The Hagikire of Lycaonai
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Thread Topic: The Hagikire of Lycaonai
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Lycaonai trekked down the side of the mountain in hot Kzaal'thalis. Banished three times already by Semeal, the kovaal risaadh (iron ruler) of Muraka's 'Urmae regime, for speaking out against his dictatorial policies, he was not looked upon fondly in 'Urmae territory or in territories conquered by Mhaengar Dubakia of the Juurmae regime that Semeal was in cahoots with. Mhaengar was a monstrosity, rounding up millions to die if they did not meet his standards, and Semeal was equal in vileness, such that they created the Jarang-Hae Alliance of 4213. Lycaonai was first banished to Zhemai, a cold wasteland, but then moved to Xa Meikh, a jungle, when oil was discovered in Zhemai. The Juurmae regime then conquered Xa Meikh for its rubber trees and jewel deposits, so Lycaonai was banished, once more, to the desert of rocks and large arachnids known as Kzaal'thalis.
Lycaonai believed corrupt governments, like Semeal's Duma, were wrong. He wanted wealth equality and democracy, not a handout dictatorship. Lycaonai had been a leader, a strategist, a revolutionary, and now here he was hungry and rather pitifully looking for a place to sleep. He then met a woman on the side of the shattered road.
"Would you like to stay with us?"
Lycaonai hated to ask for help, but he accepted. The woman led him to her home in the rocks.
A modest adobe home. Not impressive, but certainly much more than Lycaonai had. He thanked the woman and passed out on a pile of goat feed.
Lycaonai awoke to a goat impatiently headbutting him, trying to obtain a bite. He moved and the goat eagerly munched away at the feed.
A man then confronted him with a goblet full of rosy blood wine. Only the finest, rosy blood wine imported from Omegh'yar. The Omegans knew how to make a wine flavored like roses and blood work, and by the Bakota Nhaar Crystals did it work. He took the wine with gladness and proceeded into the room.
The man decided to talk with Lycaonai. Politics, news, Semeal. After taking a long break with the man, he said he would be right back to get more cheese cubes and lynx meat. The woman kept Lycaonai distracted.
The man called for Lycaonai to help him decide what to bring next with the food. Lycaonai agreed, and unwittingly searched for a nonexistent flower. The man pulled out his sharp sickle, the hagijaka. Hagijaka was an assassination weapon designed by the old ones, the tribes before the fracture. It served well to cull those who dissented, who broke systems, who caused fractures. It would serve its purpose yet again, to vaporize Lycaonai and his blasphemies.
The assassin crept up behind Lycaonai. The blade readied, he braced himself for gore. All in the name of Semeal. He swung.
The blade seemed effective. It was lodged in the skull, and the target was not moving. The man jerked on the handle, but to no avail, as the hagijaka was stuck deep inside the bone.
The slayer walked away, pleased with his work. He was about to alert Semeal that the job was finished when Lycaonai turned his head nearly 180 degrees, and with an animal snarl pulled the hagijaka out of his head and charged the man. The blade worked well this time, as it cut a swath across his neck and blood stained Lycaonai's eyes. Eventually, however, the injury took effect, and Lycaonai fell to the ground into a pool of the killer's as well as his own blood. His resistance over, the revolution slain, Lycaonai simply slid into death with no protest. He was dead, and with that, Semeal proceeded to dig the very grave of Muraka as Lycaonai was lowered into a cold grave himself. -
b----. It didn't include the paragraphing.
Lycaonai trekked down the side of the mountain in hot Kzaal'thalis. Banished three times already by Semeal, the kovaal risaadh (iron ruler) of Muraka's 'Urmae regime, for speaking out against his dictatorial policies, he was not looked upon fondly in 'Urmae territory or in territories conquered by Mhaengar Dubakia of the Juurmae regime that Semeal was in cahoots with.
Mhaengar was a monstrosity, rounding up millions to die if they did not meet his standards, and Semeal was equal in vileness, such that they created the Jarang-Hae Alliance of 4213. Lycaonai was first banished to Zhemai, a cold wasteland, but then moved to Xa Meikh, a jungle, when oil was discovered in Zhemai. The Juurmae regime then conquered Xa Meikh for its rubber trees and jewel deposits, so Lycaonai was banished, once more, to the desert of rocks and large arachnids known as Kzaal'thalis.
Lycaonai believed corrupt governments, like Semeal's Duma, were wrong. He wanted wealth equality and democracy, not a handout dictatorship. Lycaonai had been a leader, a strategist, a revolutionary, and now here he was hungry and rather pitifully looking for a place to sleep.
He then met a woman on the side of the shattered road.
"Would you like to stay with us?"
Lycaonai hated to ask for help, but he accepted. The woman led him to her home in the rocks.
A modest adobe home. Not impressive, but certainly much more than Lycaonai had. He thanked the woman and passed out on a pile of goat feed.
Lycaonai awoke to a goat impatiently headbutting him, trying to obtain a bite. He moved and the goat eagerly munched away at the feed.
A man then confronted him with a goblet full of rosy blood wine. Only the finest, rosy blood wine imported from Omegh'yar. The Omegans knew how to make a wine flavored like roses and blood work, and by the Bakota Nhaar Crystals did it work. He took the wine with gladness and proceeded into the room.
The man decided to talk with Lycaonai. Politics, news, Semeal. After taking a long break with the man, he said he would be right back to get more cheese cubes and lynx meat. The woman kept Lycaonai distracted.
The man called for Lycaonai to help him decide what to bring next with the food. Lycaonai agreed, and unwittingly searched for a nonexistent flower. The man pulled out his sharp sickle, the hagijaka. Hagijaka was an assassination weapon designed by the old ones, the tribes before the fracture. It served well to cull those who dissented, who broke systems, who caused fractures. It would serve its purpose yet again, to vaporize Lycaonai and his blasphemies.
The assassin crept up behind Lycaonai. The blade readied, he braced himself for gore. All in the name of Semeal. He swung.
The blade seemed effective. It was lodged in the skull, and the target was not moving. The man jerked on the handle, but to no avail, as the hagijaka was stuck deep inside the bone.
The slayer walked away, pleased with his work. He was about to alert Semeal that the job was finished when Lycaonai turned his head nearly 180 degrees, and with an animal snarl pulled the hagijaka out of his head and charged the man. The blade worked well this time, as it cut a swath across his neck and blood stained Lycaonai's eyes. Eventually, however, the injury took effect, and Lycaonai fell to the ground into a pool of the killer's as well as his own blood.
His resistance over, the revolution slain, Lycaonai simply slid into death with no protest. He was dead, and with that, Semeal proceeded to dig the very grave of Muraka as Lycaonai was lowered into a cold grave himself. -
Let's play a game, which historical figure was Lycaonai based on?
Hint, he's one of my favorite. -
Me, obviously.
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