The Hovel Report
A darkness has appeared over the land and time appears to have stood still. Our prophets fear demons are at work. The end of the world is upon us and our citizens have fled into their homes to await death and plead to the tree gods for mercy.
A darkness has appeared over the land and time appears to have stood still. Our prophets fear demons are at work. The end of the world is upon us and our citizens have fled into their homes to await death and plead to the tree gods for mercy.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Hae Mosu cried as he searched around Sejong's chambers. He was nowhere to be found. Hae Mosu had a translation from the Greeks as to the mysterious missive delivered months prior. The message was poorly written, but Hae Mosu assumed this was on the part of the translator, despite this it was legible; Rome was inviting all nations of the known world to meet for a summit. Hae didn't know exactly what Rome wanted to speak about, there was no contact between the two Empires, and the little knowlege that Korea had of Rome didn't exactly matter much in their eyes. Rome was far away, and did nothing to effect Korea.
The mushrooms overtook Daemok more quickly than usual. She was content in the Mayan court, but that was just it; content. She certainly didn't enjoy the freedom of movement her mother had in Korea, and Pacal was often away tending to the business of running the Empire. Little did she know much of this had to do with political currents brewing within the Mayan Empire (her mother's own freedom of mobility in Korea similarly had to do with political considerations, but in the opposite direction). None of these matters concerned her much, the only socializing she ever did was when Pacal was around and she longed to see him again. The mushrooms kept her entertained in the mean-time. She looked around the room and began to feel the effects, the ornate head-dresses of her servants danced in her eyes as a gentle throbbing overtook her entire body.
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