Half Pint
Rekkuza
Estylwen
enmuni
Archazen
op2024
Snowdrops
Timuir
Silver Carrot
aladdin_saneLocation: Mazitec, 9,000 years before the outpost was built.
The shaman who is decorated with feathers, paint, wooden piercings, and tattoos and wearing a loin cloth made from rope and animal leather dances around the fire and sings ”Hey-ya hey”
Drummers wielding big padded mallets create entrancing tribal beats on their huge animal skin drums. The people of the city crowed around to view the excitement. The towering pyramid that is the center point of the city as well as the location of the ceremony is decorated with red flowing cloths that have been set like a carpet along the steps that lead to the top. At the apex of the monumental golden painted structure is the sacrificial shrine where “lucky” people will be able to give their blood, and life for the gods.
The ritual that is meant to connect the user with the spirit world must be performed exactly right and takes much concentration. The aged shaman holds his staff high up into the air, the white horned animal skull at the top of the staff starts to glow from the eye sockets. The red glow intensifies as the shaman points the staff towards the pyramid, a beam of red light shoots at the apex of the structure striking the throne and the king.
King Tek’tel ti’con looks down over his people from the top of the great pyramid that his forefathers had built. The power flowing through him feels like nothing he had ever felt, like a tornado spinning within him. King Tek’tel ti’con holds up a black leather covered book inlayed with the golden symbol of the Maztecian people, a coiled serpent with an open maw bearing venomous fangs jeweled with turquoise, ruby, emerald and pearl. The magnificent book holding all the dark rituals and knowledge of the Maztecian tribal sith kings. Each king listing there signature “Spell” that was undoubtedly raw Sith magic stemmed straight from the dark side.
Tek’tel ti’con takes a triangular relic from his beaded and feathered side pouch, touching the holo-cron artifact to the center of the book. The snakes ruby eyes on the front cover start to glow as the book is unlocked. The holo-cron is placed back in his side pouch and the book is laid out before him only being opened once every lifetime. King Tek’tel ti’con adds his “spell” to the book of his ancestors with a quill pen made from an extinct dino-bird feather. The book is closed and re sealed ready to be put away for another one hundred years. The king slowly walks down the red steps until he reaches the bottom. A narrow entrance leads into a cave like room with smooth walls decorated with bright paintings depicting ancient stories. In the center along the back wall is a stone shrine, A gold and silver plated chest sits on the shrine the box meant to hold the book and keep it safe.
”Hey-ya, hey hey hey ya. Hey-YAHH hey hey-ya ya hey-ya hey hey”
The shaman who is decorated with feathers, paint, wooden piercings, and tattoos and wearing a loin cloth made from rope and animal leather dances around the fire and sings ”Hey-ya hey”
Drummers wielding big padded mallets create entrancing tribal beats on their huge animal skin drums. The people of the city crowed around to view the excitement. The towering pyramid that is the center point of the city as well as the location of the ceremony is decorated with red flowing cloths that have been set like a carpet along the steps that lead to the top. At the apex of the monumental golden painted structure is the sacrificial shrine where “lucky” people will be able to give their blood, and life for the gods.
The ritual that is meant to connect the user with the spirit world must be performed exactly right and takes much concentration. The aged shaman holds his staff high up into the air, the white horned animal skull at the top of the staff starts to glow from the eye sockets. The red glow intensifies as the shaman points the staff towards the pyramid, a beam of red light shoots at the apex of the structure striking the throne and the king.
King Tek’tel ti’con looks down over his people from the top of the great pyramid that his forefathers had built. The power flowing through him feels like nothing he had ever felt, like a tornado spinning within him. King Tek’tel ti’con holds up a black leather covered book inlayed with the golden symbol of the Maztecian people, a coiled serpent with an open maw bearing venomous fangs jeweled with turquoise, ruby, emerald and pearl. The magnificent book holding all the dark rituals and knowledge of the Maztecian tribal sith kings. Each king listing there signature “Spell” that was undoubtedly raw Sith magic stemmed straight from the dark side.
Tek’tel ti’con takes a triangular relic from his beaded and feathered side pouch, touching the holo-cron artifact to the center of the book. The snakes ruby eyes on the front cover start to glow as the book is unlocked. The holo-cron is placed back in his side pouch and the book is laid out before him only being opened once every lifetime. King Tek’tel ti’con adds his “spell” to the book of his ancestors with a quill pen made from an extinct dino-bird feather. The book is closed and re sealed ready to be put away for another one hundred years. The king slowly walks down the red steps until he reaches the bottom. A narrow entrance leads into a cave like room with smooth walls decorated with bright paintings depicting ancient stories. In the center along the back wall is a stone shrine, A gold and silver plated chest sits on the shrine the box meant to hold the book and keep it safe.
