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<blockquote data-quote="Uvenelei" data-source="post: 1963498" data-attributes="member: 2533"><p>It rained over the Tharquish Empire. A heavy rain, pouring forth from thick, dark clouds that had blotted out the sun and the stars for weeks. While such storms were not uncommon for the island chain nation, the storms rose suddenly as the gods fell silent, and had not abated for a moment since. The loss of the stars had been seen as a symbol for the loss of the gods by the court poets, the Fleet of the People blinded and adrift at a savage sea.</p><p></p><p>However, most of the poets, along with the majority of the court itself, were dead now. The Tempest of Hell had arisen with the storms, his brutality matched by the fury of nature. Despite the unending storms, Tharquin was still ablaze. The Tempest had stormed the capital city and crushed its defenders within hours of his arrival. Chaos ruled the city, and the people feared for not only their lives, but their world.</p><p></p><p>However, once the city relented to the Tempest, the killing stopped. The chaos continued, but the barbarians moved off the streets into the imperial palace and the guardhouses throughout the city. Soon, people began to gather on the steps of the palace. They waited in the rain for days, their numbers growing and growing until the entire city stopped, and waited. They waited for relief, they waited for the truth, they waited because it seemed that the world itself waited with them in a state of permanent upheaval.</p><p></p><p>Then, the Tempest emerged from the palace. No noise save for the rolling thunder and the pounding rain could be heard throughout the city, and yet even these seemed to quiet themselves as the Tempest began to speak. The gods have abandoned you, he said, but I have come to guide you. All of you were once slaves, to the gods, to the empire, to meaningless traditions. But now you are free. You have been liberated, and you are now my people. I will guide you. I will make you strong. I am the Truth. I am the Way. I am Freedom.</p><p></p><p>The rain broke, the people, united, cheered, and the world was reborn.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Later, in the imperial throne room, the Tempest sat and feasted with his wives and the Warfathers, warriors of ancient legend. He did not sit upon the throne, however; he and his chosen warriors sat together at a long table in the center of the room. Fellow tribesmen surrounded him on all sides; the Tempest had managed to completely pack the throne room, in which the emperor had entertained foreign envoys and nobles thousands at a time.</p><p></p><p>The feast was interrupted by the arrival of a pair of naked humans, a man and a woman, surrounded by a throng of armed guards and spellcasters. Their nakedness did not make them the center of attention; the morals of the old ways were now only ashes in the fires of the Liberation. Rather, it was due to the pair’s obvious, eminent power. They bore an authority that, while insignificant compared to that of the Tempest, was nevertheless not seen in ordinary men and women.</p><p></p><p>One of the guards approached the Tempest and announced the arrival of the pair, who called themselves devils. A pewter mug on a nearby table exploded as the Tempest’s first wife, a known demoness, heard the name, her powerful hatred manifesting itself.</p><p></p><p>“They seemed very eager to speak with you, Lord, even when I had them stripped and searched for arms,” the guardsman said as he leered back at the female devil. “The arcanists have secured them as well.” </p><p></p><p>“A wise precaution, and quite an amusing one as well. Good, let them approach.”</p><p></p><p>The guards separated, and the devils came forth, submissive yet proud. The one resembling the human woman stepped forward and began to speak. “Greetings, great sire. We have come before you under a oath of peace, for we wish to share with you knowledge and alliance. May we… speak in private with you?”</p><p></p><p>“No,” the Tempest replied. The devil drew back slightly in surprise; she hid it well, but the Tempest saw even the tiniest flinch. “You will say what you will here and now, before my council and my people.” He leaned back in his chair and placed his boots up on the table. “And you had better be damn entertaining as well, or else I’ll let my first wife entertain us with your <em>help</em>.” First Wife spread her bat-like wings to shadow the Tempest as he spoke, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Trust me, it won’t be slow, or pleasant.”</p><p></p><p>“Not for them, at least,” the demoness replied.</p><p></p><p>The devils began to speak amidst the roaring laughter of the Tempest and his people.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Uvenelei, post: 1963498, member: 2533"] It rained over the Tharquish Empire. A heavy rain, pouring forth from thick, dark clouds that had blotted out the sun and the stars for weeks. While such storms were not uncommon for the island chain nation, the storms rose suddenly as the gods fell silent, and had not abated for a moment since. The loss of the stars had been seen as a symbol for the loss of the gods by the court poets, the Fleet of the People blinded and adrift at a savage sea. However, most of the poets, along with the majority of the court itself, were dead now. The Tempest of Hell had arisen with the storms, his brutality matched by the fury of nature. Despite the unending storms, Tharquin was still ablaze. The Tempest had stormed the capital city and crushed its defenders within hours of his arrival. Chaos ruled the city, and the people feared for not only their lives, but their world. However, once the city relented to the Tempest, the killing stopped. The chaos continued, but the barbarians moved off the streets into the imperial palace and the guardhouses throughout the city. Soon, people began to gather on the steps of the palace. They waited in the rain for days, their numbers growing and growing until the entire city stopped, and waited. They waited for relief, they waited for the truth, they waited because it seemed that the world itself waited with them in a state of permanent upheaval. Then, the Tempest emerged from the palace. No noise save for the rolling thunder and the pounding rain could be heard throughout the city, and yet even these seemed to quiet themselves as the Tempest began to speak. The gods have abandoned you, he said, but I have come to guide you. All of you were once slaves, to the gods, to the empire, to meaningless traditions. But now you are free. You have been liberated, and you are now my people. I will guide you. I will make you strong. I am the Truth. I am the Way. I am Freedom. The rain broke, the people, united, cheered, and the world was reborn. Later, in the imperial throne room, the Tempest sat and feasted with his wives and the Warfathers, warriors of ancient legend. He did not sit upon the throne, however; he and his chosen warriors sat together at a long table in the center of the room. Fellow tribesmen surrounded him on all sides; the Tempest had managed to completely pack the throne room, in which the emperor had entertained foreign envoys and nobles thousands at a time. The feast was interrupted by the arrival of a pair of naked humans, a man and a woman, surrounded by a throng of armed guards and spellcasters. Their nakedness did not make them the center of attention; the morals of the old ways were now only ashes in the fires of the Liberation. Rather, it was due to the pair’s obvious, eminent power. They bore an authority that, while insignificant compared to that of the Tempest, was nevertheless not seen in ordinary men and women. One of the guards approached the Tempest and announced the arrival of the pair, who called themselves devils. A pewter mug on a nearby table exploded as the Tempest’s first wife, a known demoness, heard the name, her powerful hatred manifesting itself. “They seemed very eager to speak with you, Lord, even when I had them stripped and searched for arms,” the guardsman said as he leered back at the female devil. “The arcanists have secured them as well.” “A wise precaution, and quite an amusing one as well. Good, let them approach.” The guards separated, and the devils came forth, submissive yet proud. The one resembling the human woman stepped forward and began to speak. “Greetings, great sire. We have come before you under a oath of peace, for we wish to share with you knowledge and alliance. May we… speak in private with you?” “No,” the Tempest replied. The devil drew back slightly in surprise; she hid it well, but the Tempest saw even the tiniest flinch. “You will say what you will here and now, before my council and my people.” He leaned back in his chair and placed his boots up on the table. “And you had better be damn entertaining as well, or else I’ll let my first wife entertain us with your [i]help[/i].” First Wife spread her bat-like wings to shadow the Tempest as he spoke, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Trust me, it won’t be slow, or pleasant.” “Not for them, at least,” the demoness replied. The devils began to speak amidst the roaring laughter of the Tempest and his people. [/QUOTE]
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