Tidings of Samehada
Jun 5, 2008 17:04:31 GMT -7
Post by adero on Jun 5, 2008 17:04:31 GMT -7
.:Tidings of Samehada:.
[/i] [/size][/center]Event Title (Name): Tidings of Samehada
Rank: B
Plot:
.: Revival of the Old Ones, A Deity Forgotten :.
“We shall not be forgotten, for all men are tainted by greed.” ~ Ih’Habal
“Nary six moons have passed since our last congression. Brethren gathered in the full light of the moon before our Gods as we proceeded upward, ascending towards the heavens upon cobbled stones paved with our fathers’ blood. Our numbers dwindle upon each gathering and fewer of our brethren remain alive, for the doubts of modern men have shattered their faith in our Gods. Their deaths have been bestowed. No matter, for our time has come. Ih’Habal has spoken with deliverance to our sages, his wisdom blessed upon us! The heathens shall be crushed by their own greed, by the might of men, and by Ih’Habal’s cunning.”
.: Of New Beginnings :.
City streets are jostling in the major capital city as if the norm. Men, women and children hustle about apathetically, going about their daily lives. Across the street, shop vendors can be heard, each one shouting at the top of their lungs over the other as if trying to desperately sell their goods. The sun shines brightly through the sky, its radiance matches no other as a gentle breeze passes through the city, one of a pleasant sense, yet oddly it sends a chill down one’s spine, as if an omen of the future. This day just as any, would have been mistaken for any regular normal day, however something seemed amiss.
As people continue to tend to their business, an uproar can be heard down the street. The cause of the commotion is unseen. It soon becomes clear what causes the ruckus for a massive gong is heard over the crowd as they begin to speak more loudly in attempts to overcome the sounds approaching, their efforts remain in vain however. As the sounds continue to dominate the surrounding, the streets begin to part, villagers stand along the sides clearing the road. If one were to look down, their eyes would catch notice of two alluring females gently easing down the paved streets. Smothered in light blue silken dresses of the most luxurious textures, sleek bodies appear to be outlined as they continue down the streets, leaving the mind to imagination. Dark alluring eyes stare about the crowd as if seeking young men, as if seeking the brave. From their fair darkened hands a basket hangs. Each filled to the brim with pink flower petals. A spare hand reaches into the basket and becomes submerged. The hand, only to rise moments later then gracefully tosses itself into the air, scattering the path with blossoms as if purifying the land they walked upon.
Slowly behind the procession, the gong grows all the more mighty. With each passing moment, its sonorous booms continue to echo through the city. The tightly crammed buildings only aid in its echo, as one can see over the horizon, behind the very sun itself, a giant brazen disk suspended in the beyond. Men walk before the gong, also dressed in similar fashion, each are aligned perfectly in two columns. Their faces covered in mysterious masks, each seem to be dressed similarly and proceed down the street in a ceremonial fashion. Eyes piercing ahead and into the crowd as if reading their darkest secrets, they continue along without saying a word. Upon the backs of these men, an odd symbol lays tattooed into the cloth they don. It seems resemble a series of crescent moons. The procession continues to lead towards the main square and finally halts. The caravan finally reaching its end, the gong blares a mighty and final blast, as if roaring to some mysterious god. All grows quiet as the man standing before the gong (who is surely now deaf) makes motion for silence. Darkened hands reach into the folds of his robe as a scroll is procured. Unraveling itself, the scroll falls to the ground with one end attached into the man’s hand. A booming voice would then sound upon the crowd, captivating and demanding the attention of all.
“In accordance with our lord and master, he who represents the forgotten ones, the sole and final bloodline heir to the god Ih’Habal, a proclamation has been brought to you upon this day. On the 4th full cycle of the moon, with the powers bestowed before us, we come to you, the Followers of Ih’Habal, calling upon your finest men, upon your strongest shinobi, and upon your bravest souls. For those who dare dwell upon the promised lands of our Gods, great rewards await, for our lord, and hierarch, master of the forges, has promised these brave souls the legendary sword Samehada, a sword of rumored power and magnificence, to those who have proven worthy and contain the spirit and will of Ih’Habal. Send your finest to attend this grand event, departure to our lands shall proceed strictly on the second hour of the waxing crescent.”
Upon these words being spoken, a dark mysterious thunderhead swiftly blots out the sun, enveloping all light for a brief momentary second. The night grows pitch black, hindering all sight, all vision, all knowledge, and as swiftly as it comes, it goes, revealing to all the nothingness. All have gone. A scroll lays gently tossed among the crowd as it rolls open revealing a golden seal placed upon it. The same mysterious crescent shape is lettered upon the scroll, the sun’s renewed glimmering light sparkles upon it. Below, signed in a crimson red which drips upon the papyrus, a name appears.
“Pontifex Hir’Anon”
Location: The event will begin in a city in all major countries. From there the plot will progress to other lands.
Rules:
6. Staff are to refrain from posting opinions in this event until requested or confliction arises. Staff participating in this event may not post when judgment is asked of staff. (Third parties are required.)
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11. Keep in note that explusion for any suspected OOC collaboration is grounds for dismissal from the event.
12. By participating in this event, you agree that all rules stated above, as well as site rules, shall be upheld.[/ul]
IIC Length: 2 days. If 2 days have passed and you have not posted when supposed to, you will be skipped.
Prize(s): The legendary sword - Samehada (Sharkskin)
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