Flag of the Eternal Kingdom of Osirion, 1988
Recommended listening:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJwlaIPz8Mg
Also:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQGkzgMmIdM
Credit to my girlfriend Amanda Vick for putting this image together.
The year is 1988. The world is in ruins, and while many are rebuilding and rising from the ashes, one nation, still standing just as tall as before, shines brighter than ever. A New Era has begun.
Five thousand years ago, a prophecy was foretold. From the heavens came warning of a great and terrible calamity that was to fall upon Erf. The ancient Pharaoh gathered his wisest priests, sorcerers, and engineers, and together they began to build.
Centuries passed before the coming of the reign of Ounas, the king of terrifying power who would be the first to face the enemy. A small part of the host of evil descended upon the lands of Osirion, recognizing the threat of the defenses they had laid out. Ounas, terrible in his might, devoured his enemies one by one and demonstrated the supreme power of the monuments of the ancestors.
Ounas recorded his legacy on the walls of his pyramid and in the inscriptions of his temple, as a warning to the future; a warning to prepare for the enemy's return. For the next several thousand years, Osirion built, repaired, restored, and built again, monument after monument. Through five thousand years of history, Osirion built a defensive network of such magnificent power, such magical wonder and beauty, its meaning nearly became lost... until the time drew near.
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The decades following the 1950's were difficult for Osirion. A dark cloud inexplicably fell upon the land. While the priests understood that the time of the prophecy was nearing, the people became bogged down with economic woes, crime, foreign wars, and a vague sense of growing anxiety. However, when the time of the prophecy finally came in 1977... it all came to naught. Life continued. It appeared that there must have been a miscalculation. But how large was the error? One year? Ten years? A thousand years?
With the great dark cloud temporarily lifted, in 1980, suddenly everything changed. The New Era stuck Osirion like a tidal wave and flipped the entire nation, its people, and its very soul upside down... and right back up again. Synthesizers roared and bass blared through the nightly air as the sounds of Osirio-Disco rocked the entire world. A cultural revolution swept through the people, and the landscape was forever altered with new, bright, fluorescent glowing colors and fixtures. Tradition blends with the future in a display of power, passion, ecstasy, and brightness never before seen on the mortal plane. As the Osirian people partied the nights away, in the darkest chambers of the highest offices, officials received an ominous warning from the divine powers.
The world was in chaos in 1981. Another nuclear conflict had broken out with the Empire of Agrum, and so when the portals appeared, many were caught unaware. Only in Osirion, where his divine and royal majesty Pharaoh Khemetankhamun III and his ministers observed with great vigilance, was the alarm sounded. As ash and fire began to rain down upon the Erf, the whole country was thrown into a flurry as the defenses were hastily prepared. Through the power of the obelisks, both old and new, Ra's divine light pierced through the ashes and gave clarity to the land. Five thousand years of training revealed a massive hidden army of professional magicians, sorcerer-warriors prepared to enter combat with the unholy foe. Temples ignited with magic glyphs projected great defensive barriers to shield the nation and its people. Statues, from the smallest shabti to the Great Sphinx itself, were summoned to life. With the priests ready to invoke the Gods themselves, the military fully mobilized, the people sheltered in the great temples and monuments of power and the Pharaoh fully committing himself as the avatar and vessel of the great god Horus, the party was ready to begin.
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When the first demon waves arrived, many nations around the world were quickly overwhelmed. The Pharaoh, who now had fully given himself to Horus for the time being, settled on a strategy of putting Osirion first before any in the world. As the great magical barriers deflected the enemy, they began landing in Osirion's neighboring allied states. Punt, Uhaggar, and Kush were violently sacked, their inhabitants sent fleeing into the safety of Osirion's shielding arms. The Grand Osirian Armada, deployed across the seas, attempted to return home as quickly as their machines allowed; many fought to the last to allow their comrades to escape. On land, the first contact was made with outlying Army and Royal Marine bases in the northern deserts. In one particular notable action, a Marine base was almost entirely wiped out save for six survivors. As his squadmates held out in the ruins of the stronghold, a single man was sent to a secret underground labyrinth to confront the demon threat. According to legend, the Marine single-handedly eliminated the enemy menace, only to return to find his comrades had been overwhelmed. He fled across the desert, destroying all evil in his path, and to this day, continues destroying the last demon holdouts in the dark sands of the north.
After finally getting past the desert outposts in the north, the demon hordes began slowly penetrating into Osirion itself. Here is where the party really began. Ekranoplans, ground effect vehicles of the Grand Osirian Armada, rocketed back and forth across the Naire river, shuttling fireteams of magicians and priests to the battlezones. The Pharaoh himself, given Life, Health, and Strength Forever Enduring like Ra, led his brave warriors and the great statues of power personally into battle. Meanwhile, the New Era of Osirian culture was about to show its true power. The priests, conducting rituals in their temples, encouraged the people to rejoice and lift their spirits; only their jubilation and love for the gods could carry them through this nightmarish calamity. And so, rejoice they did, to the sounds of synth, to the pleasures of the flesh and of the drink, and to the lights and beauty of the moment. The "Eternal Celebration" contributed so much energy to the temple network, that not only did they repel everything the demons could throw at them, but they were able to return fire with such magnificent force that the Legion was forced to call in reinforcements from around the world.
Despite the tremendous amount of energy flowing from the temples and the incredible effort of the warriors on the ground, not all was to bright and wonderful. Some temples began to collapse under the weight of the Legion's power. Many brave magicians and warriors fell in battle; some ships were destroyed. But in Osirion's darkest hour, it was still shining its brightest.
Pharaoh gathered his most trusted officers and officials. They knew what had to be done; the Pharaoh's great fighting machine was nearing completion, but would it be enough? Would they hold out long enough? So they devised a bold plan: they must finally activate the monuments. After five thousand years, their true purpose will finally be unleashed.
Pharaoh's armies and the remnants of the Armada gathered for one final climactic battle on the surface. At the Battle of the Reed Lake, the Osirian Armada and surface combatants smashed and scattered the demons, allowing them to be corralled and funneled into the nearby great city of Pharah. There, after the nearby great pyramids were activated to immobilize the foe , the righteous army of Horus armed and activated the great obelisks one by one. One by one, the shining towers ignited and completely annihilated the enemies of the sun god. Ra’s cosmic radiation flowed endlessly from the heavens, entirely irradiating the surface, with a blazing brightness so great, it could be seen from Sothis. This was finally the end of the threat on the holy soil of Osirion itself. But the fight was far from over.
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Across the skies, the Royal Osirian Air Force as well as air forces of the Grand Osirian Armada continued to battle the airborne enemies of Horus. They had driven them far back, so they could no longer pose a threat to the people. On the horizon, however, loomed a new threat. In the sea far to the north, a great cold wind howled and swept through the lands, bringing a chill to all within range. The great snowdevil, Frosty, had arisen.
Deep underground in a secret lair, the ultimate weapon of the kingdom lay silent, aglow in a mysterious shining aura. The Living Horus, in great anticipation, finally received the word.
“Your majesty, it’s happening.”
“It’s done?”
“It’s ready to go.”
“Launch it.”
The Falconzord, great mecha of Horus, swiftest in flight, toughest in strength, purest in the eyes of the gods, ascended to meet the abominable one.
Before confronting the giant, Pharaoh and his accompanying Armada and air forces traveled the world, doing their utmost to assist remaining nations in liberating the erf from the legion’s hordes. This has been credited with saving many peoples and many nations across the globe, whose eternal thanks we receive today. By the time the Lord of the Two Lands came upon the shattered remnants of Voightland, the monster had already laid waste to what little was left. Enraged by this insufferable deed, almighty Horus raised his khopesh of light, and prepared to make battle. The eyes of the creature, dark and black like kohl, affixed their gaze on the Lord of the Sky, as it unleashed its terrible lightning. The shield of Horus, crafted of magic bronze, withstood all the evil. With a cry that pierced dimensions and echoed throughout eternity, the almighty falcon soared to the horizon, and dove in on its prey. With a single, all-powerful strike of the almighty weapon, the abomination, which was once whole, became undone.
The last of the demon’s evil unfurled as a tremendous eruption of energy and force. Across the world, the good work of Ma’at could be witnessed. With the strongest of wings, the vessel of Creation’s vengeance made its return; but the cost of justice had taken its toll. Burrowing itself into the desert like a comet, the divine machine of retribution, its purpose fulfilled, came to rest in pieces in the embrace of father Geb. Just when the dust had settled, and Khepri began to raise the Aten above the horizon, a hero emerged.
Climbing the brow to stand on the scalp of the falcon, whose head gazes wistfully over the country perched on a high dune, Pharaoh Khemetankhamun III, given Life, Health, and Strength Forever, Enduring like Ra, Lord of the Two Lands, He of the Two Ladies, He of the Sedge and Bee, the Living Horus, King of Upper and Lower Osirion, Saviour of the World, triumphantly watched as Ra was reborn once again into the morning sky, heralding a new era of peace, justice, harmony, and glory for Osirion.
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In 1984, the great war of the world had been won. The ashes were cleared, the lands were cleansed, and the people began the long process of recovery after expending their energy. As the planet continues to rebuild and gain strength, Osirion blazes brilliantly amongst the nations as the Eternal Kingdom. His Majesty stands guard, watching over the Erf, waiting, preparing, anticipating the return of the enemy. As it is prophesied, the enemy shall return, and when they return, we shall be ready. Osirion shall always be ready, and as the gods direct the will of Ma’at and the spirit of Creation, Osirion shall live forever.
Flag of the Eternal Kingdom of Osirion, 1988
Recommended listening:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJwlaIPz8Mg
Also:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQGkzgMmIdM
Credit to my girlfriend Amanda Vick for putting this image together.
The year is 1988. The world is in ruins, and while many are rebuilding and rising from the ashes, one nation, still standing just as tall as before, shines brighter than ever. A New Era has begun.
Five thousand years ago, a prophecy was foretold. From the heavens came warning of a great and terrible calamity that was to fall upon Erf. The ancient Pharaoh gathered his wisest priests, sorcerers, and engineers, and together they began to build.
Centuries passed before the coming of the reign of Ounas, the king of terrifying power who would be the first to face the enemy. A small part of the host of evil descended upon the lands of Osirion, recognizing the threat of the defenses they had laid out. Ounas, terrible in his might, devoured his enemies one by one and demonstrated the supreme power of the monuments of the ancestors.
Ounas recorded his legacy on the walls of his pyramid and in the inscriptions of his temple, as a warning to the future; a warning to prepare for the enemy's return. For the next several thousand years, Osirion built, repaired, restored, and built again, monument after monument. Through five thousand years of history, Osirion built a defensive network of such magnificent power, such magical wonder and beauty, its meaning nearly became lost... until the time drew near.
-------------------------------------------
The decades following the 1950's were difficult for Osirion. A dark cloud inexplicably fell upon the land. While the priests understood that the time of the prophecy was nearing, the people became bogged down with economic woes, crime, foreign wars, and a vague sense of growing anxiety. However, when the time of the prophecy finally came in 1977... it all came to naught. Life continued. It appeared that there must have been a miscalculation. But how large was the error? One year? Ten years? A thousand years?
With the great dark cloud temporarily lifted, in 1980, suddenly everything changed. The New Era stuck Osirion like a tidal wave and flipped the entire nation, its people, and its very soul upside down... and right back up again. Synthesizers roared and bass blared through the nightly air as the sounds of Osirio-Disco rocked the entire world. A cultural revolution swept through the people, and the landscape was forever altered with new, bright, fluorescent glowing colors and fixtures. Tradition blends with the future in a display of power, passion, ecstasy, and brightness never before seen on the mortal plane. As the Osirian people partied the nights away, in the darkest chambers of the highest offices, officials received an ominous warning from the divine powers.
The world was in chaos in 1981. Another nuclear conflict had broken out with the Empire of Agrum, and so when the portals appeared, many were caught unaware. Only in Osirion, where his divine and royal majesty Pharaoh Khemetankhamun III and his ministers observed with great vigilance, was the alarm sounded. As ash and fire began to rain down upon the Erf, the whole country was thrown into a flurry as the defenses were hastily prepared. Through the power of the obelisks, both old and new, Ra's divine light pierced through the ashes and gave clarity to the land. Five thousand years of training revealed a massive hidden army of professional magicians, sorcerer-warriors prepared to enter combat with the unholy foe. Temples ignited with magic glyphs projected great defensive barriers to shield the nation and its people. Statues, from the smallest shabti to the Great Sphinx itself, were summoned to life. With the priests ready to invoke the Gods themselves, the military fully mobilized, the people sheltered in the great temples and monuments of power and the Pharaoh fully committing himself as the avatar and vessel of the great god Horus, the party was ready to begin.
--------------------------------------------
When the first demon waves arrived, many nations around the world were quickly overwhelmed. The Pharaoh, who now had fully given himself to Horus for the time being, settled on a strategy of putting Osirion first before any in the world. As the great magical barriers deflected the enemy, they began landing in Osirion's neighboring allied states. Punt, Uhaggar, and Kush were violently sacked, their inhabitants sent fleeing into the safety of Osirion's shielding arms. The Grand Osirian Armada, deployed across the seas, attempted to return home as quickly as their machines allowed; many fought to the last to allow their comrades to escape. On land, the first contact was made with outlying Army and Royal Marine bases in the northern deserts. In one particular notable action, a Marine base was almost entirely wiped out save for six survivors. As his squadmates held out in the ruins of the stronghold, a single man was sent to a secret underground labyrinth to confront the demon threat. According to legend, the Marine single-handedly eliminated the enemy menace, only to return to find his comrades had been overwhelmed. He fled across the desert, destroying all evil in his path, and to this day, continues destroying the last demon holdouts in the dark sands of the north.
After finally getting past the desert outposts in the north, the demon hordes began slowly penetrating into Osirion itself. Here is where the party really began. Ekranoplans, ground effect vehicles of the Grand Osirian Armada, rocketed back and forth across the Naire river, shuttling fireteams of magicians and priests to the battlezones. The Pharaoh himself, given Life, Health, and Strength Forever Enduring like Ra, led his brave warriors and the great statues of power personally into battle. Meanwhile, the New Era of Osirian culture was about to show its true power. The priests, conducting rituals in their temples, encouraged the people to rejoice and lift their spirits; only their jubilation and love for the gods could carry them through this nightmarish calamity. And so, rejoice they did, to the sounds of synth, to the pleasures of the flesh and of the drink, and to the lights and beauty of the moment. The "Eternal Celebration" contributed so much energy to the temple network, that not only did they repel everything the demons could throw at them, but they were able to return fire with such magnificent force that the Legion was forced to call in reinforcements from around the world.
Despite the tremendous amount of energy flowing from the temples and the incredible effort of the warriors on the ground, not all was to bright and wonderful. Some temples began to collapse under the weight of the Legion's power. Many brave magicians and warriors fell in battle; some ships were destroyed. But in Osirion's darkest hour, it was still shining its brightest.
Pharaoh gathered his most trusted officers and officials. They knew what had to be done; the Pharaoh's great fighting machine was nearing completion, but would it be enough? Would they hold out long enough? So they devised a bold plan: they must finally activate the monuments. After five thousand years, their true purpose will finally be unleashed.
Pharaoh's armies and the remnants of the Armada gathered for one final climactic battle on the surface. At the Battle of the Reed Lake, the Osirian Armada and surface combatants smashed and scattered the demons, allowing them to be corralled and funneled into the nearby great city of Pharah. There, after the nearby great pyramids were activated to immobilize the foe , the righteous army of Horus armed and activated the great obelisks one by one. One by one, the shining towers ignited and completely annihilated the enemies of the sun god. Ra’s cosmic radiation flowed endlessly from the heavens, entirely irradiating the surface, with a blazing brightness so great, it could be seen from Sothis. This was finally the end of the threat on the holy soil of Osirion itself. But the fight was far from over.
--------------------------------------------
Across the skies, the Royal Osirian Air Force as well as air forces of the Grand Osirian Armada continued to battle the airborne enemies of Horus. They had driven them far back, so they could no longer pose a threat to the people. On the horizon, however, loomed a new threat. In the sea far to the north, a great cold wind howled and swept through the lands, bringing a chill to all within range. The great snowdevil, Frosty, had arisen.
Deep underground in a secret lair, the ultimate weapon of the kingdom lay silent, aglow in a mysterious shining aura. The Living Horus, in great anticipation, finally received the word.
“Your majesty, it’s happening.”
“It’s done?”
“It’s ready to go.”
“Launch it.”
The Falconzord, great mecha of Horus, swiftest in flight, toughest in strength, purest in the eyes of the gods, ascended to meet the abominable one.
Before confronting the giant, Pharaoh and his accompanying Armada and air forces traveled the world, doing their utmost to assist remaining nations in liberating the erf from the legion’s hordes. This has been credited with saving many peoples and many nations across the globe, whose eternal thanks we receive today. By the time the Lord of the Two Lands came upon the shattered remnants of Voightland, the monster had already laid waste to what little was left. Enraged by this insufferable deed, almighty Horus raised his khopesh of light, and prepared to make battle. The eyes of the creature, dark and black like kohl, affixed their gaze on the Lord of the Sky, as it unleashed its terrible lightning. The shield of Horus, crafted of magic bronze, withstood all the evil. With a cry that pierced dimensions and echoed throughout eternity, the almighty falcon soared to the horizon, and dove in on its prey. With a single, all-powerful strike of the almighty weapon, the abomination, which was once whole, became undone.
The last of the demon’s evil unfurled as a tremendous eruption of energy and force. Across the world, the good work of Ma’at could be witnessed. With the strongest of wings, the vessel of Creation’s vengeance made its return; but the cost of justice had taken its toll. Burrowing itself into the desert like a comet, the divine machine of retribution, its purpose fulfilled, came to rest in pieces in the embrace of father Geb. Just when the dust had settled, and Khepri began to raise the Aten above the horizon, a hero emerged.
Climbing the brow to stand on the scalp of the falcon, whose head gazes wistfully over the country perched on a high dune, Pharaoh Khemetankhamun III, given Life, Health, and Strength Forever, Enduring like Ra, Lord of the Two Lands, He of the Two Ladies, He of the Sedge and Bee, the Living Horus, King of Upper and Lower Osirion, Saviour of the World, triumphantly watched as Ra was reborn once again into the morning sky, heralding a new era of peace, justice, harmony, and glory for Osirion.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
In 1984, the great war of the world had been won. The ashes were cleared, the lands were cleansed, and the people began the long process of recovery after expending their energy. As the planet continues to rebuild and gain strength, Osirion blazes brilliantly amongst the nations as the Eternal Kingdom. His Majesty stands guard, watching over the Erf, waiting, preparing, anticipating the return of the enemy. As it is prophesied, the enemy shall return, and when they return, we shall be ready. Osirion shall always be ready, and as the gods direct the will of Ma’at and the spirit of Creation, Osirion shall live forever.