-= Words from the Prophet =-

Imoteph · Admin Number of posts: 41 Registration date: 2008-07-12

Here I will post stories and messeges I as a prophet tell you or have told. But mainly this thread will be used for posting FATUAS (Holy orders) Set wishes me to give.

IMPORTANT!

YOU DO NOT REPLY TO POSTS WRITTEN HERE!!

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I am Imoteph, Sets servant and first prophet of our cult. You are Sets children and chosen people. We write our story together as one family and one people under Set. For Stygia and for the Stygians we bleed and make the northeners fear the night.

Imoteph · Admin Number of posts: 41 Registration date: 2008-07-12

The first holy FATUA issued by First Prophet Imoteph, Sets chosen and known reader of dreams and signs.

The Fatua -= THE SERPENTS BITES BACK =-

After praying to IDRIS, the defender of Set and the eye of divine vengeance. I say this children. Too long now have our holy ancient soil been visited by filthy foreigners and northeners. They have no respect for our borders, our culture and our way. But most important they have no respect for Set and for me his prophet. We will teach them, the foreigners a lesson. Do not come here and think you can do or behave as you please. Do not come here and mock Set or his prophet. Do not come here and disrespect Stygians or Stygia. Come here and behave as guests. Pay taxes when you do. Or pay a tribute to Set with you life.

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Make Foreigners fear the night in Kopshef Province. At night you can serve Set by spilling the infidels blood.

During daytime they shall be taxed as you see fit and these coins shall be given to the Cult. If they refuse to pay tax they instead must pay a tribute to Set in their own blood.

Attacking Stygian players by Northeners should be punished by death. This apply to all stygians and not only if members of our cult is attacked.

Help other Stygians if they are attacked by northeners.

Mocking or/and disrespecting Sets or the Prophets name should be punished by death.

Do not attack Stygians but defend yourselves if attacked.

OOC This means you can attack all non-stygians in Kopshef during the night. But Say something in the Stygian channel before you start doing this. Preferably you say this is by a holy order from Imoteph, Sets chosen. During the daytime you are allowed to tax them and if they refuse kill them.

Players with Bad names, known RP haters and gankers can be killed while sending a tell after saying they were sacrificed to Set. RPwise these people are considered not respecting Stygia, Stygians and the Stygian culture.

IMPORTANT! You are NOT and I repeat NOT allowed to GANK them. RP your kill and play it according to character!
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Set wills it. I want this.

Do this for Set. Do this for me. Do this for us.

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I am Imoteph, Sets servant and first prophet of our cult. You are Sets children and chosen people. We write our story together as one family and one people under Set. For Stygia and for the Stygians we bleed and make the northeners fear the night.

Imoteph · Admin Number of posts: 41 Registration date: 2008-07-12

Greetings children.

You have grown and this pleases me much. Each day our numbers grow. Each day the infidels die in the desert for your hand. The sacred desert is colored red by the infidels blood. This is a sight worthy Set. It warms my heart to see this. You are favoured. I am favoured to have you by my side. Stygia is safer today than it was yesterday. Stygians are safer today than they were yesterday. Set is more pleased than he was yesterday. For each sacrifice in the Kopshef desert he will favour us even more. For each sacrifice Stygia will love us even more.

I had a dream last night. It was a good dream. A giant black cobra was leading a large pack of cobras through the Kopshef desert. Through the red sand, colored by infidels blood, they moved towards the purple lotus swamp. The soft, cool breeze from the desert winds aiding them this night and their pace was fast. All other animals made way for this pack of majestic cobras. They knew. NOTHING could stop this pack. NOTHING could scare this pack. They ruled the desert, as it must have been decided since the very begining of time. In the distant horizon I could hear the echoes of the hyenas fleeing, running to the hills and cliffs, to hide, trying to get away. The stars look down upon this pack and smiled. For a thousand years they had been waiting for this. The march of the cobras. There was a thick mist within the swamp, and when this mist had cleared the cobras had stopped. Upon two giant stones they had found their new home. Here they would stay. Here they would build their new home. Suddenly an old large black swamp wolf appeared. This wolf howled highly towards the stars, begging for their help. The stars dint answer his call. Instead the stars kept silent as by this saying to the giant black cobra, the packs leader, you are right. You are chosen. We have been waiting for this. We have been waiting for you. The Black wolf, brave and scared from battles before approached the giant cobra. The wolf knew that the swamp this day and in this moment had a new master. His kingdom was lost and so was his life. A new era would and should begin. The era of the wolves had past. He attacked with wild savage attacks. The cobra swiftly avoided his attacks and countered with precise deadly bites. The battle went on for hours, the other cobras had formed a ring around them. Suddenly and finally the wolf fell. His legs could not longer carry his weight. Blood from his wounds dripped down on the ground and grass. He slowly closed his eyes, drawed his last breath and died. This place, the cobras new home, was now sacred. Here they would be safe. I slowly awoke from this dream and knew where our temple will be built. I know this now. Set has showed me where he wants us to build our home. Lets build it, stone by stone, side by side. We are all truly favoured children.

I also will tell you this. You will call me by my name, prophet, father, lord or master. Nothing else. I have deserved this title. I have paid in blood for this title children. And I will call you my children. Thats because the love I have for all of you is the same as a father has for his children. A love that sees no boundries, no end, and no question. May Set protect you as he protects me and guides me. May you dream as I do. May we spend our life together as one family with one father. Set wills it.

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I am Imoteph, Sets servant and first prophet of our cult. You are Sets children and chosen people. We write our story together as one family and one people under Set. For Stygia and for the Stygians we bleed and make the northeners fear the night.