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Title: Recent History of Pruul
Post by: Lucky al-Izar on Dec 05, 16, 05:50:55 PM
Recent History of Pruul

The Reign of Saiph al-Kaid

Pruul is many things. It is the great sun that can still even the greatest warrior. It is the straight-backed Clansmen that share their blood like water. It is a land of struggle. It is a land for the strong. For thousands of years tradition has dictated the life of Pruulians, from going through their coming of age rituals and receiving their Khanjar (the traditional weapon that signifies adulthood) to paying tithes to the Priestess Queens that have always ruled the scattered nomadic people of the desert territory to riding the great Sandworms (overly predatory whale-type creators that live in the sand). Because of this tradition, Pruul has always been broken up into four Clans that function similarly to Province Courts: the Bali, the Jinan, the Sabbah, and the Tabur. Each of these are led by a Queen and a Voice (a landen or member of any caste that is respected among the Clan or Tribe). Since the Purge, few events rocked the relatively stable territory until a Black Jeweled Priestess Queen was discovered illegally enslaved in the depths of the salt mine of Pruul.  Her name was Erisian Maboya, a Shaladorian, and her own sister had arranged for Erisian to be held underneath the sands of Pruul indefinitely.

What was not known to Saiph al-Kaid, the young fourteen-year-old Black Widow Priestess Queen who ruled Pruul at the time, was that there was more than just a Black Jeweled Priestess Queen in the depths of the salt mines. There were also seven children that had been born down in the chaos of the mines. One of each caste. It was extremely rare for the Geiba, a tribe of the powerful Clan Sabbah, to let a child born in the mines live, but a great prophecy was seen for each of these children. Strands of the prophecy wove throughout the Twisted Kingdom as these children were born, Black Widows from far and wide within Pruul catching glimpses of seven saviors in the depths of their Webs. To anyone but the Geiba these glimpses of dirty and wild children made no sense, but they persisted, perplexing a generation of Widows who had no idea what treasures laid underneath their feet.

The Geiba Black Widows could only see bits and pieces of this glorious future, the vast expanse of the Twisted Kingdom obscuring the entire prophecy, but it was clear that these children had a purpose, a destiny. So while the vast majority of Mineborn were killed at birth, seven survived and seven made their way into the light when the Black Jeweled Queen was freed. It was a difficult path for the Mineborn when they emerged from the darkness. They had only known violence, hunger, and backbreaking work. They had been poisoned, the insidious Craft of the Geiba preventing them from obtaining a Birthright darker than the Opal. They did not know how to read or write, much less how to navigate the complexities of Protocol. But most importantly, they had never seen the sun. The group clung to each other; more of a family than they had ever known deep in the darkness. 

It did not help that Pruul was in upheaval when the Mineborn emerged from the Mines. Clan Sabbah began to rebel against Saiph al-Kaid’s rule, because she mercilessly executed Tribe Geiba for unlawfully imprisoning not only a Black Jeweled Priestess Queen, but many others as well. Clan Sabbah employed the help of the Sayyadina (the Landen term for Black Widows and Priestess) that resided within the Little Citadel (the center for training Black Widow’s in Pruul) to wage their silent rebellion against the child Queen.

The Mineborn, fractured and broken—even from each other—struggled to adjust to this new world and this new way of life. They were suddenly the center of attention within Pruul, word spreading like the great sandstorms of the territory. Black Widows realized that it had been the Mineborn they had been seeing within their Webs. Clans became cautious, their Widows telling them that change was coming with the freeing of these children from the mines. A great pressure was put on the shoulders of the Mineborn, the pressure of fulfilling a destiny that they did not feel ready for.

And still the sun rose, every day, the hot unyielding sun that sucked up the precious little water that remained. Even the great oasis of Onn, the capital of Pruul, was drying up; its level lower than it had ever been in living memory. Children began to beg for a drop of rain. Water was more valuable than it had ever been. Prisoners in the Salt Mines were the first to die, but the great thirst began to drive even the most prosperous of Clans into a frenzy.

The Rise of the Old Spider

Saiph al-Kaid looked out on her land and she saw ruin if she did nothing, so she disappeared into the desert, looking for a spell to bring the rains. Some whispered she went to save the territory, but some thought she had left the land to die. The Mineborn were left all alone and the Sayyadina began to try and pull the close knit group apart, believing that they would represent less of a threat on their own. With Saiph gone, a male stepped forward to subtly guide the flow of the territory from behind the scenes: Adramelech al-Sabbah. The Old Spider. He was a Black Widow Prince and some said he had travelled too far into the Twisted Kingdom to ever return. Adramelech settled his eyes on one of the Mineborn: Ghanima al-Izar. He genuinely believes that the young Queen was the true Mother (Queen) and that she would bring the rains to Pruul, saving them all.

The Old Spider began to manipulate Ghanima and the Mineborn grew further apart. Rationing of water had begun and various tribes were on the brink of attacking each other for water. The future looked bleak as tensions rode high in the territory. The Sayya thought Ghanima alone was supposed to bring the rains and that she was being held back from bringing the rains by her fellow Mineborn. The group was able to whisper words into her ears that they could not control, so they took action. Adramelech and the Sayya kidnapped Lucky al-Izar and sold him for slaughter, disguising him as a full-blooded Eryien with Webs. They sent the sole Priestess of the Mineborn to The Peaceful Place (the home of the Priestess of Pruul) to train. The Black Widow they lured deep into the Little Citadel.

The drought continued and the tribes began to sing songs to the sky, praying for the rains day and night. They did not come though. Adramelech became more agitated and tensions came to a climax when Lucky was discovered among the first foreigner fighting pits of tribe Hague. The pioneering tribe wished to make enough money to buy water from travelling merchants, so instead of mercy killing any foreigners they found out in the desert, they trained them to fight each other. The winner would win their freedom and be allowed to enter into tribe Hague as a reward. Few could imagine the destruction that was unleashed the day of the first fight, when Lucky al-Izar, maddened and crazed, killed nearly twenty foreigners when he stepped onto the Killing Edge, blood coating his entire body and a human heart crushed in his shaking hands.

He was returned to the Citadel, badly scarred from his ordeal, after Ghanima al-Izar recognized who he was through the Illusion Webs the Sayya had layered over his body. Word spread among the Mineborn of the event though and his reappearance caused them to return from their studies and their seclusions. For the first time in nearly a year, they were all back in the same place.
Title: Re: Recent History of Pruul
Post by: Lucky al-Izar on Jan 24, 18, 01:02:06 PM

A New Path For Pruul

Pruul is unforgiving to those that do not know it, but it is also just.

The Mineborn had been above ground, away from the salt and the biting sting of the lash, for three years when they reunited. Pruul had changed during that time, growing more parched and wanting than ever. Each of the seven castes had grown in their Craft and their understanding of the world, but the group was heavily controlled by the Sabbah and their leader, Adramelech. None were allowed to undergo their Trials and none were allowed to receive their Offering. The Mineborn Queen, Ghanima al-Izar, was kept from them as the Old Spider consolidated his power. With Saiph al-Kaid gone, he brought slavery back to Pruul and returned the Salt Mines back to their rightful owners—the Sabbah.

Through it all, he tried to shape Ghanima into the perfect Priestess Queen, the daughter of his heart. His mind began to succumb to the Twisted Kingdom as Pruul suffered, the great oasis of Onn so depleted that Pruul’s largest city was dying of thirst. When a culture is pushed to their breaking point, something must give—and it did.

Pruul’s tradition was soon to break. 

But first, the Mineborn had to find their Queen, their heart. There was only one way to do that: get rid of the thing that was keeping them apart, Adramelech. They would not be controlled any longer. Nearly all of them made their Offering, in secret, before making a desperate attempt to free Ghanima, who had fallen into a coma.

They were discovered, stopped, and sentenced to death by Adramelech in front of all who cared to watch in Onn.

Pruul had had enough though.

Clan Jinan, led by Adavera al-Jinan, declared their opposition to the Sabbah and their twisted rule that day. A great war could have started then, one that would have ripped apart the very fabric of the territory, but a miracle happened. Ghanima al-Izar, Mother to all the Mineborn, awoke and stepped up to the Old Spider. He did not fight her. He did not fight any of them. He believed she was the Mother to Pruul, after all. The chosen one. He had looked into his Webs. He had seen. So the man stood silent as Ghanima ripped out his heart.

And finally, after years apart, they were together again, hand in hand. So, in front of everyone gathered Ghanima braided the seven Mineborn’s strength together, enhanced by their mystical Bond. Together they poured the power of their jewels up to the sky. A great groan could be heard in the earth and their combined power nearly destroyed the circle. It was almost too much. Almost. They brought down the rains for seven days and seven nights, but it came at a terrible price. The backlash of the spell washed through the Mineborn, nearly destroying their Queen.

When the seven Mineborn came away from the ordeal, they passed out. When they awoke in the Sabbah residence, their lives were to never be the same again. Each of the Mineborn had performed an unimaginable water-debt (the most difficult debt to pay back) of a kind that had not been seen in nearly a millennium. The Sabbah and many in Onn did not know how to repay them, but the Pruulians that had seen the miracle began to see the Mineborn in a new light. Not as a tool to be used, but as a group that could lead. They had seen their power with their own eyes after all. The Mineborn became a symbol for change that day, idolized by those that had seen their power and yearned for a new Pruul.

The year after was filled with the shock and awe of the Rains, so it provided some time for the Mineborn to obtain their bearings. It became clear that Pruul was irrevocably altered by what the group of prophets accomplished. Men, women, and children left their clans, their tribes, and their homes to follow the saviors. They camped outside their residence in Onn and prayed to Mother Night to bless the seven.

Like spring, the Rains bloomed change on a scale that Pruul had not seen in centuries. Lucky al-Izar proposed a new clan, invoking an ancient ritual that has not been tried since before the purge. Internal strife within clans has risen, traditionalists clashing with progressive new ideas. A power vacuum sprung up for nearly a year after the Rains, all of Pruul uncertain who would rule with no Priestess Queen in sight.

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