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hendrack
 
PostPosted: Sun, Jan 06 2013, 18:01 PM 

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A priest in ornate gold armor bearing the symbol of Osiris has recently arrived in Djedet, casting a look about and nodding with approval. He can be seen buying supplies and heading into the Whispering Rift.


 
      
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PostPosted: Sat, Mar 09 2013, 13:13 PM 

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During these last few days, one could have seen an elven figure clothed in brown, walking around the borders of Djedet, playing a wooden flute on most occasions. He has a thin-bladed sword attached to his belt with a wooden shield that can be usually found strapped to his back. He would greet the citizens of Djedet with a polite nod, if asked something, he would simply try to compose an answer with the accented common. He would not seem to be rude or hostile in any way, but it was clear that he was unaccustomed to the traditions of Mulhorandi people. One with an especially observant gaze could notice that the elf is usually turned towards the desert, scouting the dunes with his gaze, while the lonely singing of the wooden flute echoed there, only to be accompanied by a whispering desert-wind.


 
      
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PostPosted: Sat, Dec 28 2013, 16:44 PM 



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It seems that someone has become active both in Djedet and Khem again. A blonde-haired swordswoman can be seen traveling between the cities, going into the temples and libraries and looking through all their books. She speaks with a few of the people there as well.


 
      
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PostPosted: Sat, Dec 28 2013, 16:52 PM 



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//Take a wander IG, Djedet is toast!


 
      
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PostPosted: Sat, Dec 28 2013, 16:56 PM 

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PostPosted: Sat, Dec 28 2013, 17:12 PM 

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Should anyone venture as far south into the Khem desert as where the township of Djedet once rested, they would be beset constantly by very large and very poisonous snakes. Should they manage to trudge through this threat and make their way a bit farther south to the once fertile river region, they would find no green space as there once was, the land still torn and churned.

The desert sands seem to have reclaimed all of the small island in the middle of the Alamber, and seems entirely disinclined to release the hold it's gained.


 
      
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PostPosted: Sat, Dec 28 2013, 17:53 PM 



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*Ehm. She beats up a lot of snakes. And then she hangs out in Nes'ek, then, mostly.....*


 
      
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PostPosted: Tue, Mar 04 2014, 16:22 PM 

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Shawar returns from his nomadic wanderings, to find the town he frequents on Khem gone. Not being a fan of the Faerunians in Nes'ek, he moves on.

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PostPosted: Tue, Mar 04 2014, 17:12 PM 

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The guards in little Djedet would inform him of the exodus to Kohlingen and to seek out Mahir.

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PostPosted: Wed, Mar 26 2014, 17:08 PM 

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Heavy war boots kick up sand, then make a steady rhythmic tromp-tromp-tromp as they make their way across the large chess board to where those serving Kelemvor have taken residence.

Once inside Valentinus allows his eyes to adjust to the dimmer light before moving to find someone in charge. Someone willing to speak to him of information on undead and necromancers. If no one is immediately available he indicates that he can be contacted by leaving a message at the Titan Home in Uhm.

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PostPosted: Sun, Mar 30 2014, 14:53 PM 

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Just outside of Nes'ek, an elf can be seen standing on the road and peering out toward the desert. He's watching for something, or someone. Each day at sundown he walks to the southern gate and waits there. There is a longbow and quiver across his back, and his arms fold across his chest as he watches.

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PostPosted: Sat, Apr 12 2014, 13:10 PM 

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Earlier today, many of the militia in new Djedet were slaughtered by a burly wetlander wearing bear-skins and wielding a gigantic blade. The perpetrator was later slain by the Nes'ek militia.

Around the same time, another wet-lander had broken into someone's home and destroyed much of their property.

Tensions are quite high, with foreigners getting (more) looks of distrust and resentment.

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Glim
 
PostPosted: Mon, Oct 13 2014, 19:14 PM 

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Unbeknownst to most, several sailing vessels weigh anchor off the coast of the island of Khem as the eye of Horus-Re begins to rise in the sky. Smaller craft are rowed ashore, making landfall on the northern edge of the island aside the ruined city of Ankh'remun and ranks of disciplined warriors are formed as the inhabitants of Nes'ek begin to stir to wakefulness to the south.

The deadly beetles and snakes of the desert sands prove little obstacle for the honed warriors, even a few priests making their presence felt when minor injuries are sustained in the trek towards the south along the old road. What desert jackals they encounter, oddly keep to the edges of vision, seeming to grant the warriors and priests as respectful distance despite their near-constant hunger, as though they have no wish to harm these people.

As the dust cloud of three score marching feet becomes visible from the north gate of Nes'ek, warning bells are rung and the Nes'ek militia and Lathanderite clerics alike take formation behind the simple walls of the small desert town, their own discipline honed by the horrors they faced against Anubis' horde over a year ago. Though the efforts to form co-operation with the displaced Djedet citizens that chose to stay in the desert have met with little success, cultural differences providing a gap that has not yet been fully bridged, several of the Mulhorandi warriors also make their way to the north gate, to provide their support.

The force from the north draws closer and the defenders of Nes'ek see that the ranks of warriors carry with them no less than nine banners, held high to catch the glint of the sun as it rises in the east. Indeed for such indirect light, the banners seem to fairly shine of a light all their own, depicting the symbols of the Eight Gods of the Mulhorandi people. Squinting through the dawn's light, the defenders of Nes'ek begin to make out the less familiar details of the ninth banner; that of a jackal's head adorned with a green feather upon its brow.

As relived and happy as they were to see their countrymen to begin with, a great cheer rises from those few refugees of Djedet who are already present, a few running off towards "Little Djedet" to the south to gather the others.

*-*-*-*-*

After the contingent from Mulhorand was ushered inside the town and the fervent greeting and cheering died down some, a priest of Horus-Re steps forward to speak.

"My brothers, my sisters, Mulhorand is safe once more! With their aid have the children of the Nine Gods recovered from the worst of the atrocities of Set's horde, and purged ourselves of the fool wizards of the Arcanum who sought to replace the Nine with their false prophet. The great God-King has sent us here to you, as he has sent others to each of our wayward colonies, to bring you back to our people. To bring you home!"

A great cheer rises from every Mulhorandi voice at this, relief evident in their cries as the weight of months of hardship is suddenly lifted from their shoulders. Even the people of Nes'ek, many of whom have come to at least respect the neighbors they fought and bled beside, are caught up in the excitement and find themselves cheering as well.

*-*-*-*-*

That very same day, the fleetest Mulhorandi are dispatched through the portal to Wiltun and from there aboard ship to Kohlingen, Caraigh, Cordor - anywhere that they know one of their brothers or sisters had relocated after Djedet's destruction. They bring word to all those willing to listen, of the return of Anubis - a deity cleansed of Set's taint by the truths of Ma'at and returned to his rightful place at Osiris' side - and of the journey home that is soon to take place.


 
      
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PostPosted: Mon, Oct 13 2014, 23:27 PM 

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Muharib Ramathant, hearing of the triumphant return while abroad returns to Little Djedet, he seeks out the head of the contingent that had arrived, if an audience is not given he seeks out the Anhurrans to learn what has come about.

He also tries to learn as much as he can of the rise of Anubis, still limping on the splintered leg he earned while fighting to free said Diety many moons ago.

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PostPosted: Tue, Oct 14 2014, 7:36 AM 

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As word of the Mulhorandi delegation trickles into Amia proper, Marcus takes the opportunity to visit Khem, renewing contact with the local temple of Lathander, before approaching the imperial delegation. Though he is obviously a foreigner and does not know the Mulhorandi tongue, he claims to be hold the favor of Nepthys. A claim reinforced by a simple gesture that sees the symbol of The Lady of Sands to momentarily glow on the back of his left hand - and a light touch to a nearby soldier's kopesh that leaves the blade glowing with a spiderweb of tiny hieroglyphs, denoting a blessing by the Mulhorandi goddess. He further explains he fought against Anubis when the god was still under Set's thrall - and perhaps Muharib would be nearby to support the Sunmaster in his claim.

Assuming it is all enough to establish, at the least, a cordial relation with the imperial delegates, Marcus approaches those carrying the banner of Anubis and Ma'at and inquires as to the history and dogma of this redescovered deity.

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PostPosted: Tue, Oct 14 2014, 9:44 AM 

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A middle-aged Mulan man adorned in simple desert-tanned robe approached the contingent. Introducing him as Aoth Nathandem of house Tholaunt, Scrivener of Djedet and one of the chosen of Ma'at - a claim backed up by the green feather over his heart glowing faintly.

Upon discerning their purpose on the small island that had previously been worthless to the greater empire, he nods thankfully and vows to return in due time with the refugees, then disappearing in an instant as he activated a wand...


 
      
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PostPosted: Sun, Oct 19 2014, 3:17 AM 

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The three men (Marcus only once he has provided his show of blessing) would be ushered into one of the more open areas of Little Djedet, where they would find a small celebration taking place, with the contingent from Mulhorand watching the desert sands, allowing even the militia to partake.

It would seem as though many of the Mulhorandi had much the same questions, more than a few gathered around the few members of Anubis' house who accompanied the contingent, as the priest recounts the tale, already half-way through the telling. Several of those present would whisper that the somewhat dour but earnest priest has told the tale three or four times already, and will no doubt tell it again should they stay and listen.

So does he tell that some nine months ago did the eldest of Osiris' house receive a vision of the God himself, sitting in judgement of those great many souls who passed during the conflict with Anubis and the Utheric. And as he sat, the eye of Horus-Re casting its light upon him, Osiris' shadow split from the God's own form, gaining depth of its own until it stood as a midnight jackal. The shadow-jackal railed against its master, biting off the hand of the judge's hand in a rage fueled by the pain of its affliction. But the purity of the God's form spread through the jackal as a soft green light, purging the darkness and pain from its form, leaving behind the mark of a green feather upon its brow.

As this purity took hold, the jackal's tail fell to the ground, writhing and withering until it resembled a snake of the sands, sickly and agonized by the same maddening pain that it had inflicted upon the jackal. As the jackal readied itself to strike, the small serpent encircled, beginning to devour its own tail, giving the jackal pause. As it devoured itself, the snake's winding way along the sands more and more narrow of an impression until finally only the snake's head remained. This did the jackal devour, before letting out a howl of warning which drew the attention not only of the dead, but carried its message through the vision to the realm of the living as well.

Through the warning of this vision did the sons and daughters of the Eight know to look for the snake in their very beds, not only those of Set but a new and equally insidious threat. Through the warning of this vision, of the Winding Way which the unclean of the Arcanum espouse, was their influence discovered like a sickness in each of the great houses.

Yet that was not the end of the tale, the priest would say. For amidst the chaos of efforts to undo the damage caused by the war, and yet more battles as the threat from within was realized, a ninth great house was born, cloven from the house of Osiris just as the vision had shared. From his house many other priests and freemen envisioned that same jackal rising upon its hindlegs and affecting the body of a man, much as Thoth or Horus-Re are depicted, coming to kneel beside the judge. There does he guard over the dead who are to be judged, ushering them forth for their hearts to be weighed against the feather of Ma'at in Osiris' sight, and to ensure their safe passage to the blessed afterlife if they are found worthy... or throwing them to pit in which dwells Set if their heart should sink.

With the aid of this new, pure house, was the chaos reigned in and the other great houses similarly purified of the Arcanum and their false prophet. Now do the Nine great houses stand strong, their children blessed by the Gods of Light.


 
      
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PostPosted: Sun, Oct 19 2014, 3:25 AM 

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Mahir would listen respectfully and then offer the Scrivener Aoth a chance to tell the story of the chosen, the battles that took place, and of fighting the avatar of Set.

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PostPosted: Sun, Oct 19 2014, 4:03 AM 

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// Wow, I somehow missed this haha.

In Kohlingen a young woman of Mulhorand hears of the news from one of the kinfolk that came upon the Holy City. With a smile upon her face, no words exchanged with her kin for she knew her skimpy attire would not fare well upon his sensibilities, she instead rushed home to change. After a short while she was changed and emerged wearing a more somber -for her- attire composed of less form fitting and revealing clothing. After offering quick transport to any other Mulhorandi in the City she activates her portal wand, whisking herself and anyone else back to Nes'ek.

Once there, Salema blinked against the bright sun, a smile on her features as she inhaled the arid atmosphere. Quickly she departed from the node to Little Djedet to see the arrivals from the motherland. The sight of the elite guard, with their distantly familiar trappings, drew wonder to her eyes as she smiled once more, exhaling happily. It was, indeed, a good day, one that she thanked her goddess for.

Should any stop her, even given her obvious Mulhorandi ancestry, she would incline her head respectfully and bow, touching her forehead.
I am Salema of House Nefahri, priestess of My Lady Sharess and daughter of the Eight. I bid simply the right to join our brethren in this most glorious of occasions. Assuming she was let through she then quickly made her way inward, a smile upon her face as she notes Mahir and Aoth, her ankle-length dress moving about her as she carefully moves to listen to the story.

The parts of the story she managed to catch upon her arrival brought a swell of joy to her heart. Easy to see that Salema was delighted in the vision that was offered to the priesthood, and her smile grew brighter.
Praise Sharess, and praise to the Nine. she whispered to herself, almost unheard by any one else as she never sought to impress her faith upon her kinfolk, and touched her forehead.

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PostPosted: Sun, Oct 19 2014, 4:50 AM 

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The Scrivener would offer a nod to Mahir, then began to recant the tale of the Chosen. While he was obviously no bard, he recalled the story in great detail, as if it had happened only just yesterday...

// Placeholder!


 
      
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PostPosted: Sat, Oct 25 2014, 14:18 PM 

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Nefertari would listen intently to the story telling, to better able to recount it to her husband, Imhotep of House Osirant. Being a shy woman and not one used to putting herself out to gain attention, she would simply listen and take notes of names and specifics of the telling. If any she knows, Aoth, Mahir or Salema addresses her she'd give them a polite response, but as is her way, not draw the conversations out long.

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PostPosted: Sun, Oct 26 2014, 13:32 PM 

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Salema, for her part, would delight in seeing Nefertari. A few kind words would be given, though she resisted the urge to hug her friend in this setting. The priestess did, however, remain near her, always glad to be around a good friend.

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PostPosted: Sat, Nov 01 2014, 9:15 AM 

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After greeting Salema, Nefertari returned her attention to her scribing, the pictoglyphs coming rapidly from the end of her brush, descending top to bottom of the scroll she wrote on. Occasionally she'd have to unroll the scroll to a previous set of glyphs and add a few smaller ones as notes when something specific was repeated or explained slightly differently. In all, the little sorceress' rapt attention to her copious notes filled the scroll, to an outsider, it would look like nothing but picture, abbreviated at best, to her husband, a treasured record of their people's history.

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PostPosted: Thu, Nov 06 2014, 17:12 PM 

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After tales are told and the modest celebration dies down for the night, the following morning sees the dedicated Mulhorandi preparing for the journey home with renewed zeal. Preserved food is packed for the journey over water and land, the most precious of belongings (those few saved in the destruction of Djedet) are clutched close and a subtle charge of excitement is felt by all.

All except those in Nes'ek proper, the merchants and priests who despite their disagreements with the Mulhorandi at times, see still more of their precious population slip away. Life had been hard since the loses they suffered in the war with Anubis' forces, further compounded by the loss of the Khalem region's fertile ground. But they had managed, together, to continue to make a living from the desert sands, a home. What now would they be able to manage with so many leaving the town?

While the people of Nes'ek still wish the Mulhorandi well as they pass through town, walking north towards the waiting ships, there is a sense of at least some bitterness over the loss of the support for the small community. Though they have the decency to wait until the cheerful Mulhorandi are out of earshot, many of the merchants are already talking forlornly about how they won't be able to make a living off of so little business. Priests of Lathander, Hoar and Kelemvor alike begin whispering amongst their own of the needs of their respective flocks, and how they may have to find new lands in which to preach their faith.

As the Mulhorandi - filled to brimming with renewed faith and a yearning for home - begin to board the sailing ships and slip off across the waters, a pall of uncertainty nestles in amongst what remains of Nes'ek.


 
      
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PostPosted: Thu, Nov 06 2014, 19:53 PM 

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After watching the Mulan depart and the uncertainty of those that remain becomes apparent, Marcus enters the temple of Lathander to speak with Si'Neela.

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Noticing the discontent and dwindling population of the small desert down on his regular trips to the Chapel of Kelemvor, Valerius sets aside a day to speak with each and every merchant in the area. The mage seems very comfortable with the desert culture of the area, speaking to them in their native tongues and deftly avoiding most of the social gaffs that could irritate the prideful people. After the formalities and pleasantries are attended to, he settles in and "talks shop" with the local traders. They are encouraged to turn their attention to Wharftown, with Valerius explaining the heavy adventurer population and trade opportunities. He goes so far as to touch on the expansion plans for Wharftown, to outline to investment opportunity and increase in customers. Finally, to sweeten the deal, he adds that the Branded Phoenix will cover their moving and start-up costs should they decide to move their businesses.


 
      
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PostPosted: Tue, Nov 11 2014, 0:29 AM 

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Valerius would find that the majority of the merchants and traders which he approaches (only some of which seem from the desert region, many having migrated from Ruathym or the Sword Coast through the portal) are not quite ready to pull up stakes just yet. They seem at least cautiously hopeful that Si'neela and the Temple of Lathander, who saw them through the worst of the war and subsequent hardship, may yet pull them through this newest turn of events as well.

Among the desert traders however, his demeanor and words seem to at least get them thinking, and a few thank him for his offer and promise to bear it in mind.


 
      
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PostPosted: Tue, Nov 11 2014, 14:32 PM 

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The Sekhry watches his people go, he hugs those whom he was closest with and shakes the hand of any of the men he does not. For the women he offers a nod to them if they are married and if not takes their hand in his as well. Once the tears leave his eyes he swallows back the feeling into the pit of his stomach and turns to the next task at hand.


Mahir sends one of the young militiamen to invite Valerius for tea so that they might discuss the merchants. He states that he has some level of pull and if he finds Valerius's proposal satisfactory would be willing to throw his weight behind him.

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PostPosted: Tue, Nov 11 2014, 14:53 PM 

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A certain knight of Wiltun would take the short trip through the portal of Wiltun to visit these same migrated merchants, many of whom he actually knows personally from Ruathym and previous interactions - some of whom have passed through his own home numerous times.

He seems to be broaching the same subject as Valerius, but makes it a point to discuss any details on a one on one basis, giving each person his undivided attention to address their concerns or questions. As ever, he is respectful of the powers that be and is careful to mind his manners when he visits, even in regard to those of the desert that he is less familiar with.


 
      
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Avadon would receive much the same reaction (though tinged with a slight hesitance given his heritage), as those Ruathym and Sword Coast merchants seemed to have it in the back of their minds to return home... but also still hold out hope for now that the Temple of Lathander will see them through.


 
      
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Having seen and overheard what's going on in the area while making another visit, Vorax meets with both Muhm and Azizi to try to convince them that they would get more business if they moved into West Cordor.

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