>>6214122>>6214139>First and Second Action: Ruin has Come / Apokálupsis.It is the price. It was always the price. Every men, women, child will always pay the price if it meant that good shall come to them or their kin in the fates to follow, but look at what the "Domo" as a name has now achieved for the people. We shall not speak much of the east and the blindingly obvious dissolution that happens when every little push to monstrosity collapses inwards as the pillars of grain that supported it disappears to nowhere. Look west, where even the first promise of civilization that the Domo have made had became nothing more than an engine to sate the hunger of the old ones (Funny that.) The only source of possible reason amidst all this is An'naud, but is such a crippled-in-spirits city, who failed to win anything north, who failed to stand against the Hero and all the madness of the individual, who failed to gain any amount of attention and focus since its founding and trade, be anything but dust?
It shall come, perhaps slowly, perhaps like an avalanche. It shall come in a dream, a shared one, of ALL, for Kholan is no differer. She shall herald the end of days, that the gate that shall allow you to join her in her final embrace, it shall be closed soon, soon, soon. Now, all must die, all must gather power and blood, and be burdened or interesting enough to descend completely. The first to go is the name ofcourse, for what worth is the name when everything else has made the name so accursed, and that you can gain so much by betraying the name and eating, sacrificing who had wielded that name.
It will be the rise of the dogmen against the Koll's masters for even a chance at supping at that sacred blood, it will be a continuous succession of Archpriests of Kholan at An'naud, their sacred blood bleeding and bleeding to their successors and more and more until they become nothing more than common men and women who shall be the first to die. It will be gatherings in the forest, of worship to a Lord that shouldn't be, that is dead, dead, deader than death, yet claims life anyway. It shall be an exodus of sailors, just in cause, who even with all the certainty that Doom itself foresees the Homeseas and its surrounding, will try to reach the King in the Wind anyway, to seek him and beg him to save the people once again, and be claimed by storms and strange waters before they succeed in any attempt. There lies only one true conclusion in the east, of Huirsas and the Zas, and we shall say that the Blood Tree has forsaken any trappings of civilizations it once had to keep its hunger sated, and the Hero's forges burning. One suspects that, hint hint, if one had say, large amounts of food and decent relations, that they could likely coup the plainsmen and their boars from the convocation of Heroes at the Toir.
