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- PANTHEON OF THE SUN AND MOON -

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

The Thief

Orland Mantos


The Lady

Julia Eaven


The Bard

Kuldaharn Tessis


The Soldier

Miels Haldol


The Dark Blade

Lucius Vedra


The Dutiful Monster

Xaero Drake


The Deciever

Keisandra, Bastard Child


The Mad One

Demaine, of the Holy Realm


The Trickster Lord

Hokkaido, of Kitsune no Tochi


The Master of Guard

Haiken, of Kitsune no Tochi


The Bloodied Knight

Shinamu, of Kitsune no Tochi


The Sterling Mind

Fukimo, of Kitsune no Tochi


The Illusionist

Seiko, of Kitsune no Tochi


The Mother

Nataki, of Kitsune no Tochi


The Firebrand

Junipei, of Kitsune no Tochi


The Shinobi

Kiname and Kitsu, of Kitsune no Tochi


The Turncoat

Damaki, of Kitsune no Tochi


The Twisted

Ame, of Kitsune no Tochi

 

PANTHEON OF THE SUN AND MOON

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PANTHEON OF THE SUN AND MOON

The Pantheon of the Sun and Moon  |  The Fallen Gods  |  The Wrath of the Gods

THE FATEFUL STRIKE (Part 2)

The Dark Blade  |  The Raven Knight  |  The Paladin Legacy

FOXFIRE (Part 3)

Foxfire  |  The Kitsune's Wedding  |  The Nine-Tailed Fox

THE BREAK OF DAWN (Part 4)

The Trickster Lord  |  Tales of the Sun and Moon  |  The Twilight Hour

 

PANTHEON OF THE
SUN AND MOON

THE PANTHEON OF THE SUN: ETERNAL, WISE, AND JUST

“Don't let this go to your heads – I have tried and failed to find better candidates; but none other than you are not either one of the deluded minds that opened the Gate in the first place, inappropriate for the task, or long lost to the sands of Time.”

“It will undoubtedly instill illusions of grandeur, but you are truly the only hope that Caelan and the entirety of the Weave has.”


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Finally, peace has settled upon a land where the Gods walk amongst men. The peoples of great Caelan and Syad both have set to repairing their nations after centuries of warfare, honoring the work of the great Samnus; a knight of great virtue who gave his life in a valiant effort to at long last bring an end to the grievous War of the Mask. Finally, the common man can finally sleep well at night, knowing that his house will not be burnt to a cinder by flaming missiles or his children cut down at the witching hour by hordes of heathen mercenaries.
 
However, it is unclear how long this apparent truce will last, as already rumors spread among the people that the fabled ‘Great Destruction’ will soon come to pass, indicating not only ruin for Caelan, but the impending obliteration of the Land of the Sun's Gods. The divine ones, being ancient and therefore fearful, gather their personal legions to themselves, scheme, and prepare for some grand conflict. If only they knew that all the able men in the world could not save them from their fates.

The Pantheon will fall, and it will be up to four sorry souls alone to save the world from entering the eternal and moonless night of destruction.

 

THE FALLEN GODS

THE GODS ARE NO MORE


THE PANTHEON OF THE SUN AND MOON IS BROKEN

“A smile, drawn behind a perpetually closing door – always just too shadowed by the torchlight to truly make out. “Good night, Hokkaido.” Good night. His last painless sleep had faded into memory, just as had the bearer of the voice that now spoke into his dreams.

A determined set, drawn in the dawn light of a dark day – always just too shadowed by duty to truly examine. “We will fight. I will fight. This city is our home.” This city. This city was a ruin, and no amount of ambition and optimism would resurrect it's unity and purpose. One could say that Eastbridge had died with Nataki.

A tear of unconcievable agony, drawn through half-willing eyes on the worst day of his life – always just too shadowed by the arc of his lids to truly understand. Had she died in pain? Of course. Would he die in pain? He did not yet know. Was she truly dead? Yes.


Was he dying?

Yes.


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The Pantheon that has existed for uncounted millennia has fallen in fell swoop – demons scourging the land, slaughtering the people of the Sun and destroying timeless cities in their wake. Lords have come to be lower than the people they once led, and the Citadel of the Sun lays empty and broken for the first time in all eternity

High upon the northern slopes of Tishri, Ozori struggles to contain both his sinister brethren and the mixed loyalty of his own men, while the demons grow ever closer. But the boon of his survival may be closer than any had reckoned; from the most unexpected of places. Yet to the south there lie challenges also, as the one once known as Lieutennant Gerard struggles to find his way in this new, broken world, and Death herself hatches a brutal plan for revenge.

In this time of indomitable dark, it is up to Orland, Kuldaharn, Miles, Julia and their Kitsune companions to reunite the Dusk Shards, close the Gate to the Underworld, and save the world that once held little but contempt for all of them. But will what has been lost to the ages catch up with them, or madness and betrayal signal an gruesome end to a quest that has only just begun?

 

WRATH OF THE GODS

THE KEYS ARE GATHERED


THE PATH IS CLEAR.


ONLY THE DESTINATION AWAITS

Shinamu?

“Shinamu!” Fukimo started as the swordsman melded like a shadow from the corner of the room. The expression upon the crimson-furred fox's face was shadowed, and cast in the moon-sliver light as if it were the subject of some strange, macabre painting set to strike terror into the hearts of young children. Most certainly, this was an aspect of the swordsman that she had never seen, but ever feared. Had he been in here all along? She didn't think so, but the door was closed behind him, and there was nothing to indicate his recent entrance.

Blinking once, twice, she finally managed to arrange her thoughts into further speech, and even then, it was stuttering and confused.  “Wha... What are you doing?”  Finally leaping up from the bed, the mystic stood stiff in shock as Shinamu began to draw yet closer from within the shadows, causing the formerly comforting room about him to seem cold and unwelcoming in the wake of his approach.

The swordsman had no true expression on his face, but the words that came from his mouth gave all the threat of a hateful grimace. “What I should have done long, long ago.”

​Then he reached to his back, and drew his father's sword.

Slowly, as if her mind was solidified in ice, Fukimo started to scream.


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With the Gates of the Underworld still spreading unholy spawn throughout the land, Orland, Julia, Miles and Kuldaharn must make the final steps to reclaim the world from the demons.  However, their most valued companion is dead by the blade of someone they once thought of as a friend, and the heathen armies of Syad are coming to assault the shores of Caelan with impunity.

Ozori is in the midst of a grave battle to secure both the Cage of the Moon, and the livelihoods of both Pantheons. Monsters rip and tear at his walls, and betrayal threatens from within. Will the sun prevail, or will the darkness of hell swallow the world entirely?

The one once known as Lieutenant Gerard has found many things in this new world, but peace is certainly not one of them. With new complications rising in each direction he looks, will this be the end to his journey, or only the beginning?

Discover all, and plunge yet again into the Land of the Sun and Moon. The wrath of the gods is formidable once more, but will their determination prove enough to combat this most invincible of foes and unassailable of demises?