annuakat

God's wash. At least, that's what it meant in the common tongue. It was the God-King's private bath-house. Or, at least, it had been made so ever since he had come into power. It was quite possibly the largest, the priciest and most extravagant he had ever seen or experienced. No where else...

Much had changed. No longer was he crushed beneath the feet of oppression and grief, blindly flailing through the trial of life with hardly an inkling of what lay ahead. No longer did he suffer from the arrogance of Men, spiteful and savage harbingers of despair. But not all their blood was as...

Truly, the Djinn of Rhaqoum had outdone himself. Already, the festival of gods had been raging for an entire week in Annuakat. Lush colors paraded through the streets in utter debauchery surrounding the temples of the gods. But... what was this? There were six temples to the gods of the...

“Bring them to me, Grozkalla. Alive and unspoilt.” “Yes, your majesty.” Three days later, the Sereti Ogre came back to Gerra’s dungeon beneath the ziggurat in Annuakat, dragging a man in each hand. After the cell doors squealed shut it was a few hours before torchlight illuminated the dark...

A country estate lay several miles east of the resplendent azure walls of Annuakat, within the verdant delta of the Baal-Duru, and sat on a bluff overlooking that great river. Vineyards stretched along the back of the slope. Several serfs worked the vineyards, checking the growth of the...

A tall figure in a black tunic wandered the palace gardens alone. Although this section of the gardens sat upon one of the highest points on the royal ziggurat, large hedges provided privacy from onlookers. Kneeling down, Gerra, for it was he, caressed the petals of a purple lily, the sacred...