkos of Mind

The Quarter Moon Festival! ╔═══════•●•════════╗ 🌕🌗🌑🌓🌕 ╚═══════•●•═══════╝ Every three months, in elven time, the Kharajyr gather and celebrate all that happened in the quarter with a festival- the Quarter Moon festival. A joyous celebration for all the ages, it brings the Kharajyr together to honor the moon cycles, as they represent: life, death, seasons, time, and many more. They celebrate their late goddess, Metzli, and even in her death- call for her blessings. It symbolizes the unity of the Kharajyr and their perseverance to endure even the absence of their goddess, with their reconnection with the Great Breasts being a testament as proof. The festival is held over an entire elven day, where many Kharajyr have worked the days prior to set-up the city in prepartion. Food stalls, pop-up shops, huts for storytelling, face paint and many more. Throughout the festival, many Kharajyr are known to bring gifts to their K’uhul Ajaw and High Priestess, as a celebration to them as leaders. The High Priestess will purify these gifts and send them off to Khalenwyr. And, finally, towards the end of the festival, a great Tlachtli ball game is held amongst the many prides to earn the Great Beasts & Metzli’s blessings. The Kharajyr and even visitors come wearing their finest clothing, adorning themselves with moonstone jewelry as they prepare for a grand social event. Some Kharajyr, especially cubs, tend to paint their faces of the moon phase in which they were born under! Then they walk the city with the sounds of drums, cha-cha’s, and many other instruments flooding the streets. The food stalls carry many rich dishes of the Kharajyr. Tea, Coffee, Tacos, Empanadas, Tamales, Arepas- The pop-up shops may hold Kharajyr crafted jewelry, fine clothing, pelts, special ingredients and also many more! There are carpets and huts for elders to tell their stories, as well as many paint buckets along the way. And the entire evening leads up to the final event of the night... The Ball Game. ╔═══════•●•════════╗ ╚═══════•●•═══════╝ Each pride will send four competitors to compete in Tlachtli, one of the Kharajyr’s oldest traditions. A grand prize will be given to the winners alongside a blessing from the High Priestess or their students from the Great Beasts and Metzli. It is well known that the winner of this tournament will have great luck in the coming semester, so each tribe competes valiantly to secure their blessing for themselves! The Quarter Moon Festival is a testament to the perseverance of the Kharajyr and stands as a symbol of unity. They reaffirm their bond with their traditions, nature, their ancestors and most importantly- one another. Held every three elven months, this festival is always one to look forward too! ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ The Pride of the Kharajyr, The Champion of Khalenwyr, bound by the mortal heart and spirit blade. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ Yhl'Tilipotonqui carried the massive skull of Braugmaw the Olog inside the Kharajyr tree. He huffed the effort as he sat it down, then turned towards the altar. He rinsed his hands off as he stared up at the banners of the Moon's phases, before washing his face. He took his armor off, then turned with a stern look as he eyed skull with a glare that only esteemed veteran warriors could ever have. A glare that pierced like a blade, stripping away pretense and pride all to those select few champions. That glare behind the helm, a haunting reminder of one solemnly pure fact: The Earth beneath us will drink its fill of blood before the day is done. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ Yhl'Tilipotonqui prepped the shamanic ritual for his spirit walk to finally pact with Collocuectli, who gave him two tasks prior: "You will dedicate your entire blood-line to my name and you will dedicate that skull the pride slain to me, Collocuectli." Having done both of these, Yhl'Tili gave one final look before he opened his bag. Inside was five grams of magic mushrooms, picked from the Desert Sands, known as Desert Mirage. He broke and crushed it up, to eat it quicker, and then took his robes and rolled them down so they didn't get soaked in sweat. Then, he laid down and took a separate tunic out to wrap his face into total darkness. He laid his head back and closed his eyes as his mana began to infuse over himself. He began to hum a nursery rhyme, one he read in a book, as his trip to the spirit realm commenced... ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ PHHHHHOOOOOOSH-zing-BOP! Yhl'Tili awakened as he sat his eyes on the spiritual realms. A black canvas with endless portals dazzling like stars. He peered over his spiritual form- turbulent tides of waves forming his being. Crashing over another, the conflict and turbulence, the calmness and stillness - the ever-changing and adaptability of warriors. Yhl'Tili has been in this realm many times, so he flew with ease towards the portal that called to all his kin's hearts- the island of Khalenwyr. It was the brightest star to him, and a smile would always adorn his face as he went straight through it. He landed onto the coast, as birds and spirits alike hum through the opening into the jungle. The trees stretched high as he stared on. Turning around, waves would crash with their peaceful sound against one another. The tide rolled up onto the sands, then down again. He looked back towards the jungle and began his trek at a slow-pace, for he was in no rush to meet this colossal beast. Yhl'Tili tracked the way, looking to claw marks, broken branches and leaves as he continued on. Like all things in life- everything needs water. So, Yhl'Tili trekked to the nearest body of water that he and Yhl'Flaaowni once found the mighty Collocuectli drinking from. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ Sure enough, as he came upon that lake did he see Collocuectli. The massive beast, his size, blocked out the sun as his scorpion tale hung over it- an eternal symbol of a moon's crescent. His horns stood tall, as his body shimmered with plates of gold and chitin. "Collocuectli" Yhl'Tilipotonqui said loudly in an affirmative tone as he declared his presence. Collocuectli looked up, his large maw and killer eyes into Yhl'Tili as he rose up. And, of course, the sun was blocked out. Collocuectli spoke to him in pure Kharahatla "Have you done what I asked?" "Yes, I have dedicated our hunt to Braugmaw to you" The beast stared at Yhl'Tili with that previous gaze described of a warrior. Yhl'Tili did not flinch or move, and matched that gaze back to Collocuectli. "Good...good young warrior of mine" Collocuectli recognized Yhl'Tili's effort. Yhl'Tili stood there before asking, "Great Collocuectli, the spirit of ambition and strength, I call upon you. My spear has torn through enemies, and my roars have echoed in your name. I seek your blessing to walk the path of the shaman as your champion, to honor you with every victory and spill my lifeblood in your name." Collocuectli face sneered "You dare to ask a favor so boldly?", he said as his voice echoed and vertebrated, penetrating the canopies as the leaves and water rippled. "I have prepared myself and done your tasks." Yhl'Tili stood tall and didn't stutter, nor a blink escaped his eye. "My spirit and my line will become a conduit of your will." Collocuectli wrestled with his thoughts as he stared onto Yhl'Tili. He lunged at him- but Yhl'Tili didn't flinch. Collocuetli brought his face down directly infront of Yhl'Tili and opened his maw. It was sizes bigger than any Olog, especially that of the 20-ft Braugmaw. "RRRRRRAAAHHHH", he roared- but again, Yhl'Tili didn't bulge. His gaze was fixed as he was focused on earning this pact. Collocuetli backed off and stared at Yhl'Tili with a raised brow, "Very well..." he said. "Then rise, Yhl'Tilipotonqui, my champion and fang in the Mortal World. With every foe you fell, honor me. With every prayer you utter, bind yourself closer to me will. I gift you to feel the rhythm of blood and fury, a warrior's delight. But remember only thing at all... to break this pact is to invite my wrath, and I will devour your spirit whole." Yhl'Tilipotonqui looked at Collocuectli before nodding, then hung his head "Yes Collocuectli!" Collocuectli rose his mighty paw over Yhl'Tili and pressed it firmly onto him. Yhl'Tili's spirit warped and wrapped around as the waters grew darker. Yh'Tilipotonqui looked up, "I accept this pact. Let my life be a testament to your glory" "Go forth, warrior-shaman. Let me become amused as I watch over you..." ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ Yh'Tilipotonqui woke up drenched in sweat as he took the tunic of his head. He was about to be happy... until he broke into a catatonic state and fell limp and motionless. A dumb grin would leave on his face as he pacted with Collocuectli, the spirit of ambition and strength.

MC Username: ChesGod Character Name: Big Al Character Age: est. 50 Profession (If applicable): Bard, Llama Caretaker Would you like help finding a profession if you do not have one?: If Needed! Do you have a burrow within the village?: Yes!

14th of The Grand Harvest, Year 217 of the SA. 01/25/2025 Two missive's would be hung up inside the Vale of Nevaehlen. One by the Kha Tree and the other in the main city's center tree. The writing was in Kharahatla and it seemed to be written by either a kid or someone whose hand was broken, or just terribly written. Either or, the calligraphy was almost impossible to read: “Sa’vi! Nenochipa neaciz Nevaehlen auh nenochipa nexitlamatiz cenca temamauhti ittaz nopan metaquaperta. Yexitlamati yehmomaquixtillia auh yehnetntl. Yehuan cuicoa auh natza, yolpepena- amo cenca! Netlatani cenca Kharajyr machtia yehuan in quenin nehchicahua auh machtia yehuan teica yenochipa tlacamati nehuan! Nehuan tlanequilitzl icali acht yehuan auh nochipa yehitta and yehuan tlanequilitzl yehuantillia! Teotlac nehuan tlanequilitzl nehitqui netntl auh mictia acht Metzli! Auh nehuan yauh oni atolli!" After finally getting through quite possibly one of the worst missive's to read, those who spoke Kharahtla understood the overall message: Acatletl wishes to hold a sparring session for the Kha and citizens of the Vale in the stone courtyard, and wishes to share a drink at their tavern afterwards! -Acatletl'inon Ziquehicpa'ilatl "The fire sun that fell from the sky" Monday, 7PM EST, 1/27/2025!

In the morning... Tili spoke no words as he walked through the Vale. The citizens knew what happened that fateful night, as one could imagine Okar would have been there to have known as well, standing amongst the citizens. Tili called his horse and rode to Jun Lei. He didn't ride fast, he treasured what peaceful sounds of nature and birds sung, and warmth and freedom of the open lands- because every other quiet moment was filled the blasting potion sound and Celadon's scream, the dark ridge and cold esscence. Flesh and bone flying, the cool dark ambience of the Rangers and Dreadknight. He still felt Okar's limp body through the reins of the horse, as he roped Okar's body down, then carried them outside the cave. Upon his arrival, he gave his nods to Xil and others as he met Okar's grave. He stared at it, as if Okar was staring up at him while he carried him out Hacksaw's Ridge. Tili always wished to speak with Okar more, but never did try as he believed they'd have more time in the future. He bit his tongue as he thought that- he has no more time. There won't be another time seeing Okar across a bench in Jun Lei. There won't be another time seeing Okar admist the faces walking around the Vale. The only time you will see Okar now- is in his grave in Jun Lei. "Yauh auh omaca yehuan, Okar. Tlpana... amo- Citialin inon ilhuicatl, aquin huetzi tlalli." Tili made no effort to translate as his ears still rang, and every moment kept playing through his head, He gave a warm smile to everyone, gave hugs to those whose eyes conveyed they needed them, and after spending sometime hearing stories of Okar... only then... did he begin to ride back home...

Do'Tilipotonqui Eittitica read the missive and laughed out loud as he met eyes with Xo'Siyaj K'ak and his kin. "Another angry, bald canonist writes poetry because their people didn't show up to church!" he snickered as he hung the missive up in the tree for all of their kin to stare at. "Though, this Kha he speaks of is not one of ours... shame, if they are still mad at these ones, then they must have wished they were the receiver of it, eh?" he jested again before he walked off to continue his daily routine, walking around Aevos.

Do'Tilipotonqui Eittitica would have had spent another simple, happy, relaxed day- until he was given his letter. He looked down upon it and saw who had sent it- and was immediately filled with anxiety and worry of what his father shared. He quickly, infront of whoever, opened it infront of the campfire and began to read it. He wouldn't get even past the second sentence before knowing what this letter may entail. Tears would fall from his face as he read on. He chuckled at his father comments of his romance, shaking his head with a laugh. After he finished reading it, he folded it quickly and put his head into his hands- to try to stop his sorrow. He wiped his face as he looked into the sky, his maw and fur dampen with his tears. This letter did infact tell him his father was still alive out there... but it also conveyed they would not return, and Tili would not lay his father to rest himself. His heart ached in pain as he continued to grief. "Nehuanmonequiltia Patta. Nehuantlanequiliztli itta tehuan inin neteci yoliliz. Metzli nequitlanequilztli. Nehuantlanequilitztliz ca auh Achcauhtli in yuh Tehuan act Eittitcan auh yehuan. Mul'ta...Patta..." He breathed out a sigh and wiped his tears as he then looked onto the flames within the fire. After this night he will be made into a new man, and he will welcome its mystery openly- as his late father did to break their own trauma cycles. OOC:

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.

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES AND HOW TO SPELL YES AGAIN? YES!!

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.

Do'Tilipotonqui laid on a branch in a tree, massaging his bandaged side as he read the missive. "If Tili knew about what they were tracking sooner... he might have asked for more even..." He smirked, happy they were able to bring the giant Olog down. He set eyes onto the sky, knowing he must soon provide another hunt for the tribe.

Big Al tightens the reigns on the Llama's. "Okay..." he licks his thumb as he turns open a book. He takes his quill and jots down each Llama in attendance as he walks up and down the line. "Barreh, Larreh, Terreh, Fairieh, Marieh, Phil, Carrieh, Praireh, Meri'eh wit' an E'...." He double checks the bags and chests each one of them carry, making sure each resident's recorded belongings are inside. Those Llama's that are helping pull carriages are also checked, with their bountiful supplies of food, drinks, ale, clothes. Al' closes his book shut and places both arms to his side, he nods "Alright'y t'en", he smiled. He pulls himself ontop of a carriage, pulls out his guitar and imbues it with his mana. An orange, golden hue flowed from his fingers and bathed over the guitar. He looked on at the Llama's gathered as everyone was ready to leave, then shouted to this Llama pack: "Westward!", as he began strumming his strings and played off in the distant, with his Llama band.

MC Name: ChesGod RP Name: Si'Tilipotonqui Persona ID: 82335

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Name: Alculf Hopesinger Race(Only one t'is valid unless ye are a known adventurer): Halflin' Who ye vote for Sheriff?: Mimosa Who ye vote for Mayor?: Rosebud Anything else t'ae add?: dam' Musin runnin' for Sheriff- deh otha races are comin' to take ah jobs! Soon it'll be a biggun as Mayar! #HalflingsLiveMatter

"'E didn't expect to see a halflin' coming did 'e? he writes with his left hand as his right arm throbs with pain. "'e go' a lucky 'it on meh arm... I knew 'e was a kid... good ting 'e didn't slit meh throat or worse.." ponders about an alternate timeline.

Name: Tenu Lenard Race: Human Age: 26 Reason for joining: I was approached and asked, but also to do something greater Military experience: Nothing official, but I've used a weapon before Are you applying for a specialty rank? If so, list the reasons you want it and experience you have with handling money: Does not matter much with me

NA or EUW: NA Team Name: HebrewDeezNuts Team members (Skype names, if not forum names): Chespineers, atajoseph, flyingfishie1, (others dont want theirs to be known, I'll pm if needed) Team IGN’s (In Game Names for LoL): ChesGod, HentaiByThePound, BroPinecone, fun cameron, TheNexusEclipse Team roles (Who’s the feeder/top/jungle/etc): HentaiByThePound- Top, BroPinecone- Jung, ChesGod- Mid, fun cameron- ADC, TheNexusEclipse- support Team logo (Required): http://cdn.newsapi.com.au/image/v1/abcf0e4a9c32adf6d0483bf7f5e1e41c Team level/rank (Your team members level/soloQ rank): ChesGod - b2. HentaiByThePound - s5. BroPinecone - Gold 5. TheNexusEclipse - underanked, fun cameron - Silver 1