History of Legion of Amun Ra

**starhunterceo** · 22nd July 2013, 16:48

**starhunterceo** · 22nd July 2013, 16:50

Fight Back The Darkness - Teaser #2

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His sweat fell in thick drops to the dirty floor. He coughed from the
dust in the air and then spat into the corner to clear his mouth. He
heard the scuffle of boots on the stairs and quickly checked the
position of his sword, the two-handed slab of dark metal he had won in
some forgotten tomb.

"Ho, brother," came the voice of his kinsman, the larger Cimmerian who
sported a knot of platinum hair inherited from his Aesir father. The
smaller Cimmerian stopped his excavation for the moment, eyeing with
welcome the bucket of water brought down into the chamber by his
kinsman. He didn't wait, snatching it from the hand of his friend as
soon as it was in range. He lifted it to his lips, taking large gulps
from it, feeling the shock of cold roll down into his chest and settle
the fires of exertion he had fanned all morning long. Having taken
his fill, he upturned it over his bald head, letting the water crash
on his broad shoulders and roll down his chest and back.

Shaking his blond head slightly, the newcomer to the chamber
suppressed a chuckle before tossing a woolen rag at the bald, wet
workman. Catching it with his free hand, the smaller Cimmerian began
to rub vigorously his exposed skin. Though the water was a welcome
refresher for the moment, it was still Winter in the northern plains
and it would soon chill him to the bone if not removed.

"How goes the work?"

"Better than expected," the smaller Cimmerian replied, gesturing to
the now exposed vault doors. Massive things, made of solid wood and
bound in steel, they would be imposing enough without the etched
writing that filled every exposed inch on the face of the portal. The
script almost looked alive, shifting slightly from one direction to
the next, under the flickering torchlight of the chamber. There was a
solid brace across the width of the door, held in place by chains and
sturdy iron locks.

"I'm surprised it's still intact."

"The collapse of the keep dropped enough debris in the hole to
effectively camouflage it. I'm assuming they thought it just another
pile of rock," the bald one said, tossing the damp wool rag into the
empty bucket, now at the side of the stairwell.

"So now what?" the larger Cimmerian asked. "We wait for your rook to
return to open the locks and our mage to unseal the door?"

"The wards on the door are just an alarm, if I recall correctly. It's
the ones inside that are more problematic."

"So what are you proposing?"

"I'm glad you asked," the smaller Cimmerian replied. With a fluid
motion, he reached back to grip the handle of his massive blade and
then twisted, planting a solid foot before twisting round to build up
momentum. The blade scored the ceiling and the larger man stepped
back in shock, his battle bred reactions taking him out of danger.
But the target was neither the top of the chamber or the second
occupant.

The beam across the door of the chamber did not break, but it did
splinter and buckle, almost in half as the heavy blade cut into it.
With a mighty cry, the smaller man leveled a kick at the beam, putting
the full of his muscle and weight behind it. With an explosive crack,
the beam split apart. The doors reverberated from the blows and the
two of them felt a blast of cold, sterile air as the seal between them
broke. They opened far enough to allow a cloud of gray dust to rush
into the chamber and bat at the flames of the few torches there.
After the dust settled and the echoes died down, the two Cimmerians
looked at each other.

"We shall hear from the wizard on this," said the blonde-haired man.

"In Aquillonia and Stygia, they call me a barbarian. Is it not
fitting that I act the part?" the bald man said with a smile.

"Set take you both!" roared an exotically accented voice at the top of
the stairs. "My head is filled with bells and bees! Could you not
have waited for me?"

Half tripping down the stone staircase, the robed Stygian reached the
lower level by pushing past the taller of the two kinsman. He
staggered to the doors and immediately began whispering to himself,
reaching out with his delicate fingers and lightly touching different
parts of the portal. After a minute, he was done. His eyes were
filled with rage as he turned around.

"You... you... thick skulled son of a Pict! Who knows what you may
have set off in there? Didn't you stop to think you... you...
rock-brained barbarian!?!?" the Stygian screamed hotly. The bare
chested swordsman turned to his kinsman with a smile.

"And there is the proof of it." The wizard growled at that aside and
turned back to the two doors.

It may have been because the excitement of the moment had finally worn
off, or more appropriately, that the weight of what lay behind the
door finally settled on their hearts, but the chamber seemed to grow
colder as their words fell to silence. Something seemed to make their
breath choke in their throats and their hearts race wildly. As battle
hardened as they all were, something struck them at the core and would
not let go. Something whispered at them from the darkness beyond,
clutching at their souls and refusing to let go.

"Now it is too late," the Stygian whispered. "By intent or
accident... we are committed to this."

**starhunterceo** · 22nd July 2013, 16:52

Zaraisata : Lady of the House of the Jade Asp

Zaraisata was born in the ancient city of Luxor...She was born with a twin under the new moon. As a sign of empassioned faith her sister born moments after her was sacrificed to Father Set as a sign of unswerving devotion by her own Father, a nobleman by the name of Ptolemetium. Her mothers identity remains clouded in mystery as well, for she was cleansed in fire by the nobleman, unbeknownst to Ptolometuim this unholy flame attracted the attention of something much more ancient...and upon her 15th winter Zaraisata was made an offer she could not resist by a woman made of white flame. Xotli.......

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Lord Bloodless the Undying House of the Jade Asp

I am Bloodless master of the undead, the only son of the great alchemist Akkarr I have learned well under his guidance.

I travel Hyboria in order to spread the word of set and to amass riches for the brotherhood in order to help support the vast army we must assemble or if need be enslave.

Hail Set!

Born in a noble house in Khemi, sold as a slave by a vengeful family member and reborn in Tortage, Ptorimus is a giver of unlife, a spreader of pestilence and a master of minions.

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Ptorimus of House Black Adder

Ptorimus worships Set the almighty but is suspicious of those that call themselves the messengers of the God. He believes that respect and obedience in a mortal is earned not requested. Each sons of Set needs to earn respect in his own way by serving Set.

Upon the sacrifice of his life for Set at the hand of the High Priest, Ptorimus was reborn yet again. Set himself talked to Ptorimus and through his High priest gave him back his life. His first rebirth was one of physical capacity and power, but the second was a one of spiritual rebirth and enlightenment.

Strong with Set gift of spiritual and physical powers, Ptorimus decided that it was time to retake his family ring and reclaim his right as the head of the his house.

**starhunterceo** · 22nd July 2013, 16:52

Satet-Ka : Voice of Set

I was born of the High Priest Ptahkhum-Ra. As he was the head of the priesthood of Set in Luxor so too was I. My training was flawless, my lineage pure and my power unquestioned.

Until the vision of Set was revealed….

The smell of incense and myhr of the temple was palatable. The coils of smoke seemed to twist through endless valleys of blackness giving texture to the empty and black water. Within the entrails of the serpentine trail I saw small specks of matter…dust swirling about. Congealing…disintegrating…..reforming.

My eyes strained and wearied, but I was permitted to gaze ever closer. Upon these swirling particles I saw beings. Some were in disarray, others organized and united. They were numerous.

One small sphere arose from a dark mist and I was upon it. Surrounded by smoke and scream of the dead and the dying I saw a mighty city in the distance across an unending river. The people therein looked down on the plains upon which I stood…..down upon the chaos and death. They were smiling.

When the fighting had ceased I saw only carnage. The blood of the many trickled into the river below mixing with the red waters of dusk. The crocodiles were left to enjoy the fruits.

I called out to the men of the city but few would emerge. They seemed content. Fat with wine and lust. They cared not for the death about them. The few that came were mighty. They began to build a massive temple. Soon a great army began to form about the structure that now towered over the city in the distance. This army brought in slaves that made the temple even greater and riches that adorned its wall.

Slowly the mist began to gather around the temple and within those that constructed it. All others bowed before them.

Then the waters of the river began to flood. Dark red ….thick waters enveloped the world around me. I went to the Temple which resisted the rising waters. The city in the distance did not. All was washed aside save those that had sought refuge in the temple.

When I awoke from this vision my course was clear. Set has spoken. His will be done.

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Methodically, carefully I began to gather the royal hoses of Stygia behind the banner of Set. I plead Set’s will before the Lady Zaraisata, Lord Bloodless, Dark Master Muzadi, Lady Vaslara, Lord Ankmahor, and other Royal house of Stygia. Every waking moment was dedicated to uniting the lost and fractured empire which until this point was content to practice their dark arts and ceremonies within their temples and keeps. They were secure in Sets embrace and ambivalent to the world around them. They had ignored the signs, allowed the barbarians to become untamed like weeds. Now brethren! Set’s chosen people from before the great flood are asked once again to tame this world which has been given them. To put the animals and barbarians to work for Set’s glory.

They were tasked to build great works of worship and dedication to the might of the Serpent God so that his spirit could dwell with us and bring power to his creations.

A mighty army was formed by bringing the might of loyal Stygians under the will of the House of the Jade Asp led by Lady Zaraisata. Led by the silent General Hassan these forces soon brought others to the cause. Cimmerian barbarians seeking glory and power….Aquilonian slaves to work the quarries and lumber yards beneath the whip.

The City of the Ancients, Sepermeru took form rising among the purple loti as a gateway to the deserts of Stygia. Rich with game, water and resources our people have grown mighty. Soon others will gather beneath the standard of Set and free themselves from the bonds of tradition that have led only to stagnation and seize upon the world with the fangs of supremacy bringing Civilization and divine governance to the world!

Unite my fellow Stygians under Set! Make any that oppose be laid asunder and made to fear his name.
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Balatha - The Traitor

As the seventh son of a seventh son it was natural that I would enter the Priesthood. Naturally I progressed quickly in my studies, and my training outpaced many of the other students (certainly all of the ones from the lesser races). Despite my numerous successes in clerical life (a fine temple with many beautiful slaves), something was missing. While I knew the words of Set, I was not listening to Set. Of course the Great Set let me savor these many successes before He stripped me bare. I was at one point even a mere slave on a ship! At the lowest point, Set came to me in a vision. He told me to prepare myself mentally, physically and spiritually to be His instrument. He told me the many comforts of my previous life are behind me - I would now sleep on the dirt with scorpions. However, if I forge myself into a living weapon of His Will, the time will come when my task will be made clear. I thought I was mad, until I felt his power once again flow through me. So for now, I train for the day I do Set's Will. Know that if you stand in my way, I will crush you, but if you are useful to me, we can work together in Set's Plan.

*Balatha has since forgotten her duties to Set and now seeks only money and power.*
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Nyarlatothep Priest of Khemi

Date of Birth: 35 years ago.
Place of Birth: Khemi in Stygia.
Father: Azathoth, a wealthy slave merchant.
Mother: Unknown.

Ordained Priest: 5 years ago after having a dream of Set calling me into his service. rose into the ranks very rapidly due to a great devotion to Set and a fierce desire for knowledge and power. Long time companion: Ptorimus the Necromancer also a Brother in our Guild.

House: Blood sworn to Jade Asp.

**starhunterceo** · 22nd July 2013, 16:52

Terhali : Death's Beauty

Terhali was the handmaiden of the Ankharairo(Holy Watcher)Kulphesh's favored priestess of Set Niychisis.Terhali adored Niychisis and was always close at hand to tend to her needs or aid in any of her task.Niychisis often gifted Terhali with various finery such as silks,jewels,oils and perfumes to show her affection and reward her faithfull handmaiden.This attention from the aspiring priestess of the Ankharairo infuriated one who watched and seethed from the shadows.The shadow that watched and burned with jealousy was none other then Terhali's sister Tiyet.Her hatred for her sisters station of luxury continued to grow as Tiyet toiled to survive the hardships of the Jade Lotus Assasins House.The last strand of restraint was severed however,by the passion these sisters would share for a man.Musauf,the handsome and powerfull Necromancer had arived to aid Ankharairo Kulphesh in one of his endevours.One of Musauf's escorts was Tiyet.The two shared passion while together and Tiyet was completely enamored with him.

Upon his ariving and meeting Terhali the two felt a compelling attraction towards one another.Soon the two became inseperable,deeply in love.Musauf began to instruct Terhali in the arts of his practice.Terhali swore her devotion to Musauf but her duty to serve the priestess Niychisis had to come first.Musauf assured her that he would implore the Ankharairo to allow them to be together.Their happiness and Musauf's betrayel was more then Tiyet could bear!

Tiyet had her courtesian friend Liyeis,whom was a favorite of Kulphesh,let slip that Terhali was displeased that she was to be removed from the side of Niychisis and made a simple mistress to Musauf.Tiyet then hid inside Musauf's chamber and poisoned the wine with a mild intoxicating sedative and waited.After Terhali and her lover were in a dazed stupor together Tiyet came forward from the shadows and thrust her dagger through Musauf's heart.His lips let go a loud gasp and wail.Tiyet then moved to slay her sister but heard approching footsteps.Acting quickly she shoved the bloody dagger into her sisters hand and fled out the window.The guards bursting in seeing Terhali in her shocked,dazed state imediately beat her and dragged her before Kulphesh.After hearing the guards story and Liyeis whispering about Terhali's obvious displeasure,the Ankharairo enraged at the murder of his trusted ally ordered Terhali's death.Terhali,when she became able, proffesed her innocense to Niychisis who in turn pleaded with her master to spare her life.Kulphesh finaly agreed and instead condemed Terhali to slavery.Niychisis gave her beloved friend one last gift before she was to be taken and dragged to the slave galley awaiting in the harbour.A small stone.The oracle's tear.This stone would allow one to recall past life memories and powers at a time of need,so determined by the will of Set.The two tearfully said their goodbyes.As Terhali was dragged aboard the slaver Saddur's ship in shackles a figure stepped forward from the shadows and whispered into Terhali's ear "Farewell sister.I pray to Set that you suffer for years before your soul is finaly allowed to join Musauf in the hell I sent him to.And to think I planned to kill you both that night.So much better that you live to know that I have taken all that you held from me!" The wicked laughter that followed rang deeply in Terhali's ears.

Set it seems has different plans for Terhali however.Shipwrecked and ragged on the shores of Tortage she has managed to survive.Found by the voice of Set Satet-ka and given a place to serve again by the Noble Zaraisata,Terhali now serves the will of Set in the Brotherhood of the Serpent and strives to grow in power enough to return to Luxor and punish her cruel sister Tiyet.Only now she finds herself drawn more and more to the Tempest Satet-ka.Affection for him and jealousy of his attention to the Derketto priestess Ishnirvah now threatens to distract her focused vengence for the murder of her lover and dissgraced status at the hands of her sister.

"Even if a serpent is not venomous,it should pretend to be"
"Appear as innocent as the blooming flower,but be as deadly as the serpent beneath it"
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Amity Autumnchild, the Witch of Khemi.

Daughter of a Khemian noble and shipwright, Amity's father was slain when she was a young child, and she was forced out into the streets of Khemi on her own.

She thus learned the arts of the Tempest in a twisted, untraditional fashion, going so far as to break into places of worship and crypts to learn the secrets of the craft. As such, she has always had a very tenuous and untrusting relationship with the Stygian priesthood.

She has little understanding or respect for order or hierarchy.

Amity treats her friends with aggressive devotion, but otherwise lusts for blood and the destruction of almost anyone who gets in her way. Amity, of true Stygian blood, seeks power and prestige. Beware those who might get in her way.

Amity comes to the brotherhood with trepidation -- not entirely liking the regimentation and the traditional holiness of Satet-Ka and some of the other leaders, but being drawn in by the power and charisma of Zaraisata, who she sees much similarity with.

Taming Amity will be no easy task.

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Ctan Voice of Silence

I am C'tan. I do not know where I originally hail from, but I know I am stygian and that my powers are drawn from Set's. The first thing I remember is being resurrected by a mysterious hermit and after that I was confronted by Satet-Ka. Ever since I met him I have served as the vessel for Set's power.

I stand as a stalwart priest of Stygia ready to cut down any that come against Set's people.

**starhunterceo** · 22nd July 2013, 16:53

Lineage of the Warriors

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Hasann - General of the House of Jade Asp

He was found as a young man, wandering the Isle of White Sands, by a kind, but powerful Tempest of Set, Satet-ka. Although young and weak this priest allowed the young one to join his group and that is where their adventures would begin.

Hasann learned much from the priest and grew strong very quickly. Unsure of his origins, they both noticed that he was adept at creeping through the shadows, unseen, and as his strength grew, could unlease the power of his blades with the quickness of one of the great serpents themselves. As time passed, he grew yet stronger as did the bond with his mentor, Satet-ka. Upon reaching maturity he pledged his life to Set, The Great Serpent, and to his brothers and sisters of The Brotherhood of Serpents.

Hasann returned to his homeland and in his travels came across an Oracle that spoke of a legend of a man that was to come. He was the son of Hathor, the Fire of Set’s Eye, goddess of femininity, transformations, and poisons and a Stygian warrior known as Thutmose. It is believed that this is where his ability to disappear into a shadow and his proficiency in poisons arose. The Oracle had foreseen this man leading a great army across the lands, uniting the kingdom under the rule of a great priest of Set. Perhaps the ones the Oracle spoke of were...... Hasann and Satet-ka........

Throughout his journies he trained methodically, wishing to increase his might beyond anything that could be called mere human. He prayed Set would make him mighty. He shed the blood of many in the name of The Great Serpent. Set answered his prayers and granted him great strength, with his deftly skilled blades and horrific poisons he was soon to be known as The Fang.

As Satet-ka called to all Stygians to unite under one banner, it was Hassan, the one he calls, The Silent One, chosen to lead it's great armies. Could it be the Oracle had seen true? wa it to be The Brotherhood of Serpents and its armies that would unite Stygia? Only the future will tell.............................
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Terralia - The Blade of Set

Born in a forgotten campsite along the river Styx, Terralia was raised in the harsh climes of the desert. Her father was a bodyguard to a caravan merchant and her mother was a cook who prepared not only the meals to feed the nomadic company but was well versed in creating common restoratives and potions for sale. Such a past offered the young girl knowledge in the art of dagger play and survival in the constant uncertainty of life in the shifting sands of Khopshef Province. She grew to be a skilled fighter as she defended the caravan from bandit attacks wit hthe other bodyguards. When Terralia became of age to marry, her father wanted her to settle for a more stable life in Khemi as the wife of a powerful merchant of the Souk. This was not meant to be as the headstrong girl decided on the day of her wedding to run to the harbor and hide among the cargo of a ship bound for the Barachan Isles. Knowing that her family would disown her for her insolence, she used her survival instincts to carve her way through the world as a blade for hire. It was until the one fateful day on her return to her beloved Khopshef Province that she met the enigmatic prophet of the sands known as Satet Ka. Mystified by his words and his obvious charisma, she chose to follow the priest and serve Set as a vessel of the Great Serpent's retribution.
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Tindajii : Serpents Shadow

I am a man of the shadows; an assassin. I am Tindajii.

Although I am a follower of Set, my Stygian blood does not boil when I meet a non-believer. I know Set to be our true master and that is good enough for me. Those who do not believe in Set will learn soon enough. I do my part to educate them through voice or dagger; but in the end it is Set's judgment that matters, not mine.

Perhaps my pacifism about race and beliefs is due to the absurd truth of my past that haunts me every day. My story begins on the banks of the river Styx, near Luxur, where my mother and father gave birth to me. My mother, Lahitha, was a Stygian mage and alchemist. My father was a common man, a trader throughout Stygia, but very secretive. He would travel to Khemi, Kheshatta, the Purple Lotus Swamp, and sometimes far to the north to sell the potions and writings of my mother. I spent most of my childhood learning about alchemy from my mother while my father was off traveling and trading.

When I entered early adulthood my father became increasingly more interested in my training as a Stygian warrior. He would often attend my training sessions and offer private advice to my mentor. After several years of watching my progress he approached me with an offer. While in Khemi he met a man who would pay handsomely for the death of another. My father handed me two daggers and a note. The note was inscribed with a place and time, along with the description of a hooded figure wearing a long flowing green robe and holding a white staff. I was warned of the great magic this person possessed and to make their death as quickly and quietly as possible.

I tried not to dwell on the deed I was about to commit. This person's identity and crimes had nothing to do with me, and for the better, so I thought.

I stalked the cloaked figure for only a short time before realizing I was at the destination and the time was nigh. Quietly I drew my daggers and quickly lunged from the shadows. With only the slightest of hesitation I slid one blade across their throat and the other plunged deep into their left kidney. And just at that moment I heard the voice of a familiar man coming from the nearby shadows screaming. "LAHITHA!! NOOO".

I was completely numb and in shock as my mother's life slipped from this world. As she fell, she turned to recognize me with a look of horror. I glanced up to the familiar voice to find my mentor, well dressed, standing there holding a single flower. He rushed towards me and the corpse of my mother, drawing his sword. The next few minutes were a blur, but I remember escaping and praying he did not recognize me in the darkness.

When I returned to my father to tell him what had happened and beg for forgiveness I found only a note and a gold coin. Written on the note was this:

"Carry this anger with you, son, for I regret ever having loved that *****, Lahitha. She loved your mentor far more than she loved me - and she deserved to be killed by her own son. The only good thing that came from our union was the birth of an assassin skilled enough to kill such a powerful mage"

Putting down the note, I carefully squeezed as much of my mother's blood from my clothes as I could, and leeched it into a flask; for I have a surprise for my father when I meet him again. After I have blessed him with the same death as my mother I will add his blood to the flask. And when Satet-Ka is powerful enough I will have him and a necromancer weave a spell for the afterlife that will bind their souls together, allowing my mother to take her revenge out on him and torture him every day for eternity.
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Inoxia - Bride of Set

My father was a merchant, kept his own ship on the river. I always loved the river. I would go with him at times, sometimes we all would. It was a such a time that the pirates claimed him. We were only a day from port carrying wine and oil mostly. I was only ten summers old then. Both my mother and I were onboard that night. She tried to fight them back with my father. Some nights I can still hear her screams and sobs on the wind, by dawn she too was quiet and the pirates numbered me among their plunder. I spent the next six summers a slave and toy of these vandals. But I watched and I learned and always the fire burned behind my eyes. Then one night one of their officers was foolish and drunk enough to bring his blades when he came to use me. He hadn't the time to even be shocked when I drove his own blade into his lecherous eye. I took what I could and swam trying to forget myself in killing and lotus for the next three summers. When the fog parted I was in Tortage and no better then the pirate scum I had been lost to. It had been nearly a year of training and sobering when the unspeaking Satet-Ka found me outside a tavern in Tarantia. I have reclaimed life, faith, and dignity. Though I still love the river...
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**starhunterceo** · 22nd July 2013, 16:53

Lineage of the Warriors (cont.)

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Epok-Deaths Shadow

Epok born the ******* child of the kushite godess of war Bente and a great Aquilonian warrior who remains nameless to this day this half blood was an abomination not only the offspring of a Demi-god but that of a Stygian and an Aquilonian. Bente decided to keep the child but some of her preisthood and followers thought the child a travesty and plotted to take the child away from the goddess in the night while Bente was asleep a small group of here followers took the child and cast him to the sea. The current which would usually move southward of the coast had send the child up the coast toward the Northern Kingdoms and the moon which had normally glow white was as red as the child's Stygian eyes. The small boat which had carried the child had found its way past Stygia and Shem and to the coast Argos where after days he was found by a hunter which had been living of the land with his wife for many years not bothered by the harsh continent of Hyboria. The boy grew living the simple life with his parents he had taken over hunting for his father and the bow had become as if it was part of his body young Epok would never miss and never miss and he was stronger then any man that he'd ever come across in the small towns nearing the Kingdoms of Argos. All was well in his life until he awoke one night to see the his small town set ablaze and screams radiating from its square he took his bow and his fathers sword and his them in the unders or their home he ran toward the town to see the the people who had scorn young Epok because of the shade of his skin being slaughtered by Shemites they carried a shade of skin close to his and used magic which had amazed Epok. One of the them stoped and took a deep look at Epok and saw that facial features where not like theirs and his garb was the same as the ones worn by the people in the farming village the slaver drew his blade and ran for Epok. Epok stared at him and as the blade was swung he tossed the Shemite and before he could recover Epok began slashing and hacking at the now dead warrior as if placing the blame for all the years that he had to deal with the loathing coming from the villagers. He now felt purpose and hatred for these men as he drew his sword and bow at any Shemite he came across. After an hour Epok turned and saw that his home was being razed just up the hill, he ran and he killed his way back home at this point covered in blood. he stopped looked for his parents and saw his home was all but gone with nothing but hot charcoal left he fell to his knees and let out a belt all of Hyboria could hear everything around him was no more and he no longer cared with his eyes closed and and senses clogged by emotion a slaver came from behind knocking Epok Unconscious. Epok was tattooed with the marks of Set to look more Stygian. The slave ship carrying Epok Had wrecked and once again the moon glow red and he floated northward to shore. Epok now reborn with no memory exept that of blade and bow.
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Burlag Herald of Darkness

I have no past i know my mother or my farther not.
i was found on the edge of a muddy shore with death all around me.
one mite ask who found me but i tell you
it was set who found me bringing life back from a far place
and he spoke COME TO ME and i said how the words are still clear to this day.
"THE HIGH PRIEST WILL LEAD YOU COME TO ME" - Satet-Ka

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Jahya: Mother of Harlots

Jayha was born into slavery. She was sold at birth to a Stygian
*****house where she was cultivated for the arts of an escort. In her teens she was
invited to join a secret society of *****s that double as assassins, based on
her striking beauty and dangerous skill with a blade picked up from her long
nights on the street. She was a natural and soon became a rather wealthy woman
serving the highest coin for this elusive organization. She has recently joined
the Brotherhood of Set in hopes of creating her own ruthless assassins guild, one
that would serve the Brotherhood exclusively and be their right hand of death.
Until then she will bide her time collecting coin and building alliances and
her network of spies.
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Zelene- Ancient Killer
-The awaking of ancient darkness –

One shallow night a small cult of stygian grave robbers raided through the onxy chambers they encounter the undead beast of the temple and nearly died in completing this task. Early in that day theses men had discovered an ancient map which they brought from an old trader. This old man had seem to know a lot about ancient hyboria, and told the young men that map could lead the men to great treasure ,but be warned if you awaken the divine beast that hungers for blood within the temple. Their spirits would belong to xotli and he’d burn them in the pits of hell forever. Unfortunately the men were tainted with greed they un thoughtfully had toke the map.

The faith of these’s men rest in xolti hands as the men broke away the final pieces of the rock that covered the entrance of the tomb. The men proceeded inside where it appeared to had serpents idols that massively covered this entire small chamber. Theses stygian walked across what appeared to be an altar. Below that they noticed that words flooded the floor it seemed unseeable as their vision started to go into a complete blur they both saw the symbols perfectly clear which read: “ shall the time comes when mortals come across my chamber please awaken my lord awaken me from this long slumber of defeat ,and restore my living soul upon this altar. I shall cast the rage upon this world from the events that happened millennium ago o’ lord please release as you and I unite as one!”. Shortly after an earthquake started to unfold the altar begin to fill up with strange lights along with sprits rampaging across the chamber moments after the men saw a dark figure that appeared to be a woman. The robbers replied: “WHO ARE U WOMAN?!!!!” *in a scared voice* the woman transformed into unstoppable demon form: “HA WHO I AM ISNT VERY IMPORTANT FOR WHERE YOU TWO MORTALS ARE GOING JUST SAY THAT I’M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE!” *evil laughs”. The efforts of the dagger strikes were unless as the demon figure sliced down both of the two men with the great blade of death. She transformed back to her old self ,and felt a bit weak after the battle in order to restore her drinks the blood from the two men copses then walks off into the mist of darkness…………

(Note : Zelene was found guilty of crimes against Stygia and awaits execution)
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Liola the Sensual Setite Blade

I am a stygian born from a ***** house... Only one choice.. to become a *****, but i also had to learn to defend myself. One day a client refused to pay for the services, i picked up two daggers and rested one in his heart and the other in his throat. I may be pretty but.. aggrovate me and i will make sure you feel pain.
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Atiya Xotli's Favored

My name is Atiya, called forth from the ether by a powerful sorcerer as a gift to equally powerful ally.

My creator gave me everything I needed and much of what I wanted, living and learning with him until the caravan to my new home arrived. When the time came, he secured me in a sarcophagus to hinder anyone fool enough to attack the caravan, but it didn't work. I lay powerless in my hiding place and listening to my traveling companions being slaughtered. Xotli began speaking to me, whispering promises of protection and power. All I had to do was tell him when I was ready. My answer was interrupted by gruff voices and the sarcophagus lid being moved aside. They hauled me screaming and kicking to a ship, put into shackles, and thrown into the hold. I awoke in the darkness. There was a burning sensation on the right side of my chest, and feeling of someone or something trying to force me, and all the memories I held dear out of my body, causing my head to pound horribly. But again, Xotli was with me. "If you are to survive the invasion of this... foul and lesser soul, then you must make your decision now. " And it was there in the dark, dank hold of that ship that I struck a deal with the Night God that would free me.

I am Atiya, Herald of Xotli... and I don't remember any of this.
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**starhunterceo** · 22nd July 2013, 16:53

Records of the Barbarian Forces

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Gath-kulan - The Warlord (missing)

The third son of a Cimmerian stoneworker,Gath-kulan was named for an ancestor of legendary skill.The young man grew strong under harsh conditions and his determination to become one of the greatest warriors in the world led him down many different paths.

Foresaking traditional training as inferior he quested to find a means to achieve his ambition.He learned many dark rituals from forbiden tomes and blood rites calling power from entities best left forgotton in his travels.Gath-Kulan believes that only those with the courage to do the forbiden,to take any risk,make any sacrifice necessary will acheive lasting greatness.

He has now found others that not only share his ambition but allow his power to flourish without petty morality in The Brotherhood of the Serpent.Here his strength and power can grow unhindered.

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Origins of Guts

I am but a puppet in a play that is life. The only difference is that unlike others I can actually see the strings. For I was never supposed to be born. My mother was a slave in a mercenary band. She died while giving me birth. My father (one of the mercenaries) never treated me like his son but rather as his slave. This band was always on a move, always fighting. And so I grew, learning fast (for my life depended on it). The first day that I could hold a sword I was recruited into the band. I should've died but death seem to elude me time and time again.

This was a strong mercenary band but we finally met our match and lost. Many were killed (including my father), and the few that survived were sold as slaves to pirates.

We sailed for many months pillaging ships and ports. I enjoyed this time as it was closest thing I had to a freedom.

But seems like fate followed me even into the sea. We ran into a typhoon of titanic proportions.

Even our most experienced comrades never saw such a sight. We battled the weather for days. As we were closing in on some island the mother nature seemed to finally got the better of us and our ship was crushed.

I woke up on a beach next to a lifeless body of my friend. I was at a loss. Was I suppose to thank the fate for my life or curse it for making me live long enough to witness all of these horrors?

But if there was one thing that life taught me it was how to survive. For weeks I fought animals, wild picts, and other demons that inhabited this cursed island. And although my senses were sharpened I could not have survived for long. I began to see my physical and mental limitations. I haven't slept for days and I was probably going to die of hunger and exhaustion.

But a tribe of picts captured me in my slumber. They knew me (for I was fighting their foes for weeks) and recognized my skill (even though I was an outsider). I joined their tribe, partly out of curiosity and party because they saved my life. I was taught their language, culture, their fighting, their magic. I quickly rose to the top and became one of the few chosen bat handlers.

Years passed but I could never think of myself as one of the picts. I finally collected enough courage to ask one of the elder shamans to let me go my own way. I was let go (I was never really a prisoner but I just felt like the time to leave has finally come).

I quickly found my way to a nearby island and a city of Tortage. Disguised as one of the pirates I was able to sneak into a ship to Cimmeria (for that is where I was born).

After all these years I finally came back to my homeland. Here in the mountains I quickly formed my own band of warriors. Here I was, trying to learn everything I could about this land, about my people.

Now after all these years of fighting for my life I was completely free. I still watch my own back, never staying long at one place, always on a move, never making strong connections (for it hurts most when one loses his comrades). Now I step into a new world. World that is full of mysteries, dangers, and rewards.

**starhunterceo** · 22nd July 2013, 16:56

Records of the Slaves

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Slave Vile- Written by the Scribe Hemathep

My name is Vile. I do not know who my real parents were, but just what
they where. My dad was a aquilion that was studing the ways of a Herald
of Xotli, when he was doing a spell to beocme a Xotli it messed up and
he became one forever. My mother was a Stygian. When I was born I was
put in a basket and put on river water. I was found by a Preist of
Mitra and was rased as a aquilion. I learned the ways of a Preist of
Mitra. When the Preist that rose me told me that I was half aquilion
half stygian and that he was not my real father, I was just amazed.
Then Conan's men came in and killed him. After that I found myself on a
beach. Then I went to Aquilioan and I found my self in stygia. Looking
for hope and then Satet-ka Came.

Though I be a slave now I know my Stygian blood will grant me freedom in the end.

**starhunterceo** · 22nd July 2013, 16:56

Mandisa The Seven Soul Priest (On Sebatical)

Author's note: This manuscript was written by Mandisa herself, so the members of the Brotherhood may know some details of her past, and to give them an opportunity to inquire further, if they so wish.

If you wish to find out the details of Mandisa's childhood and youth, you may get the information in many places. Whether that information will be full or accurate depends, of course, on who you inquire. A mere year ago, Mandisa was known to every merchant, commoner and beggar of Khemi as the daughter of the high priest, Tacitus, and the rightful air to his riches and title. Tacitus was highly placed among the priests of Khemi, and he and his daughter received due respect from everyone, feared not merely for their family's political power, but also the gifts the Great Serpent has bestowed upon them for near-blind devotion. As is often with any who holds a title in Stygia, numerous stories and rumors that sounded more like tales than possibilities went from lips to lips of the common folk. With Tacitus family, however, the stories tended to be of a darker character.
The priest was believed to possess powers such that no other Chosen Servant of Set in the city could wield. The rumor went that he could use souls to create souls, which would embody the abilities and talents of all those used. The favourite tale to tell in the inns of Khemi was that of how Tacitus became to be a father. His daughters childhood was shrouded in mysteries which gave food to the most ridiculous of tales.

...

'Well, I shall tell you, seeing all the ale.. But keep it coming!' The drunkard hiccuped as he took a large sip. The inn was full of late arrivals from the docks and usual mob of beggars and wenches looking to attract wealthy customers. Four outlanders, an adventurer from Shem by the looks of him, and his cronies, occupied one of the tables drinking their ale, when they were approached by one of the beggars. First set on sending him away with kicks, they eventually changed their mind, for the man turned out to be quite skilled with his tongue when there was a possibility of profit. Five minutes have not passed, he has talked them into trading the best stories of Khemi for a mere cask of ale each.
After haggling a bit, they agreed on one cask for the start and a story of the child-eating priest.
'It begins like this..' The beggar took the precious cask in both palms and caressed it with his gaze: not often was he lucky enough to be sitting at a table like any respected citizen, with some ale to drink, instead of whiping the floor of the inn with his robes. 'The old Tacitus changes wives as gloves.. Wants a child, you see. But Set must have cursed him, or something. With each wife, as soon as their belly reaches near ripeness, well, something happens.' He looked significantly at the listeners. 'When you think she's giving birth, next day - no wife, no child.' He waited a bit to make sure the effect was good. 'So the rumor went he ate children. Ha!' He expressed his disbelief by smacking the table with his palm. 'Then, at last the rumor has it his last wife, Amelia, Keshatta-born, is avaiting a child in a few days. She made several appearances.. And finally the news got out she went into labour. Then, when the time was right - the wife is there, but the child they say is sick - must not go out of the house, for the sun is harmful to it's health.' He looked significantly at each of the vagabonds in turn. 'Weeell? What would you make of it?'
'He ate the child? Probably took a good chunk out of his wife, but she didn't taste well enough, the wench.' Roared one in response, the others laughed approvingly.
'Well, that was something like what the stupid falk thought.. Wasn't me, mind you.' The beggar nodded to himself wisely. 'I'm quite sharp in such matters, you know. I was here all my life, and my father, and my grandfather, and..'
'Here, take the cask!' The chief roared, passing the beggar another cask and quite succeeding in directing him onto the right path.
'Yes! So.. As I knew - he did not eat them. Something much more ominous was taking place.. Cannibal stories are for the thick-skulled worshiping Picts, or those snow-God loving Cimmerians, Set piss on their icy caves to wash them down into the dung-holes they belong to..' The beggar burped and wiped his beard with ale-soaked sleeve. 'Here are the facts, fellows, and you will see as plainly as I what the truth of the matter was: All was quiet, and total mystery.. Set himself knew not.. Until seven years have passed. Seven years, when Tacitus goes off onto a journey around all of Stygia! To teach the way of Set and gather new pupils.. Only when he returns, there are not only pupils he brings with him, but children.. 26 poor Stygian souls all chained up as slaves. I say!' Beggar's eyes grew wide with fear, and he bent his head closer to his ale-mates: 'The old hag, Nadisha, she went over there to throw them food, all too skinny, and was reporting back that the children were.. well disappearing! Each night she came, some were missing..'
'And then?'
'What then?! Nothing, Set spit on ya! THey all disappeared, of course, and in their place this Nafretiri. The hell's creation, I say. Her mind forged, no doubt, from the tormented souls of his unborn children and her body from those he captured and murdered in Set knows only what dark rituals.' He put his cask down and stared pensively into the wall, his eyes assuming a doggy and sad expression. 'Nadisha said the children were priest born.. Foul act..' For a moment he looked a bit tearful. The expression of sadness was promptly replaced, however, with that of anger. 'And she is his daughter, as he claims, and is being trained in all the proper arts, and when the Set wishes it to be so, will become the mistress of all the holy ones of this blessed city.'
'Arr, that's a stinky story' Roared the adventurer. 'I don't believe a single bit of it. Do another, for you owe us, you begging sun of a *****.' He laughed heartily, his head a bit misty already from all the ale.
'True! Set is my witness all true!' The beggar sensed kicking and floor-mopping looming in the distance.
'I can't believe we spent two casks on this rabble.. Garshan is right, you have to come up with something better than this, if you don't want us to make you work for your ale!'
The beggar fidgeted. 'Fine, fine, whatever the fine gentlemen desire.. Well how about the Mistress of Hyenas then..'
...

Evidently, the mystery of how Tacitus got to be the father of Mandisa remains hidden from all. The priest covered his tracks skillfully. As for the events that followed, it was generally known that Tacitus had a daughter he is training daily to succeed him in his position. The details of doings of the priests are generally not released to the public, but something of course can escape on the tongues of less faithful. However, what follows is known only to the members of the priesthood who were involved, directly or not, in the events.

Mandisa was an apt pupil of her father's. Agreeing with him in his view that Stygia should once again unite and rise against the infidels of the north, she worked diligently on forging new alliances and aiding her father in obtaining ever more power. It is not mystery, however, that power in Stygia is sought for by many. In a plot the aim of which was to implicate Tacitus in a treachery that he did not commit, it came to the choice between giving in or letting the blackmailers ruin the soul of his daughter - the one he has been so tirelessly forging for years. Mandisa begged her father not to choose her life above his, for then it would be not just her end, but his also, and so all they had worked on would perish.
The method chosen was to brand her with the mark of Acheron. The names of those involved and the details are for another story to tell. The deed was done, and the daughter of a father struck with grief for his loss found herself,whether by a whim of fate or the will of the gods, on a desolate beach of the Barachan islands.
The memory of her past has returned to Mandisa, and so will the knowledge of the Tempest's arts, eventually. When she could finally escape the confides of Tortage, she rushed off to her homeland, to resume the path she has chosen long ago - serve Set in all ways and to see Stygia risen above all other kingdoms of this world. She took several precautions, one of which was changing her name to Mandisa, the one used throughout this manuscript, so as to not befall into the hands of her family's enemies. For careful she must be until her powers are fully restored and she can be sure she is fully aware of everything that has happened and is happening in the circles of the Set's Clergy, in Khemi and beyond.
When she reached her homeland, Set has arranged it for her to meet the Great Satetka on one of the roads of Khopshef Province. Inspired by his ideas and goals, she asked if she could join the Brotherhood, to help build a Stygia she has always dreamed of.

To any who asks, but who has not earned her trust, Mandisa tells a short and uneventful story of her life as a daugher of a priest in a far-off town near the border of Stygia and Keshan, which is true, since so was her life until she was seven. What follows, however, is intended to deceive.
Upon reaching her twenty first birthday, she had a vision she believed was sent her by the Great Serpent himself: that she must go to the Barachans to seek an ancient and powerful artefact of Acheron. While on her journey, she was enslaved, and not believed to be a daughter of a priest, sold to a slaver by the name Sakumbe. The consequent escape from Tortage and the encounter of Satet-Ka is already known to the reader.

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