#samiginus

Blasting blazing blood bullets against the ferocious Chimeric Conqueror Samiginus Samigila. On the hunt at the Maze of ITH, vertically fighting around the ancient columns carved with grotesque reliefs that narrate the legend of the Six Eyed Royalty.

Embracing her dreadful destiny as a missionary mistress heralding the passionate dogma of the Golden Dragon to the severely demoralized Exiles of Dismalia, the Holy Horned Huntress Dorris embarked on a personal crusade to invigorate the ethereal blaze of the Slayers of Phobos.

Departing without any sentence, granted permission to march towards the Dismal Frontier, carrying enough resources and belongings to donate them to a considerable group of bleak Hunters that quickly became her congregation once bestowed with the charitable gifts of the Priestess.

Heeding the teachings of the Tarnished Book of Omens and the providence of the Draconic Divinity. Solely becoming the first fountain of blazing blood in Phobos, the project of the Parish District continues as the gathering of fateful blood bound Radiant Slayers increases, exponentially incrementing the quality of life for the condemned, healing the blighted and arming their Hunters with state of the art weaponry and miraculous sorceries.

Too good to be acceptable to the criminal syndicates of Phobos and the Magal Guild. Whenever she is not leading the congregation with education and meditation, Dorris Bethel roams the dismal lands fight fighting blights, Demons and other threats in the name of justice and passion. The Radiant Church encourages euphoric diligence, and Dorris is a particularly radical wild card, even for her own Guild.

Highly independent, exceedingly effective, and sticking to her own codes of honor and dogma; which tends to make her overdependent on superstitious pattern recognition of esoteric messages all around her life, to the detriment of common sense.

"The shooting soul of a Slayer can be ignited with the flint and spark of boundless passion. The hidden potential of the Eternal Hunt is one of perpetual motion, evolutionary change and mutative adaptation; for in the expanse of infinity awaits apotheosis, its cosmic path defined by the Radiant Dragon Titan".

Teachings of the Fuscanni Hunters of the Radiant Church, Masters of the Crimson Gunpowder.

Behold! The immaculate design of this magnificent architectural design of this colossal chthonic column signifying an occult past buried beneath Dismalia, beyond sands of time and primordial rock. The Hematologic Pull mandates the flow of all flesh. Spilled then agglutinating at the Core of the world.

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Even within the safety of the shielding citadel of Phobos, the Dismal Frontier witnessed unwillingly the carnage circus of the chimeric Demons. Out of sight yet invading all other senses. The harrowing cackling chorus of Hell Hyenas, the beastly bellowing of the Behemoths, the drumming hoofbeats of Centaurs dancing to the beat of the doom of mankind, the mellow mourning of Minotaurs, the rancorous roaring of writhing reptiles; all swearing the bestial sacrament to their Bringer of Conquest, Apocalyptic Chimera of the Sanguine Sea that brings forth a flood of blighted blood. These monstrosities were all united under the Mystic brain-banner of the Devil that through tyrannical force taught them to ride each other into battle for gruesome glory and gorge with the gore of their foes. An Insidious Idol of Incandescent Eyes within layers of impenetrable muscle. That which commanded the spell storms and blights of the Dismal Lands, Samiginus Samigila! The Doom of the Waking Century! Intoxicated with volcanic fumes, invigorated by the callous chanting of its brood, the tyrant recites relaxingly an oath to itself and to the Nightmare Above; with all Exiles in their fortress as witnesses to its ascension into an abominable apotheosis. “One more hill left to climb and die on, my Demons. We ride and we hunt the hunters now. Once we feast on their flesh... WE SHALL TRANSCEND THE HUNT, THROUGH CONQUEST ALONE! We shall devour the stars and the sun, the blood of the earth will be our feast!".