The Ten Moon Massacre, which occurred on August 17, Year 1, was one of the most tragic and significant events that led to the Demon Wars, marking a turning point in the struggle between the Worshippers of Evil Gods and the Worshippers of the Gods of Good and Law. Here is a detailed description of the events that led to this massacre and its aftermath:
Events leading up to the massacre
1. Background of the Demon Wars:
- The Talay Empire was in a state of relative peace, with frequent conflicts only occurring on the borders with the barbarian tribes of the west and small skirmishes in the east with the Romani Empire. The Demon Wars began 4 years later and intensified over the next decade.
2. Marriage of the Princes:
- The marriage between Trifina, 2nd princess and Roper, 3rd prince, and the Heroes Kawada and Maeda, was planned to strengthen the lineage and power of the royal family. The ceremony took place in Lundine, attracting many nobles from the empire and beyond.
3. The massacre
- Four nights after the royal wedding. The massacre quickly spread throughout the city in a night of fury, violence, destruction and fear, thousands of members of the various criminal guilds were killed. It is estimated that between 5,000 and 30,000 people were murdered, including nobles, imperial officials, merchants and adventurers, all by the forces of the Demon King.
Consequences of the massacre
1. Intensification of Religion.
- The massacre intensified hostilities between the various factions of the empire, being one of the triggers of the Demon Wars.
2. Destruction of several temples dedicated to Evil Gods in both the Talay Empire and the Romani Empire.
- The massacre virtually decimated the leadership of the criminal guilds. All the leaders were killed and only the lower-ranking ones managed to escape, resulting in a significant weakening of the influence of these sectors of society in the Talay Empire. 3. Exile and Dispersion
- Of the few criminals who survived the massacre, most sought refuge on the Xok'al continent, leading to the dispersion of the criminal guilds in Zeisibar for decades.
4. Religious Polarization
- The massacre deepened the religious divide in both Zeisibar and Eadrus, the home continent of the Romani Empire, creating a climate of distrust and hostility that would last for eons. Violence and repression became commonplace, and religious intolerance intensified.
5. Impact on Talayan Politics
- The event had significant political repercussions, leading to a greater centralization of power in the hands of the monarchy and the need for tighter control over the various religious factions.
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Massacre of the 10 Moons
A dark, damp alley in Lundine, under the pale moonlight of the 10 moons on an August night. The air is thick with fear and the metallic smell of blood.
Jeanne A young thief, pale and wide-eyed with terror.
Pierre Her father, a blacksmith, his face lined with wrinkles and his hand shaking.
Jeanne clings to Pierre's hand, her thin, cold fingers pressing into his father's rough skin. The sound of screams and metal clashing against metal echoes through the narrow streets, getting closer and closer.
Pierre whispers. "Run, Jeanne! They're coming!"
Jeanne cries. "Father, where are we going?"
Pierre looks around, desperate. "It doesn't matter! We just have to hide! We're going to hide!"
They hide behind a wooden barrel, the smell of fermenting wine mingling with the smell of blood. With each moment, the noise grows louder, fear gripping their hearts.
Jeanne trembles. “Father, what’s going on? Why are they killing people?
Pierre’s voice was hoarse. “I don’t know, it seems like something from another guild, you saw, they were demons.”
Jeanne’s gaze fixed on the darkness. “But why? We didn’t do anything!”
Pierre sighed heavily. “This is no time for reflection, we have to run away. Get out of the city.”
A loud noise made them cower, in a recess inside the guild tunnels. A group of men ran past, armed with swords and axes, their faces distorted with fury.
Jeanne used the thieves’ sign language to speak to her. “Father, they’re going to find us!”
Pierre hugged her tightly. “No, Jeanne. Stay calm. The Gods protected us.”
Jeanne looked at her father, tears in her eyes. “Father, I’m scared.”
Pierre smiled weakly. “Me too, my daughter. But we have to be strong. Because of us, our family will always survive.”
The noise fades away, silence returns, but filled with unbearable tension. Jeanne clings to her father, seeking comfort in his embrace. Jeanne whispers. “Father, there’s not much left.” Pierre looks up at the sky, his voice full of hope. Odos, God of thieves will guide us, Jeanne. He will never abandon us. They run to the edge of the forests near the capital, leaving everything behind. In the background, several columns of smoke rise over the city. Later, they discover that they were the only ones from their sector who survived the massacre.
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The sun was beginning to set, tinting the sky with shades of orange and purple, when a tremor ran through the earth. It was no ordinary tremor, no natural tremor. It was something deeper, more menacing. I looked up, the direction from which the sound came, and saw a colossal figure falling from its clearing towards the outer walls of Lundine. It was a Golden Soldier, a metal statue, as tall as a building, with golden armor that shone like a thousand suns. His robust armor, predominantly gold and untarnished by time. The dome-shaped torso displayed a circular hatch, and exposed red energy beams ran down its powerful arms. With jewels encrusted on its body. It had no “eyes” or “mouth” .
Then a song came from the creature, Nazer put his hands to his ears, but the sound made his body tremble inside.
Well, I've been watching
While you've been coughing
I've been drinking life
While you've been nauseous
And so I drink to health
While you kill yourself
And I've got just one thing
That I can offer
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me, yeah
I'm not a martyr
I'm not a prophet
And I won't preach to you
But here's a caution
You better understand
That I won't hold your hand
But if it helps you mend
Then I won't stop it
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me, yeah
Drown, if you want
And I'll see you at the bottom
Where do you crawl?
On my skin
And put the blame on me
So you don't feel a thing
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
And take it out on me , yeah
Fear, confusion and admiration ran through his mind in rhythm with the strange music. He did not understand the song, sung in an unknown language but it would be It was impossible to ignore the energy and intensity of the event.
The music mixed with the golem's magic, creating a chilling effect. The air was charged with energy, and the walls of Lundine shook under the force of the melody. The Golden Soldier released a wave of a greenish energy formed in his chest, like a thunderclap ready to be unleashed.
The impact was devastating.
A section of the wall, a symbol of strength and protection, shattered into a million pieces. Stones flew through the air, hitting houses and people, and a scream of terror echoed through the city. The Golden Soldier, with the music still deafening everyone, fell amidst the devastation he had caused, his golden armor disappearing within the cloud of the explosion.
The scene was apocalyptic.
Fear settled in the hearts of everyone present, hope seemed to fade away with every second.
Nazer ran, leaving everything behind, the demonic music literally pushed him away, his hands covered his ears, which were dripping blood... so high...so high.
Thanks to Scrap, Dhah'ar was introduced to rock, which became known as demonic song, a stigma that would last for millennia.
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Antinua coughed, the metallic taste of blood in her throat making her choke. The air was thick, heavy with the smell of soot and burning flesh. Three bodies lay around her, two fire giants, all with the same expression of shock frozen on their faces.
"Damn it..." she muttered, wiping the blood from her face with her dirty sleeve. The group that had been seven was now just three: her, the elf archer Lyra, and the dwarf Ragnarook, the only one who seemed relatively intact.
Lyra, with her bow in hand, watched the horizon. "Antinua, what's going on? It looks like the whole city is on fire..."
Ragnarook, with a cut on his leg, leaned against a wall, gritting his teeth. "A good question, giants, did they have to be giants? Damn bastards... this strength... it's something I've never seen before."
Antinua stood up, her muscles aching. "It doesn't matter. We have to help. You two gather as many people as you can and take them away from the battle. I'll go to the temple to get reinforcements." "Where are we going?" Lyra asked, her eyes fixed on the columns of smoke rising into the sky.
"It doesn't matter. Anywhere but here. We have to find a safe place, treat our wounds and understand what's happening." Ragnarook said, gritting his teeth. Ragnarook coughed, his voice hoarse. "And who's doing this? Why are they attacking the city?" Antinua sighed, frustration and fear mixing in his chest. "I don't know, Ragnarook. But we'll find out. First, we need to survive."
Lyra approached, her blue eyes full of concern. "Antinua, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Lyra. I'm just... tired, this isn't how I imagined spending a few days in the capital. But we won't give up. We have to keep fighting."
Ragnarook stood up with difficulty, leaning on his sword. "Yes, we must continue. For our own safety and for the city."
Antinua nodded, staring at the burning horizon. "Go find a safe place. May the Gods of Light and Order guide you." She turned and ran toward the capital's cathedral.
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A group of adventurers struggles to save as many people as possible during the devastation caused by a massive golem. The air is thick with the smell of smoke, and the sound of falling debris echoes around them. Half of the second section of the wall has already been destroyed, while the demonic music continues. The golem seems focused on destroying the wall, but doesn't care when its magical attacks hit other things in its path. Veruna, the leader of the group, uses battle language, impossible to ignore the sound of the golem's sonic attack. "Quick! We need to split up! Lill, you and Tom go left, I'll go right!" Lill, an elf, nods, her gaze determined. "Watch out, Veruna! The golem could attack again at any moment!" Tom, the burly warrior, is already moving, his sword drawn. "Don't worry, I'll make sure no one gets left behind! It seems that the Golem uses his magic attacks during a certain part of the song, there is a short interval and then he starts singing it again from the beginning."
As they scatter, Veruna advances through the rubble, her heart racing. She sees a woman trapped under a fallen beam, her screams of despair piercing the air, but no one hears her.
"Help me! Please!" the woman cries, her eyes full of terror. Veruna reads the woman's lips.
Veruna crouches down, assessing the situation. "Calm down! I'll get you out of there!" With a concentrated effort, she tries to lift the beam, but it is too heavy. "Tom! I need you here!"
Tom appears quickly, sweaty and covered in dust. "What do we have here?" He stands next to Veruna and together, they lift the beam, freeing the woman.
"Thank you! Thank you!" the woman cries, standing up shakily.
"Go!" Veruna orders, and with a gesture points towards the group of refugees they are gathering, before turning her attention to the next challenge.
Meanwhile, Lill is in an elevated position, using her bow to protect the civilians trying to escape. She fires an arrow, hitting one of the approaching demons.
In the sky, the wizards of the towers fight with demons that have climbed onto the rooftops and attack people amidst the chaos.
"We are almost there!" she shouts, encouraging those around her. "Follow me! To the exit!" She gestures to the group, knowing that they can't hear anything.
The group gathers again, now with a few more rescued people. Veruna observes the destruction around her, her group was created to escort caravans, not to fight monsters and demons. She looks back and they have already managed to gather about 30 people, but she can draw the attention of the monster or demons, who are fighting with the wizards of the tower. "Don't look back and GOOO ...
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The attack lasted 4 hours, but until the early evening the mages were still trying to put out the fires. The worst affected areas were the suburbs of the capital and the eastern section of the wall that was under attack by the golem.
The city was in chaos, the citizens in shock. More than 500 years had passed since the capital had suffered an attack of this magnitude.
The attack on Lundine was a devastating event, resulting in thousands of deaths and causing severe damage to the capital. The situation is alarming, especially with the presence of several missing people.
Recently, the royal guard made several arrests in connection with the attacks, including the detention of two witnesses. In addition, there are several missing nobles who are being sought. Security in the area is being stepped up, and the authorities are working to clarify the details of the attack and locate the missing people. It is a critical moment for Lundine’s leadership, and the council meeting, attended by King Neven VII, Crown Prince Herveig, the Warlord, Minister of Magic, Minister of Coin and Spymaster, High Cardinal and Grand Master of the Adventurers and Mercenaries Guild, is essential to discuss strategies for responding to and preventing future attacks. The situation demands a careful and coordinated approach to restore the security and trust of the population.
King Neven VII raises his glass of wine and is served by his son who stands beside him.
“Gentlemen. Explain to me how my beautiful city was attacked without provocation, I want to know why, how and by whom.” He scans his ministers.
“Warlord?”
Warlord Duke Evan Le Kermarrak is a dark-skinned man standing at 5’11” and wearing a tabard in the imperial colors over his chainmail. His white hair is cut irregularly and amateurishly; evil tongues say that he cuts his own hair with a knife when it gets in the way of his fight. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his thick eyebrows. He is vehemently anti-magic, which in his opinion corrupts the soul. He looks at his cousin.
“My King, reports indicate that we were attacked by a mixed force of 60-200 monsters, consisting of the golem that attacked the walls, dozens of demons, and fire giants. The attack seems to have initially focused on the city’s sewers, the territory of the assassin, thieves, and smugglers’ guilds. But as soon as the rats began to flee, the attack spread to the outskirts of the city. There are reports of murders of merchants, minor nobles, wizards, and even a count, which seem to have been caused by a demon. At the end of the attack, several testified that the attacking forces disappeared with the help of a demon.”
“Minister of Magic.” The King says, massaging his temples with his eyes closed. Count Roland Le Barsong, Minister of Magic. “The wizards who faced the demons reported that they were of the Babau type, also known as one-horned horrors or ebony deaths, they were a type of demon that served both as assassins and recruiters. These were controlled by a succubus, who was also a priestess of some underworld deity. The fire giants were some kind of clone, because they were all identical. The golem was an old model, I will have a meeting with scholars from the Brown Tower later, and I will have more information. But it seems that the attack was coordinated by the succubus priestesses, we will know more details after the necromancers process the bodies.” “By them?” asks the prince.
“Yes, my prince, reports tell of between 5 and 10 of them.” The Minister answers in a low tone. “That the Gods have abandoned us?” The prince murmurs. His dejected expression is a reflection of the general thought. “No, my prince. I think quite the opposite. The wizards who fought the succubus and demons reported that she often said that this was a response, a message to those who dared to face her husband and her lord, Crixus. I believe that this is a response from the forces of evil to the marriage with the children of light.” “It was divine will that made me give in to the princes’ wishes and send them to the Red Mountains on their honeymoon. Do you think that this attack was intended to kill the royal couples, Minister?” The king says with a trembling hand. “I do not rule out that possibility, my King.” Count Roland concludes. “Master of Spies?” The king says. Koeth Inafhthar, the vampire, as he is called, an albino elf. “My King, everything points to what the Minister of Magic said. So far it doesn’t seem to be linked to any internal movement or our traditional enemies. We have 2 witnesses who we believe were at the beginning of the incident and they also point to this Demon King. At the time she used this same type of phrase that this was a message for daring to get involved with this being, Crixus. Clearly this succubus let the two escape to tell the story. My initial analysis indicates that the attack was aimed at the criminal underworld, both those directly involved and their accomplices. But this may just be to divert attention from the real target.”
“High Cardinal.”
Jocelyn Greenwood, a half-elf, her long white hair divided into 3 braids, her centuries-old eyes and her always good disposition contrasting with the atmosphere in the room. “My King, the signs are clear, the scriptures say that at the end of time there will be a fight between light and darkness, the darkness will be led by the great corrupter and the light by the children of Cystemis. There are no coincidences, everything was written, the sacred windows, the Heroes appeared, the failure of the children of light to lead the sacred journey, the royal weddings, soon the children of light were born, and soon after this Demon King appears. No! Everything goes as planned, but we must persevere, pray and protect the sacred lineage of the children of Light.”
“Grand Master?”
The Grand Master looks first at Duke Evan and then at the King. “My King, the guild has suffered many casualties, even more so because it did not have the support of the city guards.” Everyone knows why the city guards did not support the Guild on the outside of the wall. The guard was waiting in case the attacks reached the noble areas.
“Minister of Coin?”
“Between losses, compensation, and reconstruction, the kingdom has lost hundreds of thousands of gold coins, my lord. The coffers will be seriously affected, as will many ongoing projects. We will have to increase taxes for a few years.”
The King downs the third glass of wine in one gulp.
“What a headache.”