Mutant_Lorenor
07-03-08, 10:03 AM
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(Continued from here (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?t=16593))
Present Day. Monday. April 1st. C.P. 1810
Time: 11:00 P.M.
Place: Radasanth Slum District.
Alive with activities, the daytime shops that had second and third shifts were beginning to close for the night. Folk charged with closing duties were busily sealing stores with the gates that warded all but the most skilled of thieves away from their precious wares. The realm of the daylight hours waxed and the realm of the night waned. A crescent moon, one eight's of the new moon was visible in the night sky. Some clouds lurked over head and the familiar star constellations were visible to those who cared about such matters. The streets were rapidly becoming scarce of activity as folk hurriedly made their way towards their homes. Many would not make it home that night. Placed under the harsh rule of martial law, the Inquisition roamed the streets of Radasanth. Any who disobeyed the current precedents that were in place were arrested and forced to face the terrible interrogation techniques employed by the Knights of Dawn. Even now, patrols of the Knights of Dawn busily searched the streets to ensure that those who didn't belong outside weren't. If there were individuals acting outside of their jurisdictional hours, these were promptly dealt with.
Radasanth was at war. And so the enemies of the state were harshly dealt with once they were located. This meant that anybody and everyone could become an enemy of the state. The word that they used to label such individuals was dissenters. Used as a an extension of the hatred of the Corone Empire, the Knights of Dawn funded a war against freedom of speech and freedom of religion. Most importantly, those that followed the old gods were promptly disposed of and viewed as a disease by the local authorities. Battles from self imposed enemies were waged every single day of the year. The followers of the All-Thayne were placed in particular jeopardy and forced to take their religious believes underground. Radasanth was no longer a land for the free people of Corone.
And so, the followers of the All-Thayne took their religion underground. All except one brazen group. The Monks of Ai’Bron. Defiantly following the old gods within the halls of their Citadel, the Monks were one of the few organizations that offered sanctuary to the religious order of the Thayne. The Monks continued their ways in direct defiance of authority. One cult in particular grew in strength. The Cult of N’Jal. People desperately looking for something to cling to found solace in worshipping the goddess of the darkness. Like wildfire, the cult spread through the slum district of Radasanthia, Where the Inquisition once worked to forever erase the cult from the face of Althanas, new temples were erected in secret locations. The populace had found a way to fight back against the perverse Knights of Dawn. Not only were they following the old gods, but they were now choosing to follow a particularly dangerous Thayne to follow. One that had been outlawed by the Knights of Dawn ages prior.
Where once statues were found headless and desecrated, new idols were created that the populace followed. This secret underground movement disturbed local authorities and many were chased down, but none talked. So the secrets remained out there. Frustration built in the hearts of the Knights of Dawn as they sought these cults out finding none of the new bases. Their old methods of interrogation were no longer working and people were willing to die for their precious freedom of religion. The dark goddess, N’Jal, found a way to get her revenge.
And it was so bittersweet.
~
It was during this tumultuous time period that Lorenor one day found himself back in Radasanthia. Having spent a considerable amount of time in the northern lands of Salvar, the mutant swore to himself that he would never return to the great city where he was considered an outlaw. An outlaw for following the old gods. An especially dangerous outlaw for following the dark goddess, N’Jal. Lorenor had to move with a secret identity when he returned to Radasanthia. The Salvarn lord purchased a steel mask for himself, masterwork in quality, and placed it around his head keeping the visor down at all times. He purchased a set of nobleman’s clothing that were different from the Salvarn clothing he was oft seen in. It was a combination of leather and vlince in the popular modern Radasanthia style. All throughout Corone a new renaissance was occurring. Art, cuisine, music, theater, all these things were changing to reflect the dangerous times. Politically inspired works of drama and literature were all the rage.
The times were dangerous indeed. Lorenor could sense tension in the air as civil disobedience caused riots to break out in the streets and clashes with the local police forces were commonplace events. People went missing into the night never to be found again. And a new threat was rising, the Cult of N’Jal had found a dangerous stranglehold
of influence within the populace of the people. Graffiti depicting images of the dark goddess and words of propaganda were showing up on every corner of every street, many famous landmarks were desecrated in this fashion. The cultists were growing in number but none would betray the locations of their fellows. Even when facing certain death at the hands of the Knights of Dawn. As was a common practice during those days, Lorenor forged himself a new identity. A codename. A secret personality that only fellow members of the Cult of N’Jal would know. The name would inspire fear and respect whenever it was whispered by the locale populace.
And so, Lorenor fashioned himself an alternate identity when he ventured back into Corone. He worked to form a network of constituents working within the secret underground network of the cult of N’Jal. Finding great influence as a Spider Magi, the mutant found an unexpected place within the new Corone Empire. He found himself leading the cause of the rebellious cult. Members of all ages had gathered in large numbers to pay tribute to their goddess and rebel against society. It was in this situation that one Xanders Cobalt found himself within one day after many months in Corone. Xanders Cobalt had become a ranking officer within the cult of N’Jal which had also transformed into a group of rebels desperately fighting for freedom and attempting to get their land and country back. Located within a one of their many hidden structures in the Radasanthian slums district, Xanders Cobalt stared at the ceiling. He was in a plain bedroom looking up as he lay in the bed. He was completely alone. The bed was a single part of the bedroom. There was a wooden floor, walls, and ceiling. No paintings or anything of that sort decorated the walls. Only a single utility mirror lurked. There was a sink, a bathroom, a closet, and no windows as per Xander’s mysterious request. The mutant was vulnerable to the harmful effects of sunlight and ultra violet light and so refused to allow himself to remain in a room where there was light. Many found Xanders to be strange but acknowledged the Spider Magi’s request. Spider Magi’s were extremely influential within the cult. And it was ironic that Lorenor would become one of its high ranking leaders.
A knock on the door. Lorenor felt many individuals lurking behind the door. He was waiting for them to arrive. It was already ten thirty P.M. “Sir Cobalt. They are waiting for you. The Assembly is ready.” Hearing those words, Xanders sighed to himself and slid out of bed. He was already wearing his clothing. He’d gathered his gear. He’d left his infamous damascus long swords back in Salvar knowing that he couldn’t afford to give his identity away. Gathering his belongings, Xanders prepared himself to face the gathered Assembly. All of the influential leaders of the Cult of N’Jal in Radasanth were meeting that night. Xanders took exactly five minutes to get ready since he was habitually sleeping with his clothing on. He gathered his belongings, traveling pack, and single masterwork sword he’d purchased for himself through the cult’s connections to the bazaar. It was a single masterwork broadsword made out of dehlar. Xanders only carried his artifacts with him besides that, but kept those hidden. With a flowing red cloak that had no other markings, Xanders met the people at the door.
There were five of his fellows waiting for him.
“Sir Cobalt. They are ready.”
”Very well. Let us go see them then.”
(Continued from here (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?t=16593))
Present Day. Monday. April 1st. C.P. 1810
Time: 11:00 P.M.
Place: Radasanth Slum District.
Alive with activities, the daytime shops that had second and third shifts were beginning to close for the night. Folk charged with closing duties were busily sealing stores with the gates that warded all but the most skilled of thieves away from their precious wares. The realm of the daylight hours waxed and the realm of the night waned. A crescent moon, one eight's of the new moon was visible in the night sky. Some clouds lurked over head and the familiar star constellations were visible to those who cared about such matters. The streets were rapidly becoming scarce of activity as folk hurriedly made their way towards their homes. Many would not make it home that night. Placed under the harsh rule of martial law, the Inquisition roamed the streets of Radasanth. Any who disobeyed the current precedents that were in place were arrested and forced to face the terrible interrogation techniques employed by the Knights of Dawn. Even now, patrols of the Knights of Dawn busily searched the streets to ensure that those who didn't belong outside weren't. If there were individuals acting outside of their jurisdictional hours, these were promptly dealt with.
Radasanth was at war. And so the enemies of the state were harshly dealt with once they were located. This meant that anybody and everyone could become an enemy of the state. The word that they used to label such individuals was dissenters. Used as a an extension of the hatred of the Corone Empire, the Knights of Dawn funded a war against freedom of speech and freedom of religion. Most importantly, those that followed the old gods were promptly disposed of and viewed as a disease by the local authorities. Battles from self imposed enemies were waged every single day of the year. The followers of the All-Thayne were placed in particular jeopardy and forced to take their religious believes underground. Radasanth was no longer a land for the free people of Corone.
And so, the followers of the All-Thayne took their religion underground. All except one brazen group. The Monks of Ai’Bron. Defiantly following the old gods within the halls of their Citadel, the Monks were one of the few organizations that offered sanctuary to the religious order of the Thayne. The Monks continued their ways in direct defiance of authority. One cult in particular grew in strength. The Cult of N’Jal. People desperately looking for something to cling to found solace in worshipping the goddess of the darkness. Like wildfire, the cult spread through the slum district of Radasanthia, Where the Inquisition once worked to forever erase the cult from the face of Althanas, new temples were erected in secret locations. The populace had found a way to fight back against the perverse Knights of Dawn. Not only were they following the old gods, but they were now choosing to follow a particularly dangerous Thayne to follow. One that had been outlawed by the Knights of Dawn ages prior.
Where once statues were found headless and desecrated, new idols were created that the populace followed. This secret underground movement disturbed local authorities and many were chased down, but none talked. So the secrets remained out there. Frustration built in the hearts of the Knights of Dawn as they sought these cults out finding none of the new bases. Their old methods of interrogation were no longer working and people were willing to die for their precious freedom of religion. The dark goddess, N’Jal, found a way to get her revenge.
And it was so bittersweet.
~
It was during this tumultuous time period that Lorenor one day found himself back in Radasanthia. Having spent a considerable amount of time in the northern lands of Salvar, the mutant swore to himself that he would never return to the great city where he was considered an outlaw. An outlaw for following the old gods. An especially dangerous outlaw for following the dark goddess, N’Jal. Lorenor had to move with a secret identity when he returned to Radasanthia. The Salvarn lord purchased a steel mask for himself, masterwork in quality, and placed it around his head keeping the visor down at all times. He purchased a set of nobleman’s clothing that were different from the Salvarn clothing he was oft seen in. It was a combination of leather and vlince in the popular modern Radasanthia style. All throughout Corone a new renaissance was occurring. Art, cuisine, music, theater, all these things were changing to reflect the dangerous times. Politically inspired works of drama and literature were all the rage.
The times were dangerous indeed. Lorenor could sense tension in the air as civil disobedience caused riots to break out in the streets and clashes with the local police forces were commonplace events. People went missing into the night never to be found again. And a new threat was rising, the Cult of N’Jal had found a dangerous stranglehold
of influence within the populace of the people. Graffiti depicting images of the dark goddess and words of propaganda were showing up on every corner of every street, many famous landmarks were desecrated in this fashion. The cultists were growing in number but none would betray the locations of their fellows. Even when facing certain death at the hands of the Knights of Dawn. As was a common practice during those days, Lorenor forged himself a new identity. A codename. A secret personality that only fellow members of the Cult of N’Jal would know. The name would inspire fear and respect whenever it was whispered by the locale populace.
And so, Lorenor fashioned himself an alternate identity when he ventured back into Corone. He worked to form a network of constituents working within the secret underground network of the cult of N’Jal. Finding great influence as a Spider Magi, the mutant found an unexpected place within the new Corone Empire. He found himself leading the cause of the rebellious cult. Members of all ages had gathered in large numbers to pay tribute to their goddess and rebel against society. It was in this situation that one Xanders Cobalt found himself within one day after many months in Corone. Xanders Cobalt had become a ranking officer within the cult of N’Jal which had also transformed into a group of rebels desperately fighting for freedom and attempting to get their land and country back. Located within a one of their many hidden structures in the Radasanthian slums district, Xanders Cobalt stared at the ceiling. He was in a plain bedroom looking up as he lay in the bed. He was completely alone. The bed was a single part of the bedroom. There was a wooden floor, walls, and ceiling. No paintings or anything of that sort decorated the walls. Only a single utility mirror lurked. There was a sink, a bathroom, a closet, and no windows as per Xander’s mysterious request. The mutant was vulnerable to the harmful effects of sunlight and ultra violet light and so refused to allow himself to remain in a room where there was light. Many found Xanders to be strange but acknowledged the Spider Magi’s request. Spider Magi’s were extremely influential within the cult. And it was ironic that Lorenor would become one of its high ranking leaders.
A knock on the door. Lorenor felt many individuals lurking behind the door. He was waiting for them to arrive. It was already ten thirty P.M. “Sir Cobalt. They are waiting for you. The Assembly is ready.” Hearing those words, Xanders sighed to himself and slid out of bed. He was already wearing his clothing. He’d gathered his gear. He’d left his infamous damascus long swords back in Salvar knowing that he couldn’t afford to give his identity away. Gathering his belongings, Xanders prepared himself to face the gathered Assembly. All of the influential leaders of the Cult of N’Jal in Radasanth were meeting that night. Xanders took exactly five minutes to get ready since he was habitually sleeping with his clothing on. He gathered his belongings, traveling pack, and single masterwork sword he’d purchased for himself through the cult’s connections to the bazaar. It was a single masterwork broadsword made out of dehlar. Xanders only carried his artifacts with him besides that, but kept those hidden. With a flowing red cloak that had no other markings, Xanders met the people at the door.
There were five of his fellows waiting for him.
“Sir Cobalt. They are ready.”
”Very well. Let us go see them then.”