das
Regeneration In Process
OOC: The only way you could make me any happier is to add some more islands in that western sea between the NW and S landmasses.
You do remember where I was supposed to be located, right? You know, on the NW landmass, to the northwest from that large southern bay. Name that bay "Bay of Otehal" and the hilllands - Neheblem Hills.
I understand I don't have to send orders for the first update?
IC:
Brief History:
The Baheblee, or Mitsarim, peoples settled down in the Neheblem Hills since ancient times, presumably 700 AC (After Creation) by the Main Calendar. It is believed that they once had an unified empire, which later broke down into four warring states, Hablara (west), Ohebla (east) and Kalaba (north), and, finally, Mitsara (center). The three first states were constantly fighting each other, while Mitsara profited by controlling the safest trade routes, providing gold and "volunteers" to all the sides involved while remaining neutral. Though the three states tired each other out, Mitsarim cared little for unifying their Baheblee brethren, and it seemed as if this system will continue for many more centuries. One person was to change that.
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"In the Baheblee Empire, there was a good, strong, just, honorable prince. And he did go to establish justice and order wherever he saw it needed, fighting evil wherever he saw it. And he did challenge the God of Darkness, Otehal, to a honest battle. And the Dark One did give him a fair battle, and smashed him with ease, and for a century was the heart of the prince eaten out alive.
In the Baheblee Empire, there was an evil, wicked, cunning, honorless prince. And he did go to establish power over many lands, fighting great and honorable heroes wherever he met them. And he did plan to usurp the throne of the God of Light, Telekhan, by a cunning plot. And the Bright One did see through it, and defeated him easily, and for a century were the prince's eyes burned alive.
And in the Baheblee lands, there was a wise sage. And he did not challenge the God of Darkness directly, and he did not plot against the God of Light. And he did see that both of them were worth each other, and both planned to enslave and divide the humans. And he did see that no mortal could fight a God. And so he went to the God of Blood, Aramon. And so he signed a treaty with him, and Aramon did protect the Baheblee peoples from the other two Gods. And the Baheblee peoples did pay Aramon tribute."
- Excerpt from the "Red Book".
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The wise sage moved through the desert.
'Light burns our eyes.'
'Darkness eats our hearts.'
His name was Drehagan. He wore robes of a priest, but it was neither white nor black. It was red. Blood red.
He walked silently through the sand storms.
He entered Or-Itsara. He walked through the proud city. And noone dared notice him. Priests of Telekhan and Otehal ignored him as he climbed the Hill of Gods.
He stood on it firmly.
"People of Or-Itsara! Mitsarim!" - he yelled out.
Suddenly, it was as if the entire city woke up and noticed him. The crowds surrounded the Hill of Gods.
"Mitsarim! We have a destiny, my people. We are favored by a God!"
What God? The crowds, the priests were trying to figure it out. Which one of the two Gods was on their side? Which was against? Otehal? Telekhan?
"Let it be known - Otehal and Telekhan - yes, I pronounce their names now! - are all against us."
The priests were outraged. The crowd was confused.
"Light burns our eyes! Darkness eats our hearts! For a century, and a century after it, and many, many milennias, Light and Darkness struggled for souls of Mitsarim! Light and Darkness oppose us!"
The King of the Mitsarim was governing in an alliance with both Otehal and Telekhan. He was enraged, just as the priests. He begun climbing the great hill of sand. The Hill of Gods.
"Blasphemer!" - he yelled out.
Drehagan ignored him.
"Light and Darkness fight for us, to enslave us! The Vahish (day sky) and the Lahish (night sky), the Sun and the Moon are fighting to control us, to use us, to eat us or burn us. They fight to deny our greatness!"
The king was still climbing. He already drew his sword.
"Light and Darkness!" - the king yelled out as he finally reached the top of the Hill of Gods - "Bright and Dark Gods! Assist me in destroying this blasphemer!"
Drehagan turned towards the king.
"They will not help humans." - replied the sage - "They oppose us, and we will lose. For mortals could not fight gods."
"And blasphemers could not fight righteous kings!" - yelled out the king, and the crowd was looking at the hill, to see the death of the sage.
"Light and Darkness opppose us!" - replied Drehagan - "We can never win, but we can call on somebody who could defeat the two Gods!"
"No mortal could defeat a God! You contradict yourself, blasphemer!" - the king struck, but Drehagan dodged his sword.
"A God could defeat a God! For there is a Third God!"
"BLASPHEMER!" - the king struck again with rage, yet Drehagan dodged yet another move, despite being an old man. It was as if something else was helping him.
Drehagan was breathing calmly. He took out a knife out of his robes. It was a very sharp knife, and there was a red gem in its hilt. It was odd. The shadow was not falling on it. The sun did not reflect in it. The king looked at it awestruck. Drehagan entered the knife into the king's breast, and took out his heart. The blood was beginning to leak. The king was gasping. Drehagan took out a drinking horn, and filled it with the king's blood.
"The God of Blood shall now make himself known once more!" - he shouted to the priests who were now not as much enraged as they were... scared. Horrified.
"Look at the blood!" - he shouted - "Is the blood that comes out of our veins and arteries bright? Is it dark? Is it white or black? No! It is RED!"
Drehagan drank the blood from the horn, leaving only a very small amount which he spilled on the sun.
"Could one eat or burn blood? Is it creation of a Dark or Bright God? Is there anything more important to all things that live? NO! Blood is within us all. It is our greatest treasure, and should not be kept by unworthy! This king called me, the Prophet of Aramon, the God of Blood, a blasphemer. He offended Aramon! He deserves not to keep the blood, and so it is released!"
At that point, some of the crowd begun chanting the name of a God. Of Aramon.
"Aramon!" - Drehagan looked down, at the blood-stained sand on the top of the hill.
"O, God of Blood! To you I have sacrificed the king who had offended you! I now sign a Treaty of Blood with you! Make our people great! Protect it from Gods of Light and Darkness! And in return, we shall give back to you BLOOD!"
The sun hid behind the clouds. It seemed as if the remaining sky was... dark-red. The shadows hid as well - strangely. And a rain fell. A rain of blood.
The Treaty of Blood was signed. Aramon spilt his blood over Or-Itsara, in return for the blood of the king, the father of the people.
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"And the Sage took over the Mitsarim. And was a day of horror to the enemies of Aramon. And was the beginning of Mitsarim glory."
- Excerpt from the "Red Book".
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Stats (btw, don't forget to create the other three Baheblee states near me. Make them only slightly weaker then me):
Tribe: Mitsara (Capital: Or-Itsara)
Ruler (Player): The Sage Drehagan (das)
Government: Evil Theocracy (OOC: Evil Theocracy is like Theocracy, but with human sacrifice and ritual cannibalism. Or something like that.)
Religion: Aramonist Blood Cult
Economy: Stable
Armed Forces: 50 warriors (stone weapons)
Starting Location: The Nehebleem Hills
Background: The Baheblee, or Mitsarim, peoples settled down in the Neheblem Hills since ancient times, presumably 700 AC (After Creation) by the Main Calendar. It is believed that they once had an unified empire, which later broke down into four warring states, Hablara (west), Ohebla (east) and Kalaba (north), and, finally, Mitsara (center). The three first states were constantly fighting each other, while Mitsara profited by controlling the safest trade routes, providing gold and "volunteers" to all the sides involved while remaining neutral. Though the three states tired each other out, Mitsarim cared little for unifying their Baheblee brethren, and it seemed as if this system will continue for many more centuries. One person was to change that - the Sage, who introduced the Aramonist Blood Cult.
Name: Aramonist Blood Cult
Head: Prophet (appointed successors)
Attitude to War: War is crucial.
Belief about God(s): Trialistic (like Dualistic, but with three gods)
Belief about Afterlife: Heaven, Hell, Bloodworld
Heretics: Everybody else, but especially those who don't like us.
Control over people: Intense
Religious Center: Or-Itsara
Culture: None
You do remember where I was supposed to be located, right? You know, on the NW landmass, to the northwest from that large southern bay. Name that bay "Bay of Otehal" and the hilllands - Neheblem Hills.
I understand I don't have to send orders for the first update?
IC:
Brief History:
The Baheblee, or Mitsarim, peoples settled down in the Neheblem Hills since ancient times, presumably 700 AC (After Creation) by the Main Calendar. It is believed that they once had an unified empire, which later broke down into four warring states, Hablara (west), Ohebla (east) and Kalaba (north), and, finally, Mitsara (center). The three first states were constantly fighting each other, while Mitsara profited by controlling the safest trade routes, providing gold and "volunteers" to all the sides involved while remaining neutral. Though the three states tired each other out, Mitsarim cared little for unifying their Baheblee brethren, and it seemed as if this system will continue for many more centuries. One person was to change that.
---
"In the Baheblee Empire, there was a good, strong, just, honorable prince. And he did go to establish justice and order wherever he saw it needed, fighting evil wherever he saw it. And he did challenge the God of Darkness, Otehal, to a honest battle. And the Dark One did give him a fair battle, and smashed him with ease, and for a century was the heart of the prince eaten out alive.
In the Baheblee Empire, there was an evil, wicked, cunning, honorless prince. And he did go to establish power over many lands, fighting great and honorable heroes wherever he met them. And he did plan to usurp the throne of the God of Light, Telekhan, by a cunning plot. And the Bright One did see through it, and defeated him easily, and for a century were the prince's eyes burned alive.
And in the Baheblee lands, there was a wise sage. And he did not challenge the God of Darkness directly, and he did not plot against the God of Light. And he did see that both of them were worth each other, and both planned to enslave and divide the humans. And he did see that no mortal could fight a God. And so he went to the God of Blood, Aramon. And so he signed a treaty with him, and Aramon did protect the Baheblee peoples from the other two Gods. And the Baheblee peoples did pay Aramon tribute."
- Excerpt from the "Red Book".
---
The wise sage moved through the desert.
'Light burns our eyes.'
'Darkness eats our hearts.'
His name was Drehagan. He wore robes of a priest, but it was neither white nor black. It was red. Blood red.
He walked silently through the sand storms.
He entered Or-Itsara. He walked through the proud city. And noone dared notice him. Priests of Telekhan and Otehal ignored him as he climbed the Hill of Gods.
He stood on it firmly.
"People of Or-Itsara! Mitsarim!" - he yelled out.
Suddenly, it was as if the entire city woke up and noticed him. The crowds surrounded the Hill of Gods.
"Mitsarim! We have a destiny, my people. We are favored by a God!"
What God? The crowds, the priests were trying to figure it out. Which one of the two Gods was on their side? Which was against? Otehal? Telekhan?
"Let it be known - Otehal and Telekhan - yes, I pronounce their names now! - are all against us."
The priests were outraged. The crowd was confused.
"Light burns our eyes! Darkness eats our hearts! For a century, and a century after it, and many, many milennias, Light and Darkness struggled for souls of Mitsarim! Light and Darkness oppose us!"
The King of the Mitsarim was governing in an alliance with both Otehal and Telekhan. He was enraged, just as the priests. He begun climbing the great hill of sand. The Hill of Gods.
"Blasphemer!" - he yelled out.
Drehagan ignored him.
"Light and Darkness fight for us, to enslave us! The Vahish (day sky) and the Lahish (night sky), the Sun and the Moon are fighting to control us, to use us, to eat us or burn us. They fight to deny our greatness!"
The king was still climbing. He already drew his sword.
"Light and Darkness!" - the king yelled out as he finally reached the top of the Hill of Gods - "Bright and Dark Gods! Assist me in destroying this blasphemer!"
Drehagan turned towards the king.
"They will not help humans." - replied the sage - "They oppose us, and we will lose. For mortals could not fight gods."
"And blasphemers could not fight righteous kings!" - yelled out the king, and the crowd was looking at the hill, to see the death of the sage.
"Light and Darkness opppose us!" - replied Drehagan - "We can never win, but we can call on somebody who could defeat the two Gods!"
"No mortal could defeat a God! You contradict yourself, blasphemer!" - the king struck, but Drehagan dodged his sword.
"A God could defeat a God! For there is a Third God!"
"BLASPHEMER!" - the king struck again with rage, yet Drehagan dodged yet another move, despite being an old man. It was as if something else was helping him.
Drehagan was breathing calmly. He took out a knife out of his robes. It was a very sharp knife, and there was a red gem in its hilt. It was odd. The shadow was not falling on it. The sun did not reflect in it. The king looked at it awestruck. Drehagan entered the knife into the king's breast, and took out his heart. The blood was beginning to leak. The king was gasping. Drehagan took out a drinking horn, and filled it with the king's blood.
"The God of Blood shall now make himself known once more!" - he shouted to the priests who were now not as much enraged as they were... scared. Horrified.
"Look at the blood!" - he shouted - "Is the blood that comes out of our veins and arteries bright? Is it dark? Is it white or black? No! It is RED!"
Drehagan drank the blood from the horn, leaving only a very small amount which he spilled on the sun.
"Could one eat or burn blood? Is it creation of a Dark or Bright God? Is there anything more important to all things that live? NO! Blood is within us all. It is our greatest treasure, and should not be kept by unworthy! This king called me, the Prophet of Aramon, the God of Blood, a blasphemer. He offended Aramon! He deserves not to keep the blood, and so it is released!"
At that point, some of the crowd begun chanting the name of a God. Of Aramon.
"Aramon!" - Drehagan looked down, at the blood-stained sand on the top of the hill.
"O, God of Blood! To you I have sacrificed the king who had offended you! I now sign a Treaty of Blood with you! Make our people great! Protect it from Gods of Light and Darkness! And in return, we shall give back to you BLOOD!"
The sun hid behind the clouds. It seemed as if the remaining sky was... dark-red. The shadows hid as well - strangely. And a rain fell. A rain of blood.
The Treaty of Blood was signed. Aramon spilt his blood over Or-Itsara, in return for the blood of the king, the father of the people.
---
"And the Sage took over the Mitsarim. And was a day of horror to the enemies of Aramon. And was the beginning of Mitsarim glory."
- Excerpt from the "Red Book".
---
Stats (btw, don't forget to create the other three Baheblee states near me. Make them only slightly weaker then me):
Tribe: Mitsara (Capital: Or-Itsara)
Ruler (Player): The Sage Drehagan (das)
Government: Evil Theocracy (OOC: Evil Theocracy is like Theocracy, but with human sacrifice and ritual cannibalism. Or something like that.)
Religion: Aramonist Blood Cult
Economy: Stable
Armed Forces: 50 warriors (stone weapons)
Starting Location: The Nehebleem Hills
Background: The Baheblee, or Mitsarim, peoples settled down in the Neheblem Hills since ancient times, presumably 700 AC (After Creation) by the Main Calendar. It is believed that they once had an unified empire, which later broke down into four warring states, Hablara (west), Ohebla (east) and Kalaba (north), and, finally, Mitsara (center). The three first states were constantly fighting each other, while Mitsara profited by controlling the safest trade routes, providing gold and "volunteers" to all the sides involved while remaining neutral. Though the three states tired each other out, Mitsarim cared little for unifying their Baheblee brethren, and it seemed as if this system will continue for many more centuries. One person was to change that - the Sage, who introduced the Aramonist Blood Cult.
Name: Aramonist Blood Cult
Head: Prophet (appointed successors)
Attitude to War: War is crucial.
Belief about God(s): Trialistic (like Dualistic, but with three gods)
Belief about Afterlife: Heaven, Hell, Bloodworld
Heretics: Everybody else, but especially those who don't like us.
Control over people: Intense
Religious Center: Or-Itsara
Culture: None
