Aftermath of Heliohapt [Private]

OOC:

The following is a brief synopses of the aftermath of the events that took place with Heliohapt, as well as what the events of the Heliohapt nation are discussed and known of by the people in general. This will be several posts in length.

P.M. Garret if you would like to post here in order to discuss details of what your post would be about. At this point, it would have to be something large scale that would effect the actions of many. Otherwise, look forward to the thread being open for the next event, which won't have the same 'scale' requirement that I had mentioned in the sentence just before~


BIC:


The Pharaoh had died, buried beneath rubble while choking on a manjuu without any chance for help. With the loss of a leader, someone had to step forward and take action in order to ensure the people were able to lead their day-to-day lives. In order to make sure that life, as they knew it, could move on. The High Priests of the Gods Ra and Anubis sent forth messengers in order to give news to their new Pharaoh, informing him of his father's death. They would have to wait until he arrived.

While they waited, however, it was up to the High Priests of the Gods to manage the city until such a time as the new Pharaoh, descendent of the gods, took his rightful place amongst their people. There were 5 High Priests from the various temples of Anubis and Ra that were upon the forefront of running the city and its people. Garai, High Priest of Ra in the Grand Central Temple who lead the council. Akhenaten, High Priest of Anubis in the Grand Central Temple who worked towards maintaining daily peace. Khaldun, High Priest of Ra in the Southern Temple provided a great deal of suggestions and discourse while the High Priests made decisions on how to handle various matters. Musin, High Priest of Ra in the Northern Temple maintains the military of the city. Seth, High Priest of Anubis in the Northern Temple watched over the markets and their trade.

A heavy atmosphere of sorrow and grief lingered in the wake of the destruction that had occurred only days ago. Where houses and loved ones had stood not even a week ago, there was now nothing as if some cruel void had snatched them away. Yakuroro had spent the last few days looking for his adoptive son, but his eyes found only the emotionally beaten populous and the weight of their despair settled heavily on his mind. Some shed tears for the loss of their leader, the great Pharaoh, who seemed loved by all. Some mourned for the loss of closer souls. Friends, family...sons and daughters. The destruction the possessed child had wrought across the city took all indiscriminately. Unable to find his own adoptive chimera of a son, Akatetsu, Yakuroro was fearful that the baby bonehead had been among the deceased despite having found evidence to suggest otherwise. But the Blue Magician held onto hope recognizing the importance of doing so. Alas, finding strength for himself would not be enough...

There were many grieving citizens gathered around one of the larger scenes of devastation where the buildings and land had been removed as if erased from existence. A small memorial had since been erected at its center where several people had come to cry or pray. From a nearby abandoned building, Yakuroro activated his djinn equip in a solemn voice and wrapped himself in invisibility as he stepped out of the second story window and flew several meters above ground coming to stop just over the shrine dedicated to the dead. The unseen King Vessel's eyes scanned the large crowd of pious folk and rose his greatsword as a wave of magoi surged through his body along with a sensation of righteousness that told him that this was the right thing to do even though any who knew the truth of it might condemn it as blasphemy.


Those with their heads down in prayer would soon find themselves looking up as a commotion spread throughout the throng of people. A shroud of dark mist would begin to spread and from it, a pair of 10m tall figures rose. Back to back, two large illusions in the likeness of Ra and Anubis emerged, one golden as the sun he embodies and the other a cold dark blue like the icy grip of death.

The illusory deities looked down over their people and the two began rotating in place so all who were present would find themselves under the eyes of both gods. It was a slow turn as if each individual present was being given the time of their own unique visual exchange. The first to speak was Anubis, the gods voice sounding faded and warped as though many spoke through him.

"Son and Daughters of Heliohapt...We are sorry for you loss. Do not worry for I have ensured that every soul that was taken by the demon has been recovered and weighed. All who passed during the festival have come to find peace and rest in paradise without exception."

Further words of reassurance would then come from Ra, his own voice much more clear and booming.

"Death and Creation have always been two sides of the same coin. For all our power what has been done can not be unwritten. But with great loss there shall be equal bounty. Stand, O' people of our descendant's country! Look forward to a future where the pain of today is a foundation for creation tomorrow! Rebuild your country into greatness like it has never known before!"

The two gods then shone brightly with a blinding light before fading away leaving no trace that they had even been there in the first place aside from the memories left behind in the countless people who had been present.

With his job complete, Yakuroro flew back into the abandoned building and disengaged his djinn equip before turning to look out of the window to see the peoples reactions.

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Spoiler:

When the gods appeared the people were stunned. Looks of sheer reverence fell upon the face of many, and they immediately went to the ground and bowed in respect for the gods Anubis and Ra. The Priests were among the first that had shown their respect for the heavenly beings. Listening to the words of these gods, the crowd's spirits were slightly uplifted. White Rukh began to flow out and about the group. Their faith in fate and their faith in their religion being substantiated greatly by the appearance of the two gods. It was a silent and momentous occasion.

The Priests began immediately sending out messengers to the various High Priests, informing them of the situation. The closest High Priest available was High Priest Garai who, upon arrival, immediately designated the place a Holy Ground, next to which a new temple would be created. The many of the people were in very high spirits.

From the crowd came two men; a young looking warrior alongside a top-hat wearing fellow. The High Priest saw the warrior, and immediately bowed. "People of Heliohapt! Garai shouted, claiming the attention of many. "The son of our late Pharaoh, soon to be our newly crowned Pharaoh, has made his appearance!"

Prince:

Top-Hat Gentleman:

"I am Ramses Nikedaius Massri II, and this is my appointed Vizier; Gilbert, who has guided me and taught me various things of the other country's ways. It is my hope that I may govern my people and lead them to prosperity!"
The prince introduced himself to the people, explaining that he was there for them now, in their time of need, to lead them to brighter future while simultaneously naming his Vizier. Some of the black Rukh that had been floating about aimlessly began to slowly change back over to white. The only strange thing was the black Rukh that floated about the man named Gilbert; it did not change back.

Nobody there had an inkling that the prince before them was an imposter.

-----------Elsewhere, in the Marketplaces------------


The Markets and plazas were beginning to show signs of progress in repairs. There were rumors about, however. Rumors about a great many things. Some said that the cause of this destruction was a mere child who seemed possessed by some kind of demon. Some whispered that there were Magicians that confessed of a man who went by the name 'Jagang', forcing the Magicians to work with him and creating explosives. There were also rumors of the escaped slaves being led by a group of Fanalis, desperately making their way to Reim.

There were other rumors, fantastical and filled with hope that followed these rumors that caused hatred, sadness and despair in the hearts of many of the people of Heliohapt. Rumors of a compassionate masked man who had lead many people in the resulting chaos of the slaves escaping. Rumors of a destructive battle between two Imuchakk, the Great Asisiak and Asisiak's warrior, against a giant dark demon. There were also rumors of a Kou Prince's appearance, causing the hearts of some of the young women to flutter.

The newest rumor of the Gods appearance, as well as the return of their prince and soon-to-be anointed Pharaoh, burst throughout the market places in a joyous occasion.


An old man with a gnarled staff and a hood covering his face looked over the busy marketplace with a dark smile. "Lance... Lance was it?" the old man chuckled before turning around, disappearing into the crowd.