Ancient's End (October Player RP Event)

The time of the great cold was approaching Imuchakk, only recently had the spawning times of the Rampaging Unicorns finished and now the step winter time was approaching though it couldn’t really be called winter in a permanent land of frost, ice and snow, the Imuchakk did not care for this climate however they could easily shake off the cold with little worry to themselves.

Though the time that was approaching now was a time important to them and there people a time, what was coming was a time of great reflection, remembrance and celebration of past legends and warriors of Imuchakk, to tell the stories of those whom had passed from the land of the living and onto the land of the dead.

Some would take this time to pay respects to those that they love or those of their bloodlines that had fallen through the years leaving tributes at or near the locations of where those that they knew or aspired to had fallen, though this was not the main part of this celebration.

The main festivities would begin, it could be called a party they would celebrate and drink in till the end of those days and embrace there brothers and sisters in arms and revel and celebrate in stories and myths that burned through the generations, it was an event like no other the lanterns of the homesteads of the Imuchakk would burn throughout the night as celebrations continued without abate.

Maybe the young Imuchakk that adventure out will one day have their stories told around the tables at these celebrations they would have to see, they would have to tell their stories and see how their legacy.

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The Fires and Lanterns burned deep as the sun sank down and the night began to crawl across the land, those whom had been hunting or fishing had returned for the night and were coming back to a glinting array of burning lights, this Village was the village of the Destroyer, the main seat of her power and it was closing on a time for celebration.

Those of every generation would be there around the many banquet tables that had been brought out between the homes that made up the homesteads in the middle a large pyre like fire burned in the moonlight, the adults and adolescents partook in drinking games and there loud voices filled the area, the elders of the Imuchakk told stories of past heroics and deeds of theirs and others and the younglings of the Imuchakk could be found running around playing during the festivities or listening to the stories of the elders.

Not far from the expanded homestead that made up the Demolishers village was The Hall of Ancient’s, the building itself led to an expanse of closed off ice tunnels, inside here was many artefacts or marks of legacy to those of old the most famous of the Imuchakk, the oil pyre’s outside it burned in a constant hum and during these days some Imuchakk would be seen walking towards it carrying tributes to be left to the Ancient’s Hall, these would either be burnt as offering for their heroics or be used by the Imuchakk that maintained these hall’s to keep them in the condition they were for generations to come…..

The Huntsman was a being that was far from socialable, he would watch from afar it was a good way to study the people that he lived on this icepack with, his knowledge of humanoids was very little, he avoided conflict with them at all costs, his last time in conflict with humans involved an extreme amount of running, though they did die in the same way that animals did they were far more unpredictable in their nature, though there was way to follow what they were doing it was hard to understand why they would carry out such events for such a long period of time.

Though animals did mourn the loss of their broods or brethren, the way these imuchakk did so was rather odd to him, they had their own quirks about it and would mention those long past, the stories that they told things that one such as himself would wonder if they were the truth or if they were myths, the mention of creatures that intrigued him, it could be said it was more of a learning experience though the Huntsman would avoid being spotted at all costs it would be a serious dishonour to him to be discovered in the very least.

One’s pride can be damaged by many things…..

It was that time again, the pointless banquet in Imuchakk Village that require the elder member to share their greatness. The blue haired woman remembered clearly about that time when her old man need to share his own greatness, she remembered how he told the youngster about his tale, telling all the great side of him and made all the audience awed with him. If only they knew that he was a rotten old man who was not a great father despite of him being a great warrior of Imuchakk that gained him that title, ‘The Mighty Barbarian of Imuchakk’. She scoffed, ‘Mighty my arse… He is just a stinky old man…’

Like it was not enough to annoy her, some villagers often looked at her with a pity look, giving a pointless empathy towards her as if she was suffering because of her father’s dead. Well, he was not dead in her opinion, he was just being prisoned inside the ice and just because there was no way to release him from the ice, they considered that he was dead. Some even shared about the tale of Hinanawi and it only made the woman let out a sigh before sipping her booze, too annoyed to hear about it. She did enjoyed the festival though, all the food and all the drinks that were available for her to enjoy and also the lively vibe emitted from the villagers who were enjoying the festival themselves. Lilithia wondered if she would be up there and told her stories about her greatness in the future, but no... when she got the chance to go for adventure, there might be no chance for her to come back to the Imuchakk Village again because she would be too happy to keep going in the adventure.

When she thought it was pretty late for her, Lilithia took her leave, patting her friend’s back before excusing herself. But she didn’t want to go home yet, she wanted to see that old man’s condition for a while. So the blue haired woman made her way towards the tomb, entering the quiet area to be far away from the liveliness of the festival. She needed some peaceful time for herself… or perhaps she would find someone who was seeking a peaceful time too on her way to the icy tomb? Perhaps…

The huntsman observed the imuchakk some with more sombre faces or those whom headed to the tombs and graves of their folk of old, though he had decided it was right for himself to conduct a ceremony of his own, to give thanks to the spirits of the wild that grant him a huntsman of the wilds, the ability to hunt such abundant and challenging creatures.

The offering would be placed in the place, he felt was right and the creature of the wild would take upon its bounty the ability for them to feed on the gift of the wilds, anything may partake from it, though it would be placed in the darkness and no light would be placed around it than the light of the stars, the moon and the sun when it rose once again.

The huntsman meditated before his offering to the wilds giving himself some time to consider the world and the recent events of his recent life since the last time he had provided an offering and the path he would be taken on next…