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Whether because Spiritual information does not pass as quickly as Ailor gossip, or because it took time for all the Living Metal to sing in tune with its creator once more, a delayed second reaction to the recent annihilation of millions upon millions of Elves (and Eronidas and slave-Asha as collateral), would take place. This event, witnessed only by Asha and Half Asha who possessed Living Metal, as the Living Metal would resonate with a vision from the Gods, and overtake even the non-Baskarr believing Asha with a vision from that hellish place, where the inferno first struck ground, the Elven city of Fallaÿa.
Fallaÿa was like any Elven city in the north, rugged by southern terms for its situation up against cascading mountains, the land rough in proximity to Kartamon, where the Eronidas made homes in caves. The city was bustling, massive even, never quite as big as Regalia, but its long-storied history from the early days of the Allorn Empire was glorious and old. At the top of the city stood Talea's tower, bearing no actual relation to her save for the fact that she once spent a night resting at the house of the local governor here, before moving on to fight the Dewamenet in the north. The roofs were covered in turquoise tiles, while the usual golden accents of the buildings on the white marble were made of oxidized copper instead.
The vision would show with great precision, the minutes before catastrophe as the streets were filled with the hustle and bustle of any Elven city, Allorn secret service, a few haughty Elven nobles and a whole lot of Asha and even some Maquixtl and Eronidas slaves. The eye of the vision panned over the rooftops where the gardens and cascading waterfalls created an image of tranquility that could not accurately portray some of the evil that the Elves were planning in this city. The Teledden were no stranger to war and depravity, but it was perhaps fitting that in this city, they found a way to hijack the reincarnation cycle of the Suvial, and had started ripping their souls apart, thus turning the war in the favor of the Allorn Empire which was now dealing in death and destruction on both the Kathar and the Suvial in the Princedoms of Osc'ird.
The tranquility of the gardens was soon dismissed with an eruption of great magnitude in the sky, casting all eyes up and sounding the alarm of the azure towers, as the Elves thought the Kathar had come from the sky. The clouds parted for miles away as a blue and purple nebula cascaded outwards with a single bright light in a focal point, brighter even than the setting sun on the horizon, and lighting up the whole city in an eerie glow. The beauty of the nebula was intoxicating, like star-gazing to distant horizons in the sky, and finding the most beautiful colors in frozen motions across the dark black void.
But there was little time for stargazing. The central focal point became brighter and brighter, until a single pure-white beam touched heaven and earth in one continuous line, followed by a mere second of silence, and then an eruption that that moved so fast, that the vision could not even process the sound that it would have made. In that first flash instant, Elves were instantly vaporized, leaving behind black chars on the ground and walls that their shadows were once cast on, before the shockwave followed, not just collapsing buildings but pulverizing them into the finest of dust like the calm drifting sands of the desert. When the explosion had reached the edge of the city, a wall of fire and lightning formed that sped outwards with a speed greater than the fastest Dragon could fly. As it disappeared over the horizon, it rolled over valleys and hills, swallowing whole villages and towns on the outskirts, and speeding on into the horizon.
When the wall had moved beyond view, the vision left only the wake behind, a black volcanic sand, like a desert of fine sand particles but blackened in choking fire. Nothing of the color and life had remained as gray ash rained from the sky, no skeleton, no building, not even a single pile of bricks that might have resisted the initial blast. Everything was vaporized.
And just as the vision would have implied to be a cruel mistress that wanted to show the Asha what happened to their brethren, the clouds parted with a single Golden figure descending on a chariot drawn by the largest of great feline beasts, riding the sky and leaving behind it a trail of golden dust. This radiance descended in a void of black and gray, until it hit the ground with a gentle push, and what was obviously Akhet descended from his chariot, taking a few steps in the black ashen sand, as if searching for something.
He pushed his feet around, wagged his tail in anticipation, and finally, found something that made him crouch down. Pushing aside the blackened sand, he revealed a red glowing hot gem, somehow having survived the blast, or perhaps having been the blast? As if by signal, the black ashen sand around Akhet started moving. Small pockets of the sand stirred, moved, as if something was alive beneath it, writhing and trying to get out. At first only a claw, then a paw, and then a head. Asha of all kinds reached up beyond the sand, coughing and retching to breathe air that was deprived them under the ash, and shaking off golden glittered dust that had covered them, seemingly protecting them from the blast. Akhet looked up, and as if by his disapproval, the chains that had once been placed on them by the Elves melted away from his radiant sight, and he looked back down, to the gem, that was now beating like a heart.
It beat faster and faster, until the Living Metal in the nearby Asha became red-hot and jumped away from them with a will of its own, snaking across the sand until it coalesced onto the gem and formed an organic heart that started pumping. More and more Asha dug their way out of the sand, embracing each other in joy of their freedom, or confusion about the event they had just witnessed, and the death they had been certain of moments before. More and more Living Metal snaked its way to the beating heart, forming bones, forming a nerve system, organs, then muscle tissue and sinew and blood vessels, and finally black and brilliant orange fur, a Doberman canine Asha with radiant golden eyes, seated on ashen sand.
Akhet unfurled a golden cloak of sorts from his hands, embracing the Asha on the ground, and enveloping him in the fabric as he proclaimed: "Welcome home, brother", after which he kneeled before him. The other Asha then stood, summoning the Staff of Ankh to his side, and exuding an energy that could only be described as god-like by the other Asha present. All felt compelled to kneel before the God of Gods, Tjafar the Shaper God, even if they had not learnt it, the Living Metal would teach them.
With Tjafar's return, the Living Metal that had once held memories developed a will of its own, implanting a clear image of what Tjafar was, and what Akhet now would be in the Faith of Baskarr, while also returning some older bits of their beliefs that were incongruent with their present interpretation. Tjafar rose to the sky where the ashen clouds parted ways and proclaimed to Akhet and the others "The Reclamation Marches to find the others", after which the vision would draw blank, and the new Baskarr Religion Mechanic is activated for all that believe in the Baskarr Religion.
Fallaÿa was like any Elven city in the north, rugged by southern terms for its situation up against cascading mountains, the land rough in proximity to Kartamon, where the Eronidas made homes in caves. The city was bustling, massive even, never quite as big as Regalia, but its long-storied history from the early days of the Allorn Empire was glorious and old. At the top of the city stood Talea's tower, bearing no actual relation to her save for the fact that she once spent a night resting at the house of the local governor here, before moving on to fight the Dewamenet in the north. The roofs were covered in turquoise tiles, while the usual golden accents of the buildings on the white marble were made of oxidized copper instead.
The vision would show with great precision, the minutes before catastrophe as the streets were filled with the hustle and bustle of any Elven city, Allorn secret service, a few haughty Elven nobles and a whole lot of Asha and even some Maquixtl and Eronidas slaves. The eye of the vision panned over the rooftops where the gardens and cascading waterfalls created an image of tranquility that could not accurately portray some of the evil that the Elves were planning in this city. The Teledden were no stranger to war and depravity, but it was perhaps fitting that in this city, they found a way to hijack the reincarnation cycle of the Suvial, and had started ripping their souls apart, thus turning the war in the favor of the Allorn Empire which was now dealing in death and destruction on both the Kathar and the Suvial in the Princedoms of Osc'ird.
The tranquility of the gardens was soon dismissed with an eruption of great magnitude in the sky, casting all eyes up and sounding the alarm of the azure towers, as the Elves thought the Kathar had come from the sky. The clouds parted for miles away as a blue and purple nebula cascaded outwards with a single bright light in a focal point, brighter even than the setting sun on the horizon, and lighting up the whole city in an eerie glow. The beauty of the nebula was intoxicating, like star-gazing to distant horizons in the sky, and finding the most beautiful colors in frozen motions across the dark black void.
But there was little time for stargazing. The central focal point became brighter and brighter, until a single pure-white beam touched heaven and earth in one continuous line, followed by a mere second of silence, and then an eruption that that moved so fast, that the vision could not even process the sound that it would have made. In that first flash instant, Elves were instantly vaporized, leaving behind black chars on the ground and walls that their shadows were once cast on, before the shockwave followed, not just collapsing buildings but pulverizing them into the finest of dust like the calm drifting sands of the desert. When the explosion had reached the edge of the city, a wall of fire and lightning formed that sped outwards with a speed greater than the fastest Dragon could fly. As it disappeared over the horizon, it rolled over valleys and hills, swallowing whole villages and towns on the outskirts, and speeding on into the horizon.
When the wall had moved beyond view, the vision left only the wake behind, a black volcanic sand, like a desert of fine sand particles but blackened in choking fire. Nothing of the color and life had remained as gray ash rained from the sky, no skeleton, no building, not even a single pile of bricks that might have resisted the initial blast. Everything was vaporized.
And just as the vision would have implied to be a cruel mistress that wanted to show the Asha what happened to their brethren, the clouds parted with a single Golden figure descending on a chariot drawn by the largest of great feline beasts, riding the sky and leaving behind it a trail of golden dust. This radiance descended in a void of black and gray, until it hit the ground with a gentle push, and what was obviously Akhet descended from his chariot, taking a few steps in the black ashen sand, as if searching for something.
He pushed his feet around, wagged his tail in anticipation, and finally, found something that made him crouch down. Pushing aside the blackened sand, he revealed a red glowing hot gem, somehow having survived the blast, or perhaps having been the blast? As if by signal, the black ashen sand around Akhet started moving. Small pockets of the sand stirred, moved, as if something was alive beneath it, writhing and trying to get out. At first only a claw, then a paw, and then a head. Asha of all kinds reached up beyond the sand, coughing and retching to breathe air that was deprived them under the ash, and shaking off golden glittered dust that had covered them, seemingly protecting them from the blast. Akhet looked up, and as if by his disapproval, the chains that had once been placed on them by the Elves melted away from his radiant sight, and he looked back down, to the gem, that was now beating like a heart.
It beat faster and faster, until the Living Metal in the nearby Asha became red-hot and jumped away from them with a will of its own, snaking across the sand until it coalesced onto the gem and formed an organic heart that started pumping. More and more Asha dug their way out of the sand, embracing each other in joy of their freedom, or confusion about the event they had just witnessed, and the death they had been certain of moments before. More and more Living Metal snaked its way to the beating heart, forming bones, forming a nerve system, organs, then muscle tissue and sinew and blood vessels, and finally black and brilliant orange fur, a Doberman canine Asha with radiant golden eyes, seated on ashen sand.
Akhet unfurled a golden cloak of sorts from his hands, embracing the Asha on the ground, and enveloping him in the fabric as he proclaimed: "Welcome home, brother", after which he kneeled before him. The other Asha then stood, summoning the Staff of Ankh to his side, and exuding an energy that could only be described as god-like by the other Asha present. All felt compelled to kneel before the God of Gods, Tjafar the Shaper God, even if they had not learnt it, the Living Metal would teach them.
With Tjafar's return, the Living Metal that had once held memories developed a will of its own, implanting a clear image of what Tjafar was, and what Akhet now would be in the Faith of Baskarr, while also returning some older bits of their beliefs that were incongruent with their present interpretation. Tjafar rose to the sky where the ashen clouds parted ways and proclaimed to Akhet and the others "The Reclamation Marches to find the others", after which the vision would draw blank, and the new Baskarr Religion Mechanic is activated for all that believe in the Baskarr Religion.
The Baskarr God Tjafar has been reborn in inferno, the Shaper God's heart was re-ignited, and his fire now burns in all Living Metal once more. https://wiki.massivecraft.com/Baskarr has been updated to reflect the new interpretations of Tjafar the Shaper God, and Akhet the Golden Hour God, his brother.
