Delech-Achin
A large expance of sand, with the ocatinal oasis spread around it.
two options for what to model the continent after: either Sudiarabia with 2.500-3.000km long and 1.000km tall.
or after north Africa, 5.500km by 2.300km
Some Historical Events:
During the dark cycle there was "The order of the black sun" a group which centered around the sky and its blanket of dark ash.
The era of collosals: a time when massive creatures did battle, sort of patron god level warfare between diffrent "dieties" where serket was prehaps the winner.
The grand Sultanate: a period where a single sultan held power over the whole area, at least in principle.
A posible 17th cycle event could be statues which move around and have a very tomb king guardian-but-sleak look.
two options for what to model the continent after: either Sudiarabia with 2.500-3.000km long and 1.000km tall.
or after north Africa, 5.500km by 2.300km
Some Historical Events:
During the dark cycle there was "The order of the black sun" a group which centered around the sky and its blanket of dark ash.
The era of collosals: a time when massive creatures did battle, sort of patron god level warfare between diffrent "dieties" where serket was prehaps the winner.
The grand Sultanate: a period where a single sultan held power over the whole area, at least in principle.
A posible 17th cycle event could be statues which move around and have a very tomb king guardian-but-sleak look.
Tourism
A RIDERS STORY
Safe in the shade of a simple canapé of cloth, a weary traveler from the land of the gods, Kaspar Rashe, rests his aching body after a long night of travel. Sitting across from his guide, a woman named Jamila dressed in loose clothes made for the desert weather, a glaive set in the sand next to her while she pried open the shell of a large scarab with a dagger holding a vibrant gem at the base of its hilt.
Behind her was the animal they traveled upon, a massive arachnid, three meters of body length where the guide said one could sit, its large tail probably the same length once more by the eye of a stranger to the great dessert.
The travel so far had been a few days across nothing but sand, having traveled from the northern port city of Majaaz Shamalii and heading southeast towards the white city. Kaspar had wanted to avoid the jungles that followed the coast, as the tales he had heard of animals in there had been more than enough to make him prefer these endless dunes based on their description. Yet now, he wondered if it had been the right choice, nothing but sand for days on end left an explorers mind numb, and so he turned to Jamila, to ask for a story of these lands…
“Say Guide, you have lived in these lands long, have you not?” he leaned back again the pile of baggage that constituted a back for his seating
“Born and raised here traveler, how so?” There was a crack and a snap as she got lost a large segment of scarab carapace, putting aside her dagger to start picking out the meat of the animal
“Well, I suspect there must be tales you know or some stories you have that can make this a more enjoyable journey. I am a traveler at heart, I seek adventure, not dune upon dune of sand.” He looked to the scorpion behind her “Perhaps something of your mount?” As he spoke, Jamila looked to the animal, a low, almost affectionate clicking coming from the massive arachnid as she stroked its side, its body docile in the heat of the day
“I cannot say I have a tale for you of Ashyrra specifically traveler, you need to earn more than my service to hear such tales. But I can tell you a story of her kind.” As she spoke, the man from over the ocean leaned in a bit closer, eager to hear anything, and curious to find a way to earn the respect of this woman of the dunes…
“Do tell dear guide… do tell.”
“Well… This is something I witnessed many years ago, I was new to the trade of riding these creatures“ she gave Ashyrra a gentle pat “Traveling in a caravan with a few other… Novices.”
“What happened?”
“Patience traveler, patience.”
Kaspar simply gave an apologizing gesture to go on, biting his tongue on a sly remark
“We were making our way to the city of Darach-Serket, and were starting to see the signs of that city as the dens of arachnids grew more and more common. Yet we were still on the edges, and the leader of our caravan warned us to not provoke the animals.“ She let out a sigh.
“However, Yangi, a young man from the river Ma’an, decided to make a bet one night. He bet with a girl that he could tame any scorpion. Of course, she said he was a fool. Yangi was persistent. He told her, that he would tame a scorpion that night, and if he did, she would have to let him take her to a meal when we reached the city.”
“You were stopping your journey just like that?” Kaspar’s remark was met with an almost disappointed look at the interruption “A caravan needs to pause every now and then traveler, and to rest in the night is for warm-blooded beings important.” “I've yet to see that” the words slipped from Kaspars mouth half like a whisper.
“Anyhow.” Jamila chose to ignore his remark as she continued the tale “Yangi told the girl, I believe her name was Nanna, and any other novices to come and see him conquer the animal.” She corrected her posture ever so slightly, looking the traveler dead in the eyes “He did not get to take Nanna to any meal. I'll tell you that much.”
“What-” Kaspar cut himself off, making a small smile cock at the edge of Jamila’s mouth
“Well. he walked up to a den of one of the creatures, the night was still relatively young, and he must have thought that would make for the perfect time to catch the animal off guard. What he had forgotten was that hunger is the strongest when just awakened.” she took one of the legs of her meal and held it between her fingers “As he moved closer, we could all hear the clicking from inside, then the scuttling of the feet, as the arachnid inside moved to the dens opening… Yangi was confident, as the animal’s face emerged, he smiled, and turned to us.” she snapped the leg with a crack “That was his last mistake. A claw was around him before he could utter a full word, his screams across the night catching the attention of the more experienced caravaners at the main camp, yet they could not arrive before those of us who had gathered got to see Yangi struggle, see him dragged to the large Chelicerae of that creature, its maw starting to secrete fluids onto his body which melted flesh to the tune of agonized screams.“
Jamila tossed aside the two bits of snapped scarab leg to a surprising click from Ashyrra, earning a slight jump from Kaspar, but only a chuckle from the woman who had now spent many years in this trade, her hand simply patting the large creature.
“When the caravan master arrived, Yangi was a groaning and squirming mess of pain begging for death, back melting, face burned by spaces of acid, being pulled into the dark den by a mouth slowly chewing him to a paste, still alive in that horrid state. I'm honored to have served under that caravan master, for he did not hesitate, taking a small crossbow of his back, and placing a bolt right between that young fools eyes.” she sighed again, leaning back against Ashyrra
“The lesson to be learned her traveler, is to never overestimate yourself, and to not take your eyes of the animals which can end you as quickly as Ashyrra and her kind.” she chuckled again, as she patted her mount's side, a low affectionate purr of clicks being heard once more. While Kaspar was left to ponder how far from the animal he could rest the next day…
Safe in the shade of a simple canapé of cloth, a weary traveler from the land of the gods, Kaspar Rashe, rests his aching body after a long night of travel. Sitting across from his guide, a woman named Jamila dressed in loose clothes made for the desert weather, a glaive set in the sand next to her while she pried open the shell of a large scarab with a dagger holding a vibrant gem at the base of its hilt.
Behind her was the animal they traveled upon, a massive arachnid, three meters of body length where the guide said one could sit, its large tail probably the same length once more by the eye of a stranger to the great dessert.
The travel so far had been a few days across nothing but sand, having traveled from the northern port city of Majaaz Shamalii and heading southeast towards the white city. Kaspar had wanted to avoid the jungles that followed the coast, as the tales he had heard of animals in there had been more than enough to make him prefer these endless dunes based on their description. Yet now, he wondered if it had been the right choice, nothing but sand for days on end left an explorers mind numb, and so he turned to Jamila, to ask for a story of these lands…
“Say Guide, you have lived in these lands long, have you not?” he leaned back again the pile of baggage that constituted a back for his seating
“Born and raised here traveler, how so?” There was a crack and a snap as she got lost a large segment of scarab carapace, putting aside her dagger to start picking out the meat of the animal
“Well, I suspect there must be tales you know or some stories you have that can make this a more enjoyable journey. I am a traveler at heart, I seek adventure, not dune upon dune of sand.” He looked to the scorpion behind her “Perhaps something of your mount?” As he spoke, Jamila looked to the animal, a low, almost affectionate clicking coming from the massive arachnid as she stroked its side, its body docile in the heat of the day
“I cannot say I have a tale for you of Ashyrra specifically traveler, you need to earn more than my service to hear such tales. But I can tell you a story of her kind.” As she spoke, the man from over the ocean leaned in a bit closer, eager to hear anything, and curious to find a way to earn the respect of this woman of the dunes…
“Do tell dear guide… do tell.”
“Well… This is something I witnessed many years ago, I was new to the trade of riding these creatures“ she gave Ashyrra a gentle pat “Traveling in a caravan with a few other… Novices.”
“What happened?”
“Patience traveler, patience.”
Kaspar simply gave an apologizing gesture to go on, biting his tongue on a sly remark
“We were making our way to the city of Darach-Serket, and were starting to see the signs of that city as the dens of arachnids grew more and more common. Yet we were still on the edges, and the leader of our caravan warned us to not provoke the animals.“ She let out a sigh.
“However, Yangi, a young man from the river Ma’an, decided to make a bet one night. He bet with a girl that he could tame any scorpion. Of course, she said he was a fool. Yangi was persistent. He told her, that he would tame a scorpion that night, and if he did, she would have to let him take her to a meal when we reached the city.”
“You were stopping your journey just like that?” Kaspar’s remark was met with an almost disappointed look at the interruption “A caravan needs to pause every now and then traveler, and to rest in the night is for warm-blooded beings important.” “I've yet to see that” the words slipped from Kaspars mouth half like a whisper.
“Anyhow.” Jamila chose to ignore his remark as she continued the tale “Yangi told the girl, I believe her name was Nanna, and any other novices to come and see him conquer the animal.” She corrected her posture ever so slightly, looking the traveler dead in the eyes “He did not get to take Nanna to any meal. I'll tell you that much.”
“What-” Kaspar cut himself off, making a small smile cock at the edge of Jamila’s mouth
“Well. he walked up to a den of one of the creatures, the night was still relatively young, and he must have thought that would make for the perfect time to catch the animal off guard. What he had forgotten was that hunger is the strongest when just awakened.” she took one of the legs of her meal and held it between her fingers “As he moved closer, we could all hear the clicking from inside, then the scuttling of the feet, as the arachnid inside moved to the dens opening… Yangi was confident, as the animal’s face emerged, he smiled, and turned to us.” she snapped the leg with a crack “That was his last mistake. A claw was around him before he could utter a full word, his screams across the night catching the attention of the more experienced caravaners at the main camp, yet they could not arrive before those of us who had gathered got to see Yangi struggle, see him dragged to the large Chelicerae of that creature, its maw starting to secrete fluids onto his body which melted flesh to the tune of agonized screams.“
Jamila tossed aside the two bits of snapped scarab leg to a surprising click from Ashyrra, earning a slight jump from Kaspar, but only a chuckle from the woman who had now spent many years in this trade, her hand simply patting the large creature.
“When the caravan master arrived, Yangi was a groaning and squirming mess of pain begging for death, back melting, face burned by spaces of acid, being pulled into the dark den by a mouth slowly chewing him to a paste, still alive in that horrid state. I'm honored to have served under that caravan master, for he did not hesitate, taking a small crossbow of his back, and placing a bolt right between that young fools eyes.” she sighed again, leaning back against Ashyrra
“The lesson to be learned her traveler, is to never overestimate yourself, and to not take your eyes of the animals which can end you as quickly as Ashyrra and her kind.” she chuckled again, as she patted her mount's side, a low affectionate purr of clicks being heard once more. While Kaspar was left to ponder how far from the animal he could rest the next day…
Factions
Cults
The great desert has many groups that are worshippers of great entities, and with the past of Abdul-Alhazred in The tenth (Pending review, though likely date) cults to great old ones are prevelent across the dunes.Designations: Great old one (GO) Divine Diety (DD) Powerful Creature (PG)
Nyarlathotep (GO)
The thousand faced liar, the crawling chaos, the first pharao. hail the one who brings us science!
The cult of Nyarlathotep is one that is hard to pin down, mostly for the simple fact that they could be anywhere. their master demands chaos and entertainment, they deliver this as far as they can, and sometimes the path to that madness is decades of scheming. if anything good can be said of them, its that you can always trust them to keep their word, and use the words that were not said to their fullest.
The thousand faced liar, the crawling chaos, the first pharao. hail the one who brings us science!
The cult of Nyarlathotep is one that is hard to pin down, mostly for the simple fact that they could be anywhere. their master demands chaos and entertainment, they deliver this as far as they can, and sometimes the path to that madness is decades of scheming. if anything good can be said of them, its that you can always trust them to keep their word, and use the words that were not said to their fullest.
Zushakon (GO)
The swirling invissibly black death that stalks the night, a horror which is potetnyl pressent in both the silent dunes and the haunted woods.
Morbid lunatics praise the dark power of Zushakon, viewing it as a blessing when they take away one from the ranks, a form of assention to a greater excistance
The swirling invissibly black death that stalks the night, a horror which is potetnyl pressent in both the silent dunes and the haunted woods.
Morbid lunatics praise the dark power of Zushakon, viewing it as a blessing when they take away one from the ranks, a form of assention to a greater excistance
Cathugha (GO)
Great flames arise from a pit in the desert, and rising from it a large orb of flame. it is this creature, Cathugha, that some say bring the worshippers of fire their true strength.
The cult of Cathugha concistes of rejected pyromancers, devoted sun fantatics, and sometimes stright up pyromaniacs.
Great flames arise from a pit in the desert, and rising from it a large orb of flame. it is this creature, Cathugha, that some say bring the worshippers of fire their true strength.
The cult of Cathugha concistes of rejected pyromancers, devoted sun fantatics, and sometimes stright up pyromaniacs.
Mi-go (PG)
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Slaanesh (GO/DD)
The Prince of Pleasure, She who Thirsts, the Entity of Extitcy. Slaanesh.
The foothold of of Slaanesh has its heels firmly planted in Almutiat
The Prince of Pleasure, She who Thirsts, the Entity of Extitcy. Slaanesh.
The foothold of of Slaanesh has its heels firmly planted in Almutiat
ENTITY NAME
The Silent Dunes
DESCRIPTION OF CULT Xher'Iri Xher'Mawt Mawt'Xch Xher'Mut
The Silent Dunes
DESCRIPTION OF CULT Xher'Iri Xher'Mawt Mawt'Xch Xher'Mut
The twin cults of madness
For the outsider, it can be hard to see how the cults of Cyäegha and Tharizdun are at such odds with eachother. but know the cults goals and you shall see the reason for their fighting.
For the outsider, it can be hard to see how the cults of Cyäegha and Tharizdun are at such odds with eachother. but know the cults goals and you shall see the reason for their fighting.
Tharizdun (DD)
A god from the cycle before all, thought by ancient gods to be the source of that first war. now sealed away, locked to never be realased if anything that holds a slither good in the world can hinder it
The Cult of Tharizdun consists of raving lunatics who are driven mad by their dark god, and some by the sun of the scorching day as well. their goals lay in chaos, and so long as they can cause that, they see themselves as the victors.
A god from the cycle before all, thought by ancient gods to be the source of that first war. now sealed away, locked to never be realased if anything that holds a slither good in the world can hinder it
The Cult of Tharizdun consists of raving lunatics who are driven mad by their dark god, and some by the sun of the scorching day as well. their goals lay in chaos, and so long as they can cause that, they see themselves as the victors.
Cyäegha (GO)
Infinatly apathetic, uncaring for the mortal existence, seldom even observing the worlds around it, Cyäegha is an entity of Apathy who the mad Achin theorized only to have sown rites into the material plane on a whim
The cult of Cyäegha is utterly difficult to pin down, as it could be in any village or tribe without them knowing of it, or they could be utterly aware and as so never give a single sign of their allegiance. their rituals seldom concern the common person, though when they mass, they send the dunes into a tremor.
Infinatly apathetic, uncaring for the mortal existence, seldom even observing the worlds around it, Cyäegha is an entity of Apathy who the mad Achin theorized only to have sown rites into the material plane on a whim
The cult of Cyäegha is utterly difficult to pin down, as it could be in any village or tribe without them knowing of it, or they could be utterly aware and as so never give a single sign of their allegiance. their rituals seldom concern the common person, though when they mass, they send the dunes into a tremor.
These two cults are known to clash, though seldom by design of Cyäegha's followers. Tharizduns thirst for madness on the other hand leads his folllowers to tear down the icons of the other cult, distupting their rites and causing frenzy and havock. though in truth, this is something most who know of the two are more then happy to accept.
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Delech-Achin
The Wide desert filled with cults of the great old ones found by Abdul Alhazred
Alternative Name(s)
The Wide Desert
Type
Desert
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Author's Notes
the first pharao spoke, and they said they would be the last. they where not last of pharao, but they will one day be.