Tag Archives: Nightfall

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The Starchildren

As I believe I have discussed elsewhere, the starsisters are powerful demons. As such they do not exist in what we would regard as corporeal form. They need an anchor to remain long in the world of Khumkato–and that anchor is usually one of the starchildren.

What is a starchild?  Usually they are raised from birth to serve as host to one of the sisters. Most of the starsisters effectively operate breeding programs in which they maintain hundreds of slaves. These slaves are paired off in the hopes of producing offspring that will exhibit certain characteristics. For example, Anhilisha values beauty above all else, while Anhilarya puts much stock in physical strength. When a girl is chosen, she is placed in a very specialize grooming program. In particular, they are fed a very specific diet of unique herbs that is supposed to slow down the damage inflicted upon their bodies while they are inhabited by the sisters. It is apparently an unpleasant process to leave one host for another, and so the sisters would prefer to keep a host as alive as possible, for as long as possible.

While this is the normal method, the sisters sometimes will choose girls from the general population, if it strikes their fancy. This has led to various noble families–and even some peasant ones–to bring their daughters forward as sacrifice in the hopes they might be chosen. If they are, the family often benefits by the association. Of course the child suffers a hellish existence while her mind is slowly extinguished and her body is eaten up painfully from the inside out. Therefore, while it would seem to grant the family some “advantage”, in fact they murder a very large piece of their soul in order to gain it. I have met some of these people, and I can say that the spiritual scars run deep and are still evident even generations afterward. But then again, anyone willing to doom their own child to such a fate is already so far beyond moral reason that I doubt they even realize what they’ve done.

Hmph.  And bear in mind this is from the perspective of a professional assassin. May the gods have mercy on those girls.

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The Mara

My lord, I realized that in my previous entry, I referenced the “mara,” as if you should know about them already.  I see from my notes that I began an entry on them earlier, but I scratched it out and never finished it.  They are certainly not a pleasant subject to discuss, in any company, but perhaps it is time to at least broach the subject.  I doubt, though, that one entry will be enough to really describe these vile, unnatural creatures.

The mara are a sort of nightdemon that reside and breed in the deepest parts of the Twilight.  They tend to congregate in the highest concentrations around the spires at the center of the starsisters’ larger cities, though they can also be found lurking in force near the smaller towers that spread the Twilight in the outlying areas.  There are mixed stories regarding their origins.  Some say that they are the spirits of the dead who have opposed the starsisters, bound into earthly form as punishment.  Some say they are the shades of the evil ancestors who first betrayed the Empire of the Sun to the starsisters.  Still others say that they were brought into the world of Khumkato by the sisters when they pierced the veil of the heavens.  I of course have no way of knowing, but I suspect that some variation of the last is the true tale.  I have seen the mara with my own eyes, and I find it hard to believe that they belong here, even in the deepest crevices.  Khumkato can be a dark place, but the mara are darker still.

How to describe the mara?  They are shadow, formless and yet with shape; they are there and yet they are not there.  They have a limited ability to touch someone in our plane of existence, but they cannot hold complicated forms for long.  Thankfully I have never caught the attention of these foulest of  beings, but I spoken to those who have.  The mara slip in and out of your field of vision, even as you look directly at them.  It is said that as you focus on one, you suddenly realize that it is no longer there, only to feel its death-like touch caressing your throat and smelling its revolting breath as it whispers madness into your ear.  When you turn, it melts away only to come at you from some other, unexpected angle.  Its voice, I hear, echos through your mind and into your very soul.  A phrase, though spoken softly, reverberates through you, leaving the impression that certain words–usually the most horrible–are repeated again and again in a cacophony of jarring dissonance.

Perhaps it is their hunger that I find most revolting.  The mara feed off of light and life, both intangibles, but they desperately desire them in corporeal form.  All they need do is drink of a victim’s soul and mind, leaving behind a withered, shrunken husk.  But that is not enough for them.  They try to physically devour their prey, especially the remnants of the human sacrifices the starsisters regularly demand (perhaps it is a boon for their continued service).  However, since they have no settled physical form and certainly no digestive system, all they usually succeed in doing to tearing the poor soul to pieces, and smearing the remnants around until it is a bloody mess of pulpy gore.  I am sorry to say I have seen this happen to on two occasions.  I do not care to see a third.

That is enough on the mara for now, I think.  I would like to have enough stomach left to eat again before I sleep.

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The Importance of Tea

As I have traveled through Nightfall, I have noticed that, despite the most vigorous efforts of the starsisters, the culture of the Empire of the Sun has still survived in places.  Given, you see very little of it openly practiced in the Twilight, but in the sunlit lands that have fallen under the political thrall of Nightfall but have not yet been reached by the darkness, you see more of it.

One of the most common hold overs from times gone by is the people’s use of tea.  Tea was once one of the main exports of the Empire, and its own people drank it by the riverful.  it is still exported today–albeit in reduced quantities because of the devastation wrecked by the Twilight–but its use is completely banned within Nightfall.  I suppose the starsisters think it would serve as a comforting reminder of a better life in a different age, and so while they will sell it other gladly, they are somewhat less glad to have it circulating amongst their occupied territories.

That is probably also why I think more tea is poured into more throats today than it ever was while the Empire reigned.  The people are simply more discrete about it.  In the sunlit lands, they serve tea at every private dinner and, if you are lucky, before bed each night.  

In the Twilight, it is more difficult to come by–but still not impossible.  I have found that there are secret tea houses operating in virtually every major city on the continent.  I once passed a fine evening in a small tea room virtually on the very doorstep of Ahilisha’s spire in the City of Glorious Twilight.  In all parts, the ancient tea ceremonies (there are several, I believe) are still held in high regard.

Personally, I have come to prefer the savory flavor of the gudaara leaf, with its almost golden hue.  If you are in the mood for something darker with more kick, I would suggest the highly prized Ooilo from the southwestern provinces.  If your Majesty would like to try it, you would be well advised to purchase as much as your stockrooms can hold.  The Twilight is almost upon that region.

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The Cult of the Starsisters: Morality

Morality, as taught by the Cult, provides another strong and insidious element of control over the population.  It is also another outrageous self-contradiction:  it is simultaneously presented as both completely relative and absolutely binding.

In general, from my observations as I traveled through Nightfall, the Cult focuses on tearing down any and all belief in the existence of right and wrong in the young, whether inherent to their nature or taught by the remnants of older views.  They do this by gradually exposing children to more and more brutal rituals, such as the murderous feasting that always accompanies Hai’Lyn’s Night in the evening of the year.  Over time, people lose all practical sense of conscience, and will do anything the Cult dictates, even killing their own family members.  This results in “citizens” who not only accept atrocities without question, but they willingly participate in them in the hope of a reward–usually food or some other pleasure.

As people grow older, the Cult gradually begins to emphasize its own absolute form of morality to which it demands complete and immediate obedience–the first and foremost dictum of which is absolute faithfulness to the whims of the starsisters and the edicts of Nightfall.  Over time, with all vestiges of good moral sense forcibly burned out of them, young women and men move from simply accepting the atrocities of Nightfall to believing them to be completely and totally right, normal, and just.

It is brilliant really:  Whenever someone begins to feel a twinge of conscience about something she is being made to do, she is immediately “reminded” that there is no such thing as right and wrong (if that doesn’t work, torture and deprivation are usually effective). At the same time, they are to treat Nightfall’s own twisted system of morality as if it were absolute and unquestionable, keeping them away from asking questions the Cult dislikes.

From my observations as I traveled the realm of Nightfall, the teaching of morality is somewhat contingent upon social class and standing.  With anyone with a weapon and the ability to use it–the yaoban or the army, for instance–a much heavier emphasis is laid on absolute obedience.  For some of the peasants, moral teaching stops with the first stage.  The Cult generally grinds the lowest classes down into an exhausted haze:  Willing to accept anything as long as it gives them a decent chance at a full belly and a whole night’s rest.

There are of course many in the former Empire of the Sun who cling to the old ways, the truth, and a belief in actual right and wrong, but they are becoming fewer and fewer.  Some are quite adept at subverting the system, but most live in mortal terror of discovery.

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The Cult of the Starsisters: Religious Nature

The Cult of the Starsisters will also take a large number of entries.  Perhaps I will collect them all together in the editing process before the final submission of my report, perhaps I will just index them.    The Cult is a strange mix of self-serving contradictions.  It is a non-religious religion that the starsisters have built up around themselves and are using to slowly focus succeeding generations to idolize their rulers for the very crimes the people should hate them for.

It teaches that there is no God (or gods).  In the place of a higher power, the starsisters place the government of Nightfall itself–the state–which is the embodiment of the ideal of their “mother,”  Hai’Lyn.  While this is obviously a claim to be completely secular, from what I have been able to discern, the Cult acts and believes in all ways as one would expect a radical sect of religious believers.  While they claim that there are no gods, no personal being to worship, they manifestly and maniacally worship Nightfall and the starsisters themselves.

I find this doubly ironic, since the starsisters are manifestly of the same “stuff” the gods of old seemed to be made of.  But they aren’t supposed to talk about that–more on their views of reason and rationalism later.

While this sounds like a laughable combination, it is really a very effective means of control.  The Cult’s followers hold it in complete, mystical awe while at the same time disdaining all other religious claims.  Why?  Simply because the other religions, whose moral systems might reveal the starsisters for the monsters they are, are “religious” and the Cult’s beliefs are somehow “rational.”  Believers therefore hold the Cult to a completely different, naive standard of evidence that their own religion–for that is what it is–cannot itself meet.

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The Twilight of Nightfall

The Twilight:  It is a topic that I will need to revisit several times before I can even begin to do it justice.  I don’t know that I can ever really succeed.  The Twilight of  Nightfall is like nothing the world of Khumkato has ever seen.  It defies all natural law.  It is intangible, overpowering, sinister, and unstoppable.  And I do not impress easily.

The Twilight is some form of perpetual, creeping night that devours all natural light with which it comes into contact.  It seems to be centered on the towers that the starsisters create in the various parts of Nightfall, most strongly around the towers the sisters themselves occupy.  I would try to say that the towers “generate” the Twilight, but how do you create nothingness?  It is as if there is a massive hole pierced through the daylight, revealing the perpetual nighttime of the darkspace beyond.  In the locations where it is “thickest” (I must find a better word for it) it is just as if you were walking through a cold moonless night, staring up through the murky blackness toward strange constellations, even if you know that only a few miles away, it is a completely warm and sunny day.

Traveling into any one of the cities is an unnerving prospect as one passes through the edges of the Twilight into its heart.  The sky seems to “set” as it would during a normal night, no matter what time of day it is.  The idea of “geographical” night takes some work to adjust to.  If one approaches at night, one can pass entirely inside its borders without ever realizing there was a transition.  

The Twilight is at times beautiful and is always mysterious.  There is something comforting in it–at the beginning at least–the feeling of absolute solitude, privacy, and protection.  Therein lies its greatest danger.  The Twilight is also patient.  It corrupts its victims slowly, so slowly that most do not even know that they are changing.  Animals are warped into disfigured shadows of their former selves.  The only plants that seem to thrive are kinds of moss and lichen alien to Khumkato, some of which grow to be the size of large trees and reproduce at an alarming rate.  The people, too, gradually fade from their normal honey brown skin tone to a pale, sickly white.  Left untreated, their bodies become hunched, lean, and used up.  They come to hate the sun and believe it to be deadly to them.  Their diet changes from healthy foods to the mosses and lichens, and some have even been know to resort to cannibalism.

Only regular participation in the rituals of the Cult of the Starsisters seems to affect the transformation, allowing the people living in the Twilight to maintain a semblance of humanity–those who display the most radical devotion to the sisters seem to suffer the least.

I do not  know whether starsisters are the cause of Twilight or if they simply feed off of it.  Perhaps it is both.  They are extending it, however.  As they use up one husk body after another, they push the boundaries of the Twilight farther and farther by ensconcing husks in smaller towers on the borders of their realm.  More than half the continent now lies in the perpetual darkness of Nightfall, while the starsisters exploit the rest to supply food for the large portions of the population (and their thrall armies) that still depend on human food.  This is a slow way to conquer a world, but the Twilight is irresistible, and immortals can afford to be patient.

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The Starsisters

The seven starsisters, under their mother Hai’lyn, are the ruling powers behind the nation of Nightfall and the center of the Cult of the Starsisters to which all are forced to pay homage.  They are incredibly powerful mystical beings that, according to the peasants’ legends, descended to our world of Khumkato from the outer darkness more than seven generations ago. They are said to be the living representations of the stars in the constellation of the serpent, where Hai’lyn allegedly resides.  While no one has ever seen their mother and some doubt her existence, the sisters are clearly very real and their strength grows steadily with the corruption they spread.  They are subduing this entire continent.

While I know that there are seven sisters, I have only been able to identify and locate five of them in the portions of Nightfall that are contained in the former Empire of the Sun.   (I would suggest that your majesty consider further expeditions to locate the remaining two.)  They are   Anhilisha, Anhilynya, Anhilerya, Anhilysha, and Anhilarya.   Apparently Hai’lyn likes to do things in groups and isn’t very creative with her naming.  Each of the starsisters will be treated to a separate entry in this compendium as I compile information on them.

From what I have been able to ascertain, the starsisters are not physical/corporeal in any real sense of the word.  They are very powerful spirits of some kind, and they possess the bodies of mortals to interact with and rule their physical realms here on Khumkato.  Their energies burn through the individual’s body, leaving behind a mindless husk that obeys their commands and seems to be able to manipulate the darkness of the twilight.  Thus the twilight is spread and maintained, even in places where the starsisters are not present.  I have seen one of Anhilisha’s ceremonies of transition.  It was…disturbing.

Each of the starsisters maintains control of a different section of Nightfall, living in a tower that burns with a brilliant white light at it’s peak.  Usually, the tower sits at the center of their ever-expanding district, and they sometimes have constructed newer abodes as the center of their twilight shifts and moves with time.  They are nearly always to be found in the darkest parts where the destruction of the corruption is at its worst.  Their cities all have grandiose, almost ceremonial, names such as the “City of Glorious Twilight,” the seat of Anhilisha’s district.  While marvels of engineering and planning at their center, the cities’ outer regions are dirty and chaotic.  They are universally dangerous places to be no matter where you happen to be inside them, and the mara haunt the grounds surrounding the towers.

The starsisters are very different from one another in terms of personality and style of rule, though they all share a love for cruelty, sadism, and murder.