Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Mintinca

Tiko

Draconic Administrator/Mentor
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as written by Tiko

The moon sat high in the night sky as it illuminated the sprawling pyramids of Mintinca, and long shadows crept through the stone streets and arcaic buildings. The Holy City of the Tal'asan was a spectacle to behold with the rising of the sun, but cast in darkness it held an almost decrepit eeriness to it on this night. The surrounding jungles that cloaked it from the outside world had fallen silent in the wake of murderous intentions.

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The Tal'asan were once a vast civilization claiming dominion over much of the Arteghian rainforests, but their great society fell to foreigners from across the seas, when after a violent and bloody conflict, many of their cities were destroyed. Nahuatl, an albino naga foretold to be their salvation, gathered the remaining Tal'asan together for a pilgrimage far into southern Ungarra. It was there that they found a new home within the lost city of Mintinca, the equivalent of their 'holy city' which had been built around and named after the ancient temple of Mintincua. Nahuatl swore to protect the remaining Tal'asan for as long as they remained within Mintinca, and from there they retreated from the world.

Historically Tal'asan worshiped the gods of nature - especially that of the sun and rain - and were known to partake in the practice of ritual sacrifices. Their leaders, the High Priests, also served as their societal leaders, resulting in many strict religious laws. The High Priests were typically viewed as nothing short of divine themselves, and sacrificing of blasphemers who would speak against them was a common practice. In modern days the practice of ritual sacrifice has been outlawed, but it still exists among cult groups and devout followers of the old ways. These Tal'asan look to Nahuatl's male counterpart, Venomagia, a herald of destruction. It is their belief that Venomagia will be the cleansing fire that reclaims their ancestral lands once more.

The cleansing fire that sought to take light on this night within the heart of Mintinca.

'Venomagia!'

The cries rang out over the sound of steel clashing with steel as Tal'asan fell upon Tal'asan with zealous fervor.

Their numbers were few but they had infilitrated the city beneath the cover of darkness and moved cloaked through its streets unhindered in their path towards the temple, Mintincua. It was here that they had struck, leaving a bloody trail in their wake as they sought to push into the temple before proper resistance could be mustered. Priests of Nahuatl were cut down without mercy and left to bleed out upon the cold stone alongside the temple guards as the intruders pushed onward.
 
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as written by Lobos

The religious fervor of the two sides of Arteghia was as fierce and bloody as ever conflict born from differing worship, and just as blind to that which existed outside of it's boundaries. A shadow approached within the darkness, wings rustling the canopy as it swept inland in a low, swift flight.

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The focused fury of the cultists clashed against the steadfast resolve of Nahuatl's devout in a red-washed struggle. But with the surprise and momentum of the Tal'asan of Venomagia's ilk, the scales of balance were tipped in their favor, enough that the initial resistance was overcome amidst flashing steel, and relentless pressure. Sweeping into the temple, blood and spirits high with triumph close enough to be all but assured, the cultists breached the inner sanctum, eager to claim the precious icon within for their god.

Their opposed kin braced themselves within, the last line of defense. Creation against destruction, ideals opposed. One had to succeed, and the other fail here.

And so none were prepared when the alternative decided to quite literally smash into the scene.

Wedge-shaped head and broad chest pulverized stone against reinforced bone and arcane alloys, the ragged body of a corpse walking following in a manner serpentine. Crashing into the closing expanse between the two facets of holy war, gleaming sockets perceived the shock and confusion, the stumbling slow of those charging, the reeling of those defending. The simple act of billowing his colossal wings against the tides cleared the space around him, spines grating against the granite floor with rending shrieks and showers of sparks, the impacts of the elves bodies against his own like cottonballs striking iron plating, flinging warriors and guards aside. To sail through the air, many landing broken or dying, a few merely stunned and bruised. With a single act, momentum was stolen, a paralyzed atmosphere froze the witnesses to this monster, so brutally desecrating this holy sanctum, so cruelly halting a zealous crusade.

If Butcher had been the type, now would have been perfect to gloat. As it were...

A sweep of his head and a maw yawned open, and a rush of cold and ice flashed a line across the chamber, neatly bisecting with a line of torn stone and ice barricading those Tal'asan from penetrating deeper, while a tail sweeping across the opposite side casually swept aside those in his way, indifferent to those he might kill or maim in the process with either. Continuing the twist, a few steps took the Servant to the altar, his augmented sight allowing him to see the trinket he had been sent here to claim.

A knife, crude in manufacture, but strangely charming nonetheless, but its gleam told him of the powers invested within it. That such a prize lay rotting in this decrepit place, in the hands of the lesser beings he had swatted aside, was galling, yet he swallowed the rage, suppressing the inferno as he carefully seized the ceremonial knife between a pair of sword-long talons. Wedging the artifact between a pair of fangs, the dragon cast a glare about the chamber, letting the natural aura of fear billow from him as an oppressive cloud of despair, flaring his wings, rearing and flexing his talons, all the more to petrify the surviving witnesses to this brazen theft and embedding the primal terror into their short-lived hearts.

Then Butcher merely lunged forward and leaped, tearing more of the structure apart as he burst through the gap of his entrance, snapping his wings free to wing skyward, trailing dust and debris for a time as he left Mintinca behind.
 
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