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I ask that as you read this, you listen to this song along with it! It portrays similar emotions to the post itself. Thank you! +*:ꔫ:*﹤ +*:ꔫ:*﹤ The lesser of Akezo. ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ Amaunet is heralded by the medics of Rah’mun civilization as a mighty healer goddess. Her Heka is known to remedy even the most debilitating of injuries and it has even saved the afflicted from the brink of death. Amaunet appears as a woman wearing a long headdress made of reeds and feathers. She sometimes carries a spectre donning an ankh and a vial of healing waters, representing her authority over the gift of life. It is believed that prayers to Amanuet has allowed the Pharaoh to live incredibly long and healthy lives free of disease. Amaunet, as the life-giver, also has a furious wrath against Isfetians who sicken the body with their arts. As such, priests of Amaunet have been known to strike down Isfetians with horrific conditions, such as blindness, extreme delusions, and debilitating sicknesses. What began as a normal day for Panya-ha Luceran, The Prophetess of Amaunet, quickly turned into one of the best days of her life. Wandering the construction sights of the new city, busy designing Amaunet's temple and other various tasks. Comes Atemu-Ta, Pharaoh of Rah'tuma. He catches her walking, quickly brings her to stop in her tracks. "Panya, do you have your offerings ready for Lady Amaunet?" The Pharaoh spoke to her, "We're going to see her?!" She almost trips from how abruptly she stopped. The Pharaoh nods to her, flashing a bright smile. Before his mouth can open, Panya is halfway to her home. She gathers various herbs, and salves, anything she thinks may be a good offering to her. Her room, filled with medical supplies. Since she became a Prophet, her chosen, Panya went out to study in the medical field. Completely self taught. She spent hundreds of mina of supplies, and books. Even stocking the new clinic with these various books. She waits patiently for her Godfather, Nebkhet and Role model, Ahmoskhum to finish visiting Dorabek. Deeply congratulating Ahmo, as this is the person she was to grow with in her journey of becoming a priestess. She returns home once more, rethinking her pick of offerings, anxiety rushes over her. She decides to swap some of them out, and bring her little brother. Mahatoh, or as many may know him of. . 'Bones, Slayer of Draz.' Nebkhet, Atemu-Ta, Mahatoh, and Panya-ha. In the clinic, there is a Sunroom. The light gleamed through the tinted, decorated windows. Displaying patterns along the floor. The four sat in a circle. Panya takes deep breaths as she watches Atemu place down his offerings. She places down her few, looking at Atemu for his take. He offers her an affirmative nod. As Pharaoh begins, though his words are a blur in her mind. She focuses on keeping herself calm before she feels the first tug on her soul. She takes another deep breath, but it is no use. With the second tug, she is startled. Though, it doesn't last very long. Before she knows it, her eyes feel as if they are closed. Finding herself in the darkness, before a light emerges. Though it is not blinding. It is soothing, it fills her with peace of mind. She finds herself walking alongside The Pharaoh, keeping up even though her mind rushes with doubts and fear. She admires the scenery and picks up a tiny critter. "How teenee." Her group is met with two women, almost identical. They offer everyone a warm welcome, but especially Panya. Before she knows it, The 7'0 Goddess emerges from the rainforest as well. She offers Panya a warm smile. "Panya, you have returned." Her voice seems as soothing as a lullaby to her. "Aywa!" Panya speaks. Every doubt and worry leave her mind. She grins as hard as she possibly can. To meet once more, but this time she was not a mere child. No longer the seven year old that was freshly chosen by Amaunet. She stands at 6'2 now. She no longer had the ends of her hair dyed red. Her blonde hair reaching the ground. Her eyes were not longer the blue they were before, but now they were aqua and glowing. No longer the child from before. She held responsibility and ideas beyond that now. "You have grown." Amaunet speaks again. She goes on the greet the others, offering dips of the head and a few sentences to Nebkhet. Panya waits patiently until her name is heard once more. She lifts a hand towards Panya. "Panya, I will offer you my Judgement so that you may protect my domain and our people." Her voice reminds her of every sweet moment that Panya may have ever experienced. It reminds her of the sounds of nature. Her admiration is great, the smile never leaves her face. Before she knows it, Hieroglyphics float towards her, embedding onto her soul. Mahatoh takes a step closer, worriedly. Though, before he may intervene he is teleported backwards. "I promise that I will use your judgement wisely." - "Everything I do will be for the greater good." She bows so deeply that her ponytail flips over her head. Yet before she knows it, a few claps are heard. . Panya awakens, coming to her senses once more. Her head lies on the cold marble floor, she blinks a few times squinting at the sunlight that rushes into her eyes. "YAAAAHOOOOOOOO!" She almost screams, She quickly brings herself up to her feet and punches the air. Yet of course, Atemu-Ta reminds her of Humility. She nods along, her eyes meeting with a few people and congratulations. She is reminded that she is loved, and that people are very proud of her. . . . OOC NOTE: Thank you to @Boknice275 and _Frisket for playing Amaunet for me. Allowing me to have such a fun RP experience. I also wish to thank you for reading the entirety of this post. Perhaps debate making a Rah'tuman if you enjoyed this. Despite what many may think, we are a community of all races. We have Elves, Kha, Goblins, Humans, and Dwarves. Yours truly, +*:ꔫ:*﹤ Your favorite Gaijin Gyaru :3 Himekaji, Hime, Tsuyome. +*:ꔫ:*﹤
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These pages are extracts from Fagh's notebook, the writing looks more carefully done and with less smidges than other previous notes. Diary of Fagh 16th The of the Grand Harvest, SA 160 Never knew much about our spirits until some years ago, and I didn't know much about how others view spirits: when the Mothsam accompanied me for the first time to Rahtu-ma, I only knew of our way, our culture, and it was taught to me that it was all that I needed for it was the will of Krug. Also, from my understanding, our Rex and Rahtu-ma do not get along very well, so the decision of is own advisor to expose me to that culture was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Why? Maybe because I asked him for some foreign understanding, but he could have gone with the elves, who have great shamans too, like Ember. Instead he chose Rahtu-ma. Atemu-Ta is what they would call the Pharaoh of their people, the leader and a powerful Netjer, which is apparently a couterpart of our shamans, but more religion-oriented. He is a very serious elf, but has always been polite and helpful to me, and even though our cultures may differ greatly he made the effort to make me understand and learn. Mind you, I'm still going to follow the will of Krug, and will always consider him greater, but it was also polite for me to pay respects to the gods he was so thuroughfully explaining to me-ah yes, Rahtu-mans consider them gods, not spirits. this was a distincion that Atemu deemed very important. He firstly taught me of Tetu, a Sphinx that protects their city against their spiritual enemies, then of his wife Kalthet that helps more in times of war: even through our differences, we at least have a common enemy that they call Isfet and we call buurz, but it's just chaos with different names. He then brought me into this fancy shrine to a goddes tho them most dear: Ahura-ma, the goddes of freedom, which her priesthood hepled to abolish slavery and servitude. We also don't have slavery anymore, and I'm too young to remember a time when it was still done, but it's not as big of a deal as the Rahtu-mans. Their gods, as our spirits, are not always in agreement with each other, and an example of this is Ahura-ma and Hestor, the god of purity and healing: the first believes in freedom above all, and would prefer to kill rather than imprison or take away the freedom of anyone, even the buurz, but Hestor seeks to purify and eventually capturing darkspawn for sacrifice, wich takes away their (not so deserved in my opinion) freedom and goes in contrast with the basic principles of Ahura-ma. He then brought me into this very fancy shrine, it had tall walls and the roof painted as the desert night sky: it was the shrine of Ka-tau, their most important god, lord of sunlight and creation. The huge statue depicting him had a flaming staff they called Ankh. which means life to them. It was very curiuos to me, seeing all that similarities and differences between our spirits and their gods, none of them less tue then the other, but clearly given a different importance. He then showed to me the shrine of Hestor, with fountains of clear water and a countinous, faint sound of cow hooves. She is a bovine purifier, and a fierce enemy of buurz. This is also why the shrine was well protected, as it was the primary target of attacks from various chaos forces. We also have a spirit called Scorthuz, that is more of an unforgiving buurz hunter and has water as his symbol of purification and cleansing. I will seek on learning further of that and more, for my neverending curiosity, the sake of communing better with the spirits and for maybe appease Theruz, the spirit of Knowledge and intellect.
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The Triumph of Mahau-Ra The Messenger of Light Written by: The Ka'Tau Scripter of Time ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── Mahau-Ra is a figure in Ka’tau culture widely renowned for being the exemplification of what the ideal citizen should be, after his great sacrifices and devotion to Ra’Tuhmet. Mahau-Ra came to the world during the early Rah’mun period as the first mortal messenger of the Sun, during the time of Neseret. In the beginning, he was regarded simply as another priest of Netjer, one amongst the many who spoke the word of the Gods and boasted Heka from them. He, however, was anything but ordinary. Rather, Mahau-Ra bore a distinct decorum and etiquette unparalleled to others. He walked and talked with purpose in every action, his duty as an alleged messenger etched into him like a brand. That was how he introduced himself; The Messenger. Despite this, none had ever been prompted to inquire just what his message was. That was, until the Pharaoh inquired Mahau-Ra. He claimed himself to be the Messenger of Ra’Tuhmet, the Sun, baring his gospel and knowledge deeper than any before him. The response to such claims was that of deep scrutiny, and he was vehemently chastised by the Pharaoh. “Your disrespect to the Creator of Light will not go unpunished, your Khnum is impure.” What followed was one of the most brutal whippings the Rah’mun people have recorded, and yet the man of Sun endured each strike with gritted teeth and a stoic expression. When asked, as blood stained his garbs and soaked to the floor, why he circumvented refusal, Mahau-Ra said that if he had disrespected his King he would accost the punishment to prove his truth. The years that ensued were hardly more bearable, Mahau-Ra became the unfavourable of the Rah’Mun, and yet with each day that passed he continued to aid his people. In droughts, he came bucket by bucket with water from the rivers; with famine he offered his bread to those who hungered; and when war came he drew his ragged blade to defend his beloved home. War. The unforgiving. The act of brutality descendants seem to never stray from, the very opposition to Life. Mahau-Ra fought with valiance, though was unrecognized as a true Machimoi of Rah’Tuma by his contemptuous brethren. When asked, “why do you risk your life for people who disown you as theirs?” he replied, “They are my blood, the people of Ra’Tuhmet are sacred.” The war waged for three full years, and each battle saw the accursed Mahau-Ra spilling blood in the name of the Sun, and his people. He slipped into battles after they began, and used the flurry of steel to mask his presence. His aid was paramount, and had been unrecognized entirely throughout the endless combat. That was, until the final battle. ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── The battle was viscous, each side- Rah’Mun and Isfetian alike- beheld the desperation of soldiers who had not known peace nor rest in years. Days passed, and yet neither side would yield, nor would they bare advantage substantial enough to insinuate a claim to victory would draw near. Mahau-Ra observed from a distance, atop a steed held dear to him. The Sun idled over the horizon, spilling crimson rays over sand dunes as though soaking each grain in blood. A dire omen for the proceedings. While he stood in his place, the golden skinned man draped in white fabrics took this single moment to reflect upon his life until this point. For an instant, he bore the question; Why? Why any of this? All the moments that lead to this had been ones of suffering. And yet, he yielded not only the answer to his own inquiry, but to the survival of his People. None had ever permitted Mahau-Ra to finish his message, it had become the secret he kept held to his chest tighter than he did the very heart that beat his life force. A wind drew forth and upturned the sands of time, frigid while the rays of Sun still yet withheld from extending to reach the Messenger. Despite this, naught as much as shiver passed through Mahau-Ra, for he bore the warmth of Light in a way none had ever held prior. Had only he been allowed to fully explain himself, he could have elucidated how he could possibly bear the true word of Ra’Tuhmet. He was, for all intents and purposes, ordinary. No stronger, nor greater than any Netjer before him. His word yielded no further divinity than this brethren, for he spoke with the identical directness as them. Despite this fact, he had a message from Ra’Tuhmet given to him in a walk to the Sun, a simple message that was as dear to him as water is to life. Mahau-Ra rode across the sandy wastes towards the Isfetian hordes, in stoic silence he passed the gruesome scene of gore and guts, of steel hissing as blades met. His destination was unprecedented, and unwavering. The white-clad man, using the distraction of onslaught made possible by the forgiving cold of the night, who threatened to give way any moment, came to a halt. He faced now the back of the Isfet army, invisible through ignorance of his enemy. “Ra'tumet, ak'aan shara adurbûrz.” Ra’Tuhmet, suncut man of light, “Thrakord kaal durbûrzlab danghum, agh tûrnûl matum.'' Bring forth your lights punishment, and inflict death. Many recount the blazing glory equal only to that of the very Sun that hangs in our sky that erupted as his words were uttered in the guttural sacred tongue. The beam that then shot down from the behemoth ball of light struck into the heart of the Isfetians, imbued with Ra’Tuhmets will, became the deciding factor in the long standing war. Those touched by the rays, veterans claimed, had fallen to their knees screaming as the true Sun finally poured over the horizon and painted the landscape in gold. Those left untouched spent but a fraction of a moment glancing towards the glaring light, and left themselves exposed long enough by hair to be struck down by Rah’Mun blades. The light faded, the battlefield coated in corpses, the Sun hung benevolently in the sky. Years of combat had come to a close, and the victors owed their success to a single man. ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── The dedication displayed by Mahau-Ra was recognized on that day, the pharaoh who had seen him slandered awarded him the title of Rah’hemtepi Netjer, High Priest of Ra’Tuhmet. Since his time, he has come to be known as the ideal Rah’mun, his resolve that of the utmost perfection. All of his time would come to strive to emulate Mahau-Ra, and thus his name has come to withstand the tests of time.
