Ame Damnee Abaddon [READ FIRST] [MAJOR EVENT: Pride Precinct]

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Tales tell of a city in the far northeastern reaches of Oblitus, a haven of misfits with no other place in this forsaken land. Some call it Heaven, some call it Hell; but the reality of it all is that this metropolis is none other than The City of the Damned, Abaddon. 634 years ago on this exact date it came to fruition, and every year after an annual festival has been held to celebrate this very fact. The biggest citywide event of the year, it has come to be known as The Festival of Ethos, or Ethos for short. The two current leaders of the city – hailed as king and queen to some, but mere founders to others – oversee the Ethos every year, their immortal lives never failing to see them through every decade of death and rebirth to pass.


This city is where your journey begins; and possibly, where it will end. The day starts off at 7 in the morning, 5 hours before the Clock Tower will toll its mighty bell. All around the city, the chill of the winter air can be felt as Abaddon's citizens start their daily routines in preparation for the occasion. People of all races can be seen running around the slate-lined streets, flitting about to and fro as decorations are set up in all corners of the houses and buildings aligning the town square. Streamers of midnight blue and golden hue hang from the top of stone archways, casting their delicate shadows over the ground below. The Clock Tower has been done up with its own similar decorations, continuing to be worked on as some of the winged residents of the city take to wrapping it in various colored ornamentations. An extensive banner hangs below the clock itself, presenting the name of the festival in carefully-crafted calligraphy.


Those with color changing magic have set the fountain in the town square's water to periodically cycle through different shades of reds, pinks, yellows, blues, purples, etc, a fine sight to any travelers passing through today. From the view of the Clock Tower, one can see the Temple of Reverence looming tall and important not far from the central vicinity. Throughout the square the merchant's are setting up their goods on wooden stalls, counting their stores and setting their prices for the day to come. What seems to be most popular today are carnival foods to enjoy during the festival – candied apples, popsicles, shaved ice, chocolates, scones, roasted and peppered meats, and more. There are also a a few merchants selling little trinkets, such as small, feathered dreamcatchers and intricate figurines, like dolls for children to play with. Your usual games that involve popping balloons and testing your strength lie around here as well. There's a wheel of fortune to spin and earn money with luck, and even a supposed fortune teller's booth. There are also stalls catering to different races; things like fresh glasses of blood for vampires (who knows from where), and slabs of raw meat for lycanthropes.


Further into the city, one will pass by the residential neighborhood that surrounds the square, and the other buildings within. The Two Talismans Tavern lies to one side, a medium-sized building of weathered redwood advertising its inn, hot springs, and fresh drinks. The Residential Hall sits not far from it, where a short play will be hosted today in the theater, a silly show detailing what the people know of the historical events that went into the founding of the city. Few will be in the library today, but its doors are still open to all wanting to relax and retreat from the bustle of the day's festivities to sit and read a book. The hospital, or The Sanctuary, makes its own little appearance across the street, and will likely be getting an adequate amount of business today from all the rowdiness that will surely take place. Couples of all kinds sit on benches out here, laughing together and playing with their kids in the early morning.


And if you decide to go yet further into the city, you will be on the outskirts; The Fringe. Out here there are even less people, but the guards at the front gates today have doubled, and are letting travelers in with much caution. The massive Bellum Amphitheater serves as the main attraction in this lonely part of town, and will no doubt be hosting a bloody gladiatorial tournament later on in the day, to any who would find such a show enlightening. Yes, this is The City of the Damned in all of its glory, and tomorrow will bring a quieter day. But for now, the Ethos will be starting soon, and the preparations are coming along nicely under the careful guidance of The Envoys and their advisers. So, citizen, you may ask yourself this – what exactly are you doing?
 
Start of The Festival of Ethos
The Clock Tower


A swirling pink and purple portal opened in the middle of the Town Square, and out of it walked one of the founders of Abaddon herself, Lady Aeriseth. It closed afterwards, and on she continued, smiling and waving towards her subjects. Of course, the kind smile was false, and mocking contempt was hidden well beyond her bright golden eyes. "Citizens of Abaddon!" She called out, standing in front the clock tower and addressing her people. Alexander was never one for the job, especially since he hated being out during the day. And the woman would be lying if she said that she was enjoying having to start this humdrum event every single year. But it was customary, and she did appreciate all of the attention and admiring looks.

"Today we hold The Festival of Ethos, in celebration of 634 years since the founding of this beautiful and prosperous city. It has been a long time, and we have only grown and continued to improve and flourish since its founding. Many lives have been lost, and many children have been born. Today we honor both these things; the lives and deaths of the many wonderful citizens who have populated the city and contributed such beautiful things, as well as the many more who will one day live here as well. I thank you all for taking the time to be out here today and participate in this festival as an active member of the community. May the day be blessed with good fortune, and may all residents - old and new - find a true home here in Abaddon. Let the festival begin!"

After the speech, Aeriseth threw her hands into the air with a wide grin. As if on cue, right when her arms shot up into the sky, a bunch of colorful fireworks could be seen rising and popping above the Clock Tower. As always, those with fire magic practiced and prepared for the display that would happen every year. They created such fantastic shapes, and at the end of it all was 'Long Live Abaddon' in bright, fiery letters, popping magnificently against the cloudy gray of the sky. Now the festival could officially commence, and after the numerous 'oooh's' and 'ahhh's' of the crowd, people started to chatter loudly and laugh as their voices rose and filled the silence. The stalls began to fill up with customers, and more and more people were coming out of their houses and shops to enjoy the festivities. As for The Temptress, she brought her arms down, smirking as she watched the crowd file past her. It was all a bunch of hot air coming from her mouth, but what could she say? She was very good at making people believe her lies.

Oh well. On a day like today, there will be no shortage of victims to toy with. Letting out a giggle, she walked off from the center of the crowd, her full hips swaying from side to side. Perhaps she might watch a few acts of entertainment as well. A tightrope walker could be seen above the masses even now, beginning her careful routine. Surely there was something to gain from these weak-minded fellows, after all.
 
Galizur, as played by Meliodas


The Clock Tower
Town Square


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When would they listen? Galizur grew almost queasy as the crowd gathered around the two Envoy’s, smiles on their faces in light of the rare opportunity they were being granted. It was rare to see the pair out in the open, so everyone was eager to push to the front to witness the soiree as it unfolded. With music in the air, courtesy of the bard, Eddie, the vibe couldn’t have been more pleasant. Everyone seemed energized, clapping their hands and stomping their feet, swaying from side to side. At once, everyone seemed to find a partner as the mood shifted, everyone oblivious to what was right below their feet.

Rushing forward, Galizur shoved Aeriseth and Alexander aside, putting every bit of strength he could muster into it as he attempted to send them flying back. It was only moments after that the ground beneath Galizur’s feet split open, fire spewing out from below as the divide widened – with Galizur falling through. The ground seemed to shake as two colossal hands made of stone reached out, gripping the earth as it pulled itself out from the depths of Hell itself. Clambering to its feet, the creature was enormous. With chains wrapped around most of its body, its molten skin, as if reacting to the air, melted the shackles.

It had to have been at least twenty feet high while weighing a ton. Roaring into the sky, the clouds seemed to part in an instant as the sun shined through, its divine light beating down onto the town square below. Opening one of its gargantuan mitts, Galizur peaked through, defenseless in the monster’s grasp…
 

The Clock Tower
Town Square

The golem hardly seemed interested in the citizens, even as some tossed rocks at it, and others seemed prepared to focus their rage squarely on it. Instead, it had what it wanted, with Galizur in one hand and its other reaching for the Envoys. Of course, the citizens would have their hands full because the rocks beneath their feet began to rattle, stones pooling into place as the ground upheaved. Stone golems slowly began rising from the earth, creatures of varying size – though none of which came anywhere close to the golem that had its hands around Galizur. They were much smaller but big enough to become a nuisance as they began to terrorize the city.
 
The golem’s body appeared to collapse, crumbling into nothing more than a smoldering pile of rocks. Any of the other smaller golems that remained seemed to do the same, falling apart and returning to the earth from whence they came. Around the same time, the clouds slowly crossed over the sun, and The City of the Damned returned to the same cold, gloomy state one could expect for that time of the year. Even in victory, however, there were always costs…
 
With Galizur’s big mouth on full display, it didn’t take long for nearby denizens to pick up on the information concerning the Daemon’s Cradle disappearance. However, as the information traveled from one person to the next, the story seemed to change every time…
 
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