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(OOC: Do you have a lot of info about the Diri E I G Ignen religion posted somewhere?)

About one in five Kahanistanians were atheist. They would be almost impossible to convert and generally avoided the priests as dangerous cult leaders. The others belonged to one of the many religions that ran over Kahanistan, who were feeling that their god or gods had abandoned them.

About a million citizens had gathered to hear the message of the Diri E I G Ignen priest. They listened eagerly, hoping for a reason why Kahanistan was always at war with superior forces, why they were losing their homes, starving in the streets...

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The Kahanistanians who attended the gathering, for the most part, embraced the teachings of the Diri E I G Ignen priest wholeheartedly. Some were more patriotic, taking the sermon with a grain of salt, but most of the people who attended had been religious and had crises of faith, a common occurrence in this war-torn land.

They began to congregate regularly, discussing the teachings of the sect. They hoped that at some point a temple could be built in the middle of the desert, where they could meet far from the world.

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The Kahanistanian Government's strict policies of secularism prevented the government from aiding in the construction of temples, but the Interior Ministry said only that freedom of religion would allow the sect to construct temples in the deserts of Kahanistan.

The Interior Ministry further advised that if they did not want aircraft to fly over the temple, underground construction was a viable option. In fact, most of the Kahanistanian military's most sensitive installations were constructed in hidden underground bunkers hundreds of meters below the ground, safe from prying eyes in the sky or hostile spy satellites.

However, among the Kahanistanian would-be converts were many unemployed ex-military, construction workers, and other laborers struggling to find work, many opportunities for which were destroyed in the recent wars. These men and women had skills with construction equipment, underground building techniques, and other valuable abilities.

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Najaster, Capital of Kahanistan

Ministry of the Interior

Interior Minister Vladimir Zygonov stepped out of his office to get a beer from the vending machines when his cell rang. He snapped it open and answered. "Zygonov. Yes... the temple city? I'll check it out."

Ten minutes later, the Interior Minister and five guards entered an SUV in the parking lot behind the Ministry. They set out for the temple to bring information to the government and people. The highways had obvious journalists in marked news vans as well, from all over the world as well as in Kahanistan.

Half an hour later through the traffic, the Interior Minister's transport stopped at the temple site and Zygonov exited. He was a tall older man, 6'5", 270 pounds with graying hair and large blue eyes. While imposing, he also appeared to be quite gentle and rather friendly. His guards showed him to the Novan in charge of the construction...

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Zygonov nodded. "What does your religion believe? While our government is tolerant of all religions, is there anything I should know about, an idea that you hold that might generate... conflict with the state, or with the local people? For example, beliefs, rituals, practices that some might misunderstand as being offensive to their way of life, a view towards the state that might generate conflict, anything that might generate hostility?" He produced a pen and paper and prepared to take notes.

Although used to answering questions of the more physical nature, Overseer Priest Xesonay was more than capable of answering the ministers question, “I will break things down more easily first, but do bear in mind like many other religions we have extremists, and unlike other religions this is part of the religion, however we here in this Temple City, Preach the mainstream view, I will start with the path we follow, for it is a path,” she explained as she led the group out of the elevator down a wide corridor that had wide windows out onto the central regions of the city, as a large heavy duty helicopter descended down bearing several large crates stamped with symbols from the port city of Al-Bahr to the depths below.

“I will try to use symbolism, right now we are traveling along this path to a shrine so I can show you some of the more precise symbolism, now we could take several paths there, this is analogous to our religion, in life we travel a path, however though, there are gods that set the journey in motion, and travel the journey with us, they are aspect gods, and they preside over aspects of existence and life, like everything there are good gods, called Guardians and bad gods known as Sentinels, however there are also neutral gods, known as Presiders, they all stand guardian over a portion of the path,” she paused in her words as she turned down a corridor, leading into the walls of this pit like city, a few Tech priests were seeing to the strip lighting above, while an Artisan oversaw a few Initiates as they adorned the walls with an ancient tableaux, of several priests heavily cowled and in long flowing robes hovering in mid air over a craggy landscape, with impossibly high cliff walls on either side, shielded by fearsome warriors against an advancing army, as they chanted the ancient words.

“Our Tenants are to travel the journey in harmony with the Presiders, yet this is oversimplifying matters, we understand in our religion that good and evil must co-exist, they must balance, they cannot seek to overpower the other lest they destroy themselves, the relationship, is far deeper than this, the good and the bad work together, they are often depicted holding an uneasy truce over the paths, yet where we get our extremists, are where our flowers devote themselves to a single path to the exclusion of them all, it often results in madness, as they advance farther in the ranks and seek further favor and greater power under the gods their minds begin to loose perspective, they forget themselves, only the strong minded succeed in their quest, and to much ruin it has brought us in the past, this fate has befallen us in ancient times, of course tales of the Ascension Wars are best told by a historian, I am but a humble Priest serving under the aspect of Hartrussen the Craftsman, of undivided alignment” she bows to the Minister as she brings the group to a stop out of an entryway facing the group to finish her explanation of the beliefs of her religion, her hands resting slightly above her hips as she stood tall, her youthful face displaying the vigor with which she imparted the knowledge of her ways.

“As for our Rituals, they are often great festivals, which all may attend, we would of course seek prior permission before holding them, but they often take place at the onset of winter, and it is often a time of feasting and celebration, we put on great shows of epic proportion re-enacting the ancient tales, and Sanctifying the new Initiates into the Guides, the Priesthood, which is done at a certain point every year, at the correct celestial alignment, not something we usually place that much importance in, with this one exception, it is something better seen later on, the High Priest shall need to discuss this with you,” she finished as she motioned to the scenes inscribed upon the walls of the shrine, a Priest stood with his eyes stood and his hands stretched outwards as he placed his hands on a lectern, his eyes shifting rapidly underneath his lids, “Please come in fellow travelers, feel free to observe the images,” he murmured in sensual tones, casting his hands round the chamber, several rows of carved white benches out of cool marble the entire room was set with images framed in the white material, the entire place was cool, and towards the back, the room focused to one section, obviously the place where the priests preached to the people, behind were other rooms for unknown purposes, screened from view by a simple drape. The images showed many scenes from the lore of the Diri E I G Ignen, scenes of ancient battles figured prominently, while others showed images of day to day scenes and into an ordinary object or feature was incorporated the aspect of a god, the Overseer Priest after allowing the minister some time to observe these lovingly created images she asked smoothly, was there anything else about our ways, or do you have more questions before we continue?"

Zygonov shook his head, his wrist aching from taking notes on the sect. "I think I get it." He could always go over the notes later. The Interior Minister continued. "Let us continue with the exploration." The images themselves did little to arouse the Minister's interest; he was more interested in seeing the city and assessing what his government's policy should be toward the sect. One of the guards did, however, take an interest in a large battle scene.

"What is this?"

The Overseer Priest cast a glance at the image and gave the issue some deep thought, before casting a glance at the Priest of the temple, who understanding her intent padded his way over, his eyes opening, a look of ecstasy lurking in the depths, as he walked seemingly in the thrall of the gods, "The Battle of Hantaq Canyon, the site of present day Novesia I believe, There were several battles fought here, but I shall tell of the one fought during the height of the ascension wars, Voronzel Jindrax struck here, to try and press north to push us off the greater continent of Destinus, it was here that our Covenant guard made it's stand, we stood with our army and we prayed to the gods, our guard fought valiantly as we prayed up to Maljuras and the other Gods, the air was filled with the clashing of iron blades, and the screams of those who failed in their defense against the harmony of an enemy, the air was rank with the stench of battle, the Priests attendant lit incense to sanctify their prayers to the gods our words and motions of the hand seemed to create glyphs in mid air our words being cried out, they echoed throughout the canyon and they reverberated with an unknown power throughout the great canyons, to the skies we shrieked our devotion and our desperate need and prayer.” The Priests words rose to a crescendo as he told of the great prayer, his hands rose in front of him as he gesticulated with his hands, his robes swaying grandly around him, his features a mask of remembered woe, yet it was not his own, it was the woe he felt for those in the battle, of so long ago, as he mentioned names he would point to the figures in the image, great tall features in terrifying and strange, yet vaguely familiar amour, several bore helmets that looked similar to their modern day counterparts, yet others who did not bear helmets with there long hair and heroic expression, swung great implements of war, while the priests to the side of the image hovered in mid air, glyphs shining brighter than a thousand suns around them, the soldiers around them were imbued with light as they rose against those who would cast down them and their gods.

“Through our Prayers, Through us they bestowed a blessing upon our forces, and gave renewed strength to our near fallen champion, Zeon Xalxonois, with Zeon as the head of the army they surged forth while we prayed to the gods, such was the devotion of the priests that a great thing happened, they opened a gateway directly to the journey itself, and the light of the gods shone down, and a great artifact descended, a gift from the gods, Cast Iron Ladies, Mighty Vukas, and a newcomer, a celestial warrior all of them gifted to us for our devotion, yet still we prayed, and as the legends go despite Voronzel's attempts to cast us down the priests were impervious, great spears bounced off before they could get close, as if each priests devotion and created a shield of divine energy, the incantations went even higher as they rose to the skies, chanting and offering praise to the gods, and the light of the gods shone brighter and brighter until it engulfed the entire of the land, and our beaten took heart in this light, and rallied once more, casting off the stupor induced by the words of Voronzel Jindrax's rebellion, that we had strayed from the path, that we had killed the gods and sought to replace them with ourselves, yet the battle of the canyon was not yet over, for Voronzel Jindrax was a master of war, for he was once one of our greatest champions, until the Actions of one sect, jealous of his devotion to his father, the great Dragon of Potential Jindrax, cast aspersions of corruption on Voronzel, in the very temple of Jindrax, by attempting to take him by force they betrayed their intention, and he fled with the legendary prophetess Viginias, far to the south, to the city said to be built by Jindrax the God, Kravirez, a city that was old and ancient even back then,” his voice dropped low in reverence, he had heard tales of the city, even though like all of the priests he had not returned to his homeland in millennia, even if they could call it their homeland anymore, many of the priests had thought of applying for Kahanistanian citizenship, they felt that here they would be able to remain here for the rest of their days, offering up their prayers in this city, expanding their numbers of worshippers and traveling the journey with the gods as was proper.

“Voronzel Jindrax, the son of a god, he rallied a great army and decreed that we had been corrupted by our power, his army was impossibly well equipped, with weapons forged in the fires of the Hartussex, a great forge underneath the city, his elite guard, the Enforcers of his will and the army itself began a lightning campaign and had fast seized the southern cities, Zespan Xartesh, Likanzen, Vuortuzii yet the heaviest blow was to come when the temple city of Losenosenkral, our Capitol was lain siege to before we even realized what had happened, such was the speed of his campaign, Enforcers were alive in the streets, taking the temples and casting down the idols, shouting out loud cries of freedom from the chains, declaring liberation from the corrupt designs of the priesthood, and calling out of a better future. After their shocking victory they swept up to the mountainous north, having passed the deserts broken through our defenses at the Halmirez Canyon gate and sought to destroy out armies at Hantaq, there was no city there then, only a place where we may have halted them, Voronzel was an amazing swordsman, he danced in mid air his blades seemingly everywhere, he was a matchless master of the Vukas, even our own Champion Zeon Xalxonois met his match in the enemy hero, our ceremonies reached a height and the light grew, and a great bolt descended, and carved out and further deepened the canyon, both armies fled, while we completed our prayers, it was a victory, but a pyrrhic one, we lost so many of our finest, while they lost so few"

Shaking his head the old man mournfully recounted his tale, "Perhaps they were right, the second battle of Hantaq certainly smacked of corruption, as well as the final battles of the Ascension wars," he finished glumly, as he recalled his religions ancient fall from grace, from seven millennia ago, he remembered as a child being told the tales, of seeing an re-enactment of that entire war and sobbing at the tragedy, the corruption of those following the path of Darkness in their desperation, the last ditch attempts to save the status quo, the final defeat at Avankaris, and the mass exodus, how the temples had been empowered by the gods, as they cast their children from their homes, and how they had taken flight, bearing the faithful away, away from Voronzel's Jindrax new state, The Middle Empire of Novacom.

The soldier stuffed a notepad into his pocket, on which he had collated basic notes on the Battle of Hantaq Canyon. The Minister looked over at the soldier. The group was here to determine government policy toward the sect, not learn history. There was time for that later.

Not familiar with the term of address for Novan clergy, Zygonov decided to simply turn and speak to the Overseer Priest, facing her but not addressing her directly.

"Is there anything else in the city that you think would interest our government?"