In the untamed and mystical realms of the Hyborian Era, there exists a ritual as old as the crumbling ruins that dot its horizons. “The Sacred Hunt of Jhebbal Sag”, a rite steeped in such archaic tradition, that beasts and humans alike vie for the prestigious title of “Champion of Jhebbal Sag.” To rise above in this sacred contest is to be marked by the hand of a god, or so the legends say. Yet, it was during these games of primordial might and mercurial wits that the Kor Atenubi Taharakhti, of the noble House of Harakhti, emerged from the shadows of obscurity to challenge the champions of Jhebbal Sag.
In a spectacle that saw man and creature locked in a struggle for dominion and honor, the Kor Atenubi Taharakhti demonstrated martial prowess that was whispered only in the most shrouded of sorcerous incantations. Upon the moment of his triumph, the sky bore witness to his extraordinary feat as he was anointed a true Champion of Jhebbal Sag. But the revelry was short-lived, for the rewards bestowed upon him were mere trinkets, paling in comparison to the raw power displayed by his weakest foes.
Scorned and belittled, the dark sorcerer that is the Kor Atenubi Taharakhti stood amongst the blood and bones of the fallen, holding the paltry offerings of the gods in his calloused hands. His eyes, once brimming with the ecstasy of victory, now simmered with the fires of contempt. “The gods are liars and must be subjugated!” he bellowed with a wrath that shook the very foundation of the sacred ground upon which he stood. His anger toward the deities was magnified by this affront; extreme revulsion.
In the wake of that fateful proclamation, the Kor Atenubi Taharakhti embarked upon a path that would lead him into the annals of legend and infamy. Never would he bow before the celestial beings that toyed with the fates of mortals. In the crucible of hate and discontent, he forged a new aim – to eradicate the false prophets of Jhebbal Sag and his ilk from the world. With his Arcanists rallied behind his cause and the arcane powers of his noble house at his command, the sorcerer-warrior seeks to impose mortal will upon the errant gods.
The exiled souls of the Hyborian era are not strangers to the wrath of those betrayed by the caprice of higher powers, but this… this was an affront of unprecedented audacity. What followed is a campaign bathed in sacrilege, as consecrated grounds were defiled and altars desecrated by an alchemist of vengeance, the Kor Atenubi Taharakhti. His quest, relentless and unholy, would ripple through time, etching his name in the stones of destiny as the mortal who dared defy the immortals.
For the aspirants of “The Sacred Hunt”, let this tale serve as a reminder of the unpredictable nature of the gods and the volatile passions that reside in the breasts of men. The rewards for becoming the “Champion of Jhebbal Sag” may indeed harbor the acclaim of the divine—but let it be known—they may also harbor the seeds of their own undoing.
~The Arcanist~
