Doomsday

Airrenfas 13th Month; Xeven 13thDay; Jezebeqe Second day of the week; Zesbiiran Sign: Ssiirm/Ëdönil. Under the triple Tsayan tree signs

• Nocturnal Nueuju

• Passion Plesne

• Coquettish Caaphépeathë

At Midnight; Under rarest 13 full blood moons during the once ever 5000 year Serpent Storm & Doomsday meteor showers In the season of the Ravishing Rusgethii Queen, Relmondraa.

Temple of Shesiila Berdaad ~ Birthing Cavern

The darkness of the evening sky over Farrador is lit up with the glow of the thirteen full Blood moons and the blazing brightness of the intermittent flashes of falling stars, illuminating the eleven massive, round towers surround and dominate the skyline of this massive palace, they reach twice the height of the walls and are connected by enormous, wide walls made of thulnnite a light green jade-like stone. Large ornate windows are scattered generously around the walls in seemingly perfect symmetry, along with huge crenelations for archers and artillery.

An elaborate gate with broad ibranium plated iron, a draw bridge gives a safe place to rest in this desert stronghold.

Chanting could be heard throughout the stronghold as noble Consort Harala Ilusaisa Sharrairra Enhadya Lindòthwë Sussuil the Seductress and Warlock of Qhadiira struggled to bring her baby into the world. As the queen labored to give birth she is graced with the presence of three otherworldly dignitaries, Meönató the Primordial Goddess of the Dragons, and Raalyaa’lûnaalya the Radiant Goddess of the Phoenixes and the Overlady Shesiila Berdaad Queen of the Deansera of the thirteen realms and Goddess of the Coatls.

Meönató begins to chant an ancient draconic dialect.

Raalyaa’lûnaalya adds her voice in chant. Shesiila Berdaad looks on a smirk twisting her lush lips

“One more push, Your Majesty”

“I can’t too tired” sweat plastered her ruby and grey hair to her head. “Yes, you can Ainnenai” Drirradil Lord of the thirteenth realm of Henar stated while massaging Harala’s back and shoulders adding his voice to the chanting. Harala gives one more push.

“It’s a girl a beautiful baby girl.” The midwife takes the infant and baths her in scented waters and blesses her with sacred incense wrapping the baby silken blankets and presents her to the guardians of the north, south, east, and west.

“You remember your pact?” Shesiila Berdaad asked as flower petals rained down covering the baby and her parents.

Harala looked indifferently into the uvarlaite eyes of her daughter wanting to be rid of her indiscretion.

“I remember our pact, but my husband the Sirdel of Qhadiira can never know about this inconvenience” Harala hissed placing the infant on the cold stone altar. Shesiila Berdaad placed a multitude of glowing Oyss orbs around the infant merging the orbs with her a kaleidoscope of colors dances around the infant for several minutes then disappears along with the Overlady.

Out of the shadows stepped Abbess Neleh Ziezwe Mampe the Procuress of Pirnembe of the Abbey of Forbidden Pleasures a Sûnjalese Mûnjsul woman of Zesbiiri and Rusgethii ancestry. Standing well over 6 feet tall bronze skin glistening in the chamber's incandescent lighting has a frightening feel about her. From her phthalo emerald locs swept into a towering topknot to her glacial quinacridone rose serpentine eyes to a myriad of moles across her cheeks. The moss and bronze silken qimetoub did little to soften this feel.

Motioning to her companion she walks toward Harala

“Here is your asking price.”

Harala takes the offered pouches not bothering to check their contents.

Namrehiel gathers up the nameless newborn, who begins to cry. And just like that Harala sold her daughter into the Soft Trade without a second thought.

18 Years later

48ABV After the Battle of Vauciira

Annubenu City Poneia Vauciira 

Poneian Sultanate Dipalesa Palace

 Betrothal Feast & Iddove: the Silk Cotton Tree Festival

The grand ballroom was resplendently draped in costly silks dyed onyx and amethyst and garnet decorated with Obsidian Gold and Obsidian Silver filigree scented with rare and exotic resins from across the protectorate and beyond the decor oddly enough flattered the coloring of the Pampered Paramour and Emissary of the Jackal Lord and new bride of the Daerolth Overlord Draz’gunaal Sagdran Xiixaas of the Kasaman Sultanate.

She sat between the God-King Kotsi Impisi the Jackal Lord and her husband. 

An eerily beautiful and seductive Ved’mashra Vaiavaucanaya with almond-shaped swirling incandescent magenta Uvarlaite glowing like two jewels deep-set with slanted slit pupils shades of metallic magenta and rose gold sparked in their intense depths. Each iris is ringed in black Mystitrel &purple Tourmaline. Her Shimmering thick coiled Kejourou–like prehensile the color of Ifëtäyo bloom and Moonflame flashing with kaleidoscopic lightening throughout reminding one of the Qenanawen Kandaake of the second golden age, swept the ground behind her from a Qenanawen sigil printed headwrap matching her qimetoub to perfection and showcased her dual crown-like horns; one set originating from where her eyebrows should have been and the other along her hairline etched with ancient Qenanawen and Draconic runes, lacquer a pearly Moonflame today added to her otherworldly looks. Her long pointed prehensile ears were pierced and rare jewels hung from them. From her sensual lush lips protruded dainty dual orc-like lower fangs. 

 Her ridiculously tall voluptuousness brings to mind images of the ravishing Raksasi and Yaksini of Jherran mythology and steamy nights of passion. Her skin a deep rich infernal-kissed Ilnairu and Selriailalile with slightly darker draconic scales down her sides has an eerie purplish cast to it, but the blood flowing beneath it seems to glow like ley lines; with an overall iridescent and magenta-colored bioluminescent sigils from a long lost but not forgotten civilization and vanquished foes cover her lush body. 

 Her heart-shaped face has an eerily inhuman cast played up with elaborate eye cosmetics. Her feet resembling hooves more than anything else lacquered and bejeweled and her six-fingered hands sported heavily lacquered and jeweled claw-like nails and the enchanted ImmortalSouls Ruby Heart ring. 

 Her voluptuousness was shown to perfection in garnet, amethyst, and ebony diaphanous silken vintage qimetoub and a slightly darker veiled cloak both embroider with fiendish and infernal runes, tiny silver bells, and red and purple tourmaline. Around her neck hung her bridal gift the enchanted ImmortalSouls Ruby heart locket.

 7 Years Later

 Zaualya, Kasama~ Xiixaas Imperial Palace

 The portent had been screaming at her for days now and she had a very bad feeling about all of this. 

 Qharinil is laid propped up on a pile of plush pillows as her pregnant belly is adorned with sigils of protection by her Lady in Waiting, as Draz’gunaal plays with their 3-year-old twins. Two other ladies in waiting sat across the room engaged in an intense game of seineti with one of the personal guards watching and enjoying savory tidbits while their 5-year-old twins curled up next to their mother. 

 “Liege, General” V’nnacus rushes into the opulent chamber. His bronzed armor dusty and dented and a trickle of blood oozed from a wound at his temple matting his mahogany and copper-tipped hair.

 “Yes.” They answered in unison. 

 “We are under attack, enemy forces are preparing to lay siege” His cyan gray eyes met Draz’gunaal’s metallic ones.

 “What does that asinine male want?” The annoyance was clear in her voice.

 “What he can’t have Ainnenai? Nothing and no one will hurt you or our children” Draz’gunaal stated kissing her trembling lips tenderly and kneels in front of her and kisses her stomach. “You and the children go deep into the tunnels and wait for my signal. 

 “Noi’yo’Ara” Qharinil murmured.

 “Noi’yo’Ara, Ainnenai”….

 The palace compound and much of the affluent city is littered with destruction, gore, and bodies. Blood flows like torrential rivers into the canals and runs through the streets. Sanguine shades are the new colors of what was once a sophisticated city, which has now become the stage of a bloody hellacious battle.

 The air which would normally be soft and carry a gentle breeze scented with gardenia and jasmine is now merely a canvas for the stench of death and the cries of the dying, enough to make even the bravest tremble in fear. Still, Draz’gunaal and his elite guard battled onward.

 The Kasama army and the Ceongan invaders engaged in this deadly battle because the twisted High King was obsessed with having another man’s mate and blinded by his greed, there's no hint of which side will win. The dead and wounded of each side are abundant and lay in heaps around the city even out into the surrounding jungle, and the faces of the warriors are hopeful with their muscles tense and anxious and weapons clenched in their hands, they carry out their orders in a tough relentless fight. The scent of blood hung heavy in the air drawing jungle predators close.

 With the chaos of battle concealing any sense of victory or defeat both sides courageously fight on with the hope of being the stronger side. Some have succumbed to fatigue and are sleeping amid debris, rubble, and their wounded, while others fight by only focusing on their enemy and not the carnage around them.

 The toll on both nature and humanity is unimaginable. It'll likely take lifetimes before this land recovers if it recovers. It is clear blood and debris have taken the place of temples, houses, and marketplaces.

 The Empress’ guards are soon brutally overrun by the enemy they slaughter without a second or first thought for that matter, blood lust having taken complete control of the Ceongan assailants. Until they came face to face with the Harbinger of Chaos and Death valiantly fighting and protecting her charges, knowing surrender is not an option, and death being preferable to the alternative as if their enemies would offer an alternative.

 The first to fall was Lady in Waiting Princess Osóró of Zemere. The next to fall Lady in Waiting Kissésë of Isebo

 The assailants drag the bloody and battered Kandaake from the palace still fighting to call down lightning upon her enemies and raising small erupting volcanoes filling the air with thick hot ash; bring down a shower of small meteors summoning an ambush of angry tiguars, until she is knocked unconscious and taken away by a squad of Ceongan warriors back toward the portal, the ambush of tiguars stalking them ….

The roar of anguish at the abduction of his mate and their children struck dread into all who heard it. His rage spoke to the earth and she answered. The terrified mercenaries, wishing to appease the angered gods did the unthinkable, they slit her throat with a silver dagger and cast the pregnant empress’ body into a ravine near the border, and flee for they had bought themselves the eternal hatred and vengeance of an immortal. 

This cataclysm, turns the tide in the favor of the Kasaman and the Aqqunean reinforcements, victorious but at what cost?