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L empire 1 year 202 days ago Sakiris wrote:Cast by Fire: Part 44: Ostan-Hallah, County of Ostanakar As the Lord Knight's stranglehold over the lives of Natun and his Sakirai strengthened, the attacks made against him from above, from the cursed red star intensified as Sakir's burning hatred shown in the sky with streaks of vibrant colors tracing across the sky. The radiation storm increased in intensity, and those who would not be equipped with the proper clothing or protective equipment began to feel a slight burning sensation upon their skin. Harai unwrapped his turban and gave it to Eftalya to cover her exposed pale skin, a trademark of the people of Nocte-Khur who lived in perpetual night. Otun undid his own and extended it to Queen Suise, "This is made of local plant fibers, it will protect you from Sakir's rays. Cover yourself lest you be burnt." He looked to the unusually well dressed Cypherian army behind him in all their finery, "Your soldiers will die out here within two hours if they do not find shelter, or the proper clothing..." He looked then to Natun and the scene unfolding before him. The more than twenty thousand Sakirai still positioned around the fortress still watched on in awe, some kneeling in prayer, others watching grimly as The Lord Knight extinguished their brothers before them. Natun took no time to think about his response, for his death meant nothing to him but eternal servitude in the Afterlife to Sakir, an afterlife he looked forward to. He mustered what strength he could to speak, "I do not bow before false Gods... nor do I tolerate the betrayal of loyalty." And with one last breath he mustered enough strength to spit in the direction of Lord Knight. He and those who would remain loyal to him to the end slowly went limp in the embrace of Lord Knight... Sakir: The deity looked on with absolute contempt at the foreign divine presence, who had the gall to take the lives of the sworn the Sons of Sakir. For this, Sakir exacted its revenge, for amidst constant attacks repelled by the Lord Knight, none would be so powerful as that of the Heavenly Host of Azer-Alor. Billions upon billions of souls, Slaves, Sakirai, Lords, Ladies, and Prawns lead by the Sakais and Prawnic Queens of the past; by the decree of Sakir, launched a spiritual attack on Lord Knight all at once, an attack which would see his power here wain significantly. The Lord Knight The Lord Knight hovered above them all, his heartbeat and palpitations rang out, bouncing across time and space. The Divine Host of the Lord Knight, wrang triumphant his wings flapped. He felt the souls leave the men's bodies, he did not feel anger towards them outside of there assault against the children, so as he looked pittily down upon them, as there corpses fell. He felt alien in this world, his form angelic, but off putting, to perfect, his immaculate form seemed to Divine. As his form hovered, he did not prepare for a sudden attack from the Divinations from above. They struck against him like a hammer striking against an anvil. He did not collapse but he became cataonic, hovering there, his eyes turning a dark black. His form was standing still and his chest had fallen silent. But his mind, in the bounds of higher realms, where his soul stretched across them, and he was in the fight for his life. His swords weaved like lighting through strikes of pure light and warring souls coming to him. He moved like a mad man, across from this vast plain of darkness, stood the heavenly gates of Sakir, which struck against him, as they waged a war of spiritual and psychic proportions. He was getting exhausted, as the armies of Sakir plunged towards him, and as a spear of light was about to pierce him, and Sakir victory was to be secured. Sakir felt something…something ancient, primordial and utterly unfathomable and terrifying reached out. Only a single sentence spoke out, and the power of things even more Primordial and Ancient then the Lord Knight, that its full power rebuked the host of Sakir. “I still have plans for him, your Justice shall be denied.” and with put a single sentence, the host of Sakir were blasted back, the gates closed, and the Lord Knights defense sealed. The Lord Knight stood upon the spiritual realm astonished, as his form returned back to the material realm his eyes returning to there normal white, as he almost stumbled to the ground, but recollected himself, landing elegantly to the ground but looking stunned. He coughed up into his hand a bit of glittering gold blood, and then turned back to stare at the children and the humans, before looking back to the sky and muttering with a single word. “Father…” With Suis As the sun beat down around them. It’s sweltering heat only increased and she could barely stay conscious as she coughed up the rough sand, as it got into her gills, causing her to almost start to struggle to breath. She quickly grabbed ahold of the cloth being handed to her and wrapped it around herself. To protect herself from the sun. She looked back to her assembled army, and could see them sweltering, sweat drenching there standard gear. Victory had been won on this day, but it did seem at least for the Cypherians, as she had noticed her cousins were not nearly suffering as badly. “Soldiers of the Empire, return to your vessels…we are not yet prepared for movements yet. Wait for my signal then we will return.” she said, as she coughed up again, more sand from her mouth. It was really not effecting her well, especially sense she wore a dress which exposed her gills. And it wasn’t like beach sand, it was rough, and caused her throat to become sore. As the sun beat down the heat would only fill her more and she felt she was almost ready to pass out. She looked at Otun. “Do you have any more of that..for my soldiers.” she said her voice started to get coarse and rough, as she finally told Otun. “Why do you have two faces?” before unceremoniously passing out in his arms. With the Kryss Victory WAS THERES, SCIENTIFIC ACHIEVEMENTS SHALL BE REAPED FROM THIS WORLD. THESE HUMANS HAD AN ODD SIMILARITY TO THE WHITE DEVILS THEY OFTEN HAD TO DEAL WITH. Thus the Arch Patriarch strode forward, a hymnal drone whirring behind him blaring out freakishly loud music, which could almost deafen someone, as he spread Holy Oils across the ground and sanctified them with, the Sacrament of Chemicals, as he spread Holy Chemicals upon the ground as he walked forward in his procession, before reaching the outer wall of the facility right by the Lord Knight. Standing at almost eight feet in height, the towering Rat Scientist Arch Bishop, would speak in a hoarse, raspy and horrific voice. Shouting a mad Sermon about how Gabriel shall deliver this world from Ignorance Demons and that blessed Angels of Rationalism shall descend upon the unquenched THRALLS, AND TEACH THEM IN THE ACADEMIC WAYS, AND THAT THEY SHALL BE INDUCTED INTO THE GREAT SCIENTIFIC HOLY STRUGGLE, TO RECLAIM THE KRYSS HOMEWORLD FROM THE HORRORS THAT ARE SPAWNED ON IT. AND THAT ON THIS DAY, HOLY GROUND HAS BEEN DELIVERED TO THE UNKNOWABLE MASSES OF SEETHING HEATHENERY AND THAT SCIENCE SHALL DELIVER US ALL TO A GRANDER FUTURE, AND THAT BLESSED SCIENCE SHALL FORGE A BRIGHT FUTURE WHERE DEMONIC IRRATIONALITY IS BANISHED! The Sermon was very long and very ranty, the Kryss seemed to be praising it, but the Cypherians, The Dynas, the Lord Knight and especially the humans were just very uncomfortable, as they watched the Kryss ArchBishop deliver his rabid sermon. Taurgha and Sakiris

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Cast by Fire:

Part 44: Ostan-Hallah, County of Ostanakar
As the Lord Knight's stranglehold over the lives of Natun and his Sakirai strengthened, the attacks made against him from above, from the cursed red star intensified as Sakir's burning hatred shown in the sky with streaks of vibrant colors tracing across the sky. The radiation storm increased in intensity, and those who would not be equipped with the proper clothing or protective equipment began to feel a slight burning sensation upon their skin.

Harai unwrapped his turban and gave it to Eftalya to cover her exposed pale skin, a trademark of the people of Nocte-Khur who lived in perpetual night. Otun undid his own and extended it to Queen Suise, "This is made of local plant fibers, it will protect you from Sakir's rays. Cover yourself lest you be burnt." He looked to the unusually well dressed Cypherian army behind him in all their finery, "Your soldiers will die out here within two hours if they do not find shelter, or the proper clothing..." He looked then to Natun and the scene unfolding before him. The more than twenty thousand Sakirai still positioned around the fortress still watched on in awe, some kneeling in prayer, others watching grimly as The Lord Knight extinguished their brothers before them.

Natun took no time to think about his response, for his death meant nothing to him but eternal servitude in the Afterlife to Sakir, an afterlife he looked forward to. He mustered what strength he could to speak, "I do not bow before false Gods... nor do I tolerate the betrayal of loyalty." And with one last breath he mustered enough strength to spit in the direction of Lord Knight. He and those who would remain loyal to him to the end slowly went limp in the embrace of Lord Knight...

Sakir:
The deity looked on with absolute contempt at the foreign divine presence, who had the gall to take the lives of the sworn the Sons of Sakir. For this, Sakir exacted its revenge, for amidst constant attacks repelled by the Lord Knight, none would be so powerful as that of the Heavenly Host of Azer-Alor. Billions upon billions of souls, Slaves, Sakirai, Lords, Ladies, and Prawns lead by the Sakais and Prawnic Queens of the past; by the decree of Sakir, launched a spiritual attack on Lord Knight all at once, an attack which would see his power here wain significantly.

The Lord Knight

The Lord Knight hovered above them all, his heartbeat and palpitations rang out, bouncing across time and space. The Divine Host of the Lord Knight, wrang triumphant his wings flapped. He felt the souls leave the men's bodies, he did not feel anger towards them outside of there assault against the children, so as he looked pittily down upon them, as there corpses fell. He felt alien in this world, his form angelic, but off putting, to perfect, his immaculate form seemed to Divine. As his form hovered, he did not prepare for a sudden attack from the Divinations from above. They struck against him like a hammer striking against an anvil. He did not collapse but he became cataonic, hovering there, his eyes turning a dark black. His form was standing still and his chest had fallen silent. But his mind, in the bounds of higher realms, where his soul stretched across them, and he was in the fight for his life. His swords weaved like lighting through strikes of pure light and warring souls coming to him. He moved like a mad man, across from this vast plain of darkness, stood the heavenly gates of Sakir, which struck against him, as they waged a war of spiritual and psychic proportions. He was getting exhausted, as the armies of Sakir plunged towards him, and as a spear of light was about to pierce him, and Sakir victory was to be secured. Sakir felt something…something ancient, primordial and utterly unfathomable and terrifying reached out. Only a single sentence spoke out, and the power of things even more Primordial and Ancient then the Lord Knight, that its full power rebuked the host of Sakir. “I still have plans for him, your Justice shall be denied.” and with put a single sentence, the host of Sakir were blasted back, the gates closed, and the Lord Knights defense sealed. The Lord Knight stood upon the spiritual realm astonished, as his form returned back to the material realm his eyes returning to there normal white, as he almost stumbled to the ground, but recollected himself, landing elegantly to the ground but looking stunned. He coughed up into his hand a bit of glittering gold blood, and then turned back to stare at the children and the humans, before looking back to the sky and muttering with a single word. “Father…”

With Suis

As the sun beat down around them. It’s sweltering heat only increased and she could barely stay conscious as she coughed up the rough sand, as it got into her gills, causing her to almost start to struggle to breath. She quickly grabbed ahold of the cloth being handed to her and wrapped it around herself. To protect herself from the sun. She looked back to her assembled army, and could see them sweltering, sweat drenching there standard gear. Victory had been won on this day, but it did seem at least for the Cypherians, as she had noticed her cousins were not nearly suffering as badly. “Soldiers of the Empire, return to your vessels…we are not yet prepared for movements yet. Wait for my signal then we will return.” she said, as she coughed up again, more sand from her mouth. It was really not effecting her well, especially sense she wore a dress which exposed her gills. And it wasn’t like beach sand, it was rough, and caused her throat to become sore. As the sun beat down the heat would only fill her more and she felt she was almost ready to pass out. She looked at Otun. “Do you have any more of that..for my soldiers.” she said her voice started to get coarse and rough, as she finally told Otun. “Why do you have two faces?” before unceremoniously passing out in his arms.

With the Kryss

Victory WAS THERES, SCIENTIFIC ACHIEVEMENTS SHALL BE REAPED FROM THIS WORLD. THESE HUMANS HAD AN ODD SIMILARITY TO THE WHITE DEVILS THEY OFTEN HAD TO DEAL WITH. Thus the Arch Patriarch strode forward, a hymnal drone whirring behind him blaring out freakishly loud music, which could almost deafen someone, as he spread Holy Oils across the ground and sanctified them with, the Sacrament of Chemicals, as he spread Holy Chemicals upon the ground as he walked forward in his procession, before reaching the outer wall of the facility right by the Lord Knight. Standing at almost eight feet in height, the towering Rat Scientist Arch Bishop, would speak in a hoarse, raspy and horrific voice. Shouting a mad Sermon about how Gabriel shall deliver this world from Ignorance Demons and that blessed Angels of Rationalism shall descend upon the unquenched THRALLS, AND TEACH THEM IN THE ACADEMIC WAYS, AND THAT THEY SHALL BE INDUCTED INTO THE GREAT SCIENTIFIC HOLY STRUGGLE, TO RECLAIM THE KRYSS HOMEWORLD FROM THE HORRORS THAT ARE SPAWNED ON IT. AND THAT ON THIS DAY, HOLY GROUND HAS BEEN DELIVERED TO THE UNKNOWABLE MASSES OF SEETHING HEATHENERY AND THAT SCIENCE SHALL DELIVER US ALL TO A GRANDER FUTURE, AND THAT BLESSED SCIENCE SHALL FORGE A BRIGHT FUTURE WHERE DEMONIC IRRATIONALITY IS BANISHED!

The Sermon was very long and very ranty, the Kryss seemed to be praising it, but the Cypherians, The Dynas, the Lord Knight and especially the humans were just very uncomfortable, as they watched the Kryss ArchBishop deliver his rabid sermon.

Taurgha and Sakiris

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