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Amir Farid Ibn Baha was the ruler of a glorious city and it's vassals at the foothils of the Seret mountains. He is well known in the region and his dynasty ruled this land for generations. Something that was rarely found among the ever changing politics of Amol-Kalit. His favour with the gods was immense and they aided him well in battle. He intended to keep it that way.
Yet these Sahiyi Zealots and their god Kalik have been a plague upon his realm.
Who was Kalik? Also named Hushur in the pantheon, one of the hundred or one of the many-slain. He was an old god who gave his voice to create the world out of the primordial ocean. Thus he stood silent in the pantheon, not bestowing a single grace or blessing upon any believer. Not popular with anyone but the Cult of Hushur as alive and some kaliti necromancers as un-dead. They may have been permissible cuts once upon a time, but they sprouted the destructive, iconodulic Henremdi and idealistic Sahiyi who believe solely in Huhur-Kalik and no one else.
And they were a disruptive plague in his realm as they were a plague in many other regions.
Today he might just have an opportunity to eradicate one Sahiyi military force.
»Your god is dead, and your forces are minute, Sahiyi zealots.« Amir Farid scowled at the assembly of his enemies.
They were two small groups on a dune barely within the reach of their weapons, each backed some good hundred feet behind them with forces glaring daggers at each other.
»Kalik is not dead and not alive, not knowing and not not knowing, immanent and transcendent. If you see your petty gods of war and storms as higher, it is you who follows the false faith.« The White Swallow spoke calmly, yet with sharp undertones.
»Annuk guide me. - How dare you accuse us of such you infidels. Today is the day I will eradicate you and tomorrow I will take Sey' Kube. Then I will hunt down every last of you heathens.« Amir Farid Ibn Baha rose his blade which glistened in the harsh sunlight. His horse reared and neighed before turning around.
»The sand hides a thousand enemies, always has been, always will be,« muttered the White Swallow while turning sideways and riding out towards his men that stood on the opposing dune.
There were two forces, neither of which were homogenous. Some other parties joined simply out of duty, the thrill of battle or got caught within the armies as the air began to smell of battle.
On one end stood the colourful Amir Farid Ibn Baha, on the other The White Swallow with his men in black, marked with white birds and many others in his retinue. The sun was still high up, the sands were shifting in the light wind and soon they would clash steel, and perhaps if they were lucky... They could capture the other in sound victory.
Yet these Sahiyi Zealots and their god Kalik have been a plague upon his realm.
Who was Kalik? Also named Hushur in the pantheon, one of the hundred or one of the many-slain. He was an old god who gave his voice to create the world out of the primordial ocean. Thus he stood silent in the pantheon, not bestowing a single grace or blessing upon any believer. Not popular with anyone but the Cult of Hushur as alive and some kaliti necromancers as un-dead. They may have been permissible cuts once upon a time, but they sprouted the destructive, iconodulic Henremdi and idealistic Sahiyi who believe solely in Huhur-Kalik and no one else.
And they were a disruptive plague in his realm as they were a plague in many other regions.
Today he might just have an opportunity to eradicate one Sahiyi military force.
»Your god is dead, and your forces are minute, Sahiyi zealots.« Amir Farid scowled at the assembly of his enemies.
They were two small groups on a dune barely within the reach of their weapons, each backed some good hundred feet behind them with forces glaring daggers at each other.
»Kalik is not dead and not alive, not knowing and not not knowing, immanent and transcendent. If you see your petty gods of war and storms as higher, it is you who follows the false faith.« The White Swallow spoke calmly, yet with sharp undertones.
»Annuk guide me. - How dare you accuse us of such you infidels. Today is the day I will eradicate you and tomorrow I will take Sey' Kube. Then I will hunt down every last of you heathens.« Amir Farid Ibn Baha rose his blade which glistened in the harsh sunlight. His horse reared and neighed before turning around.
»The sand hides a thousand enemies, always has been, always will be,« muttered the White Swallow while turning sideways and riding out towards his men that stood on the opposing dune.
There were two forces, neither of which were homogenous. Some other parties joined simply out of duty, the thrill of battle or got caught within the armies as the air began to smell of battle.
On one end stood the colourful Amir Farid Ibn Baha, on the other The White Swallow with his men in black, marked with white birds and many others in his retinue. The sun was still high up, the sands were shifting in the light wind and soon they would clash steel, and perhaps if they were lucky... They could capture the other in sound victory.