The First Inciters of Kuro'Jinan Pass

Few with sufficient knowledge would deny that inciting and those able to perform as such are considered the most culturally significant art form and people to the Tengri Oni. Elevated on the social platform as entertainers, storytellers, firebrands, and battlefield tide turners, these larger than life characters are the first image that comes to mind when the might of an Oni invasion is envisaged. First inventing themselves Pre-Fragmenterra during the mass enslavement of Oni by Disciplines, most activities that came naturally to Oni such as physical combat and dark spell casting were prohibited and actively punished.

With most slave labor camps held on the border between Kuroken and Ahli'jinan, most oni were taken North for physical labor in construction and piece work. Only a few oni were chosen to go South for use in crafting agriculture. As Ahli'jinan is much more firmly rooted in the arts than its northern neighbor, these few oni encountered workers passing work time with poetry and song. On occasion, the workers took a shine to the new workers that although were considered work stock, were able to lighten the workload of everyone considerably. Some oni were invited to share lunch breaks with their fellow workers and experienced instruments and song styling that was completely opposed to their

At the end of working for up to 70 hours straight, Oni would be returned to their camp for a respite just long enough to have them return to work fit enough to continue. During this time, with most hobbies banned, it became commonplace for Oni to try to emulate a more eloquent style of song than their culture had ever witnessed to entertain their brethren. Most jailers found this humorous and wrote home about the 'apes who tried to sing'. Without instruments, many oni would stamp their feet and beat their chests with a natural aptitude that made a rhythm that could rival the timing of many Discipline professionals.

Over the years, many oni would set regular nights that new material and rhythms would be showcased exhibiting their progress in skill. The jailers and their authorities were pleased that their captives had found for themselves a creative outlet that was no longer beating their fists on bars. It seemed that this performance could rouse energy in their inmates despite the days of labor performed and jailers even found themselves enjoying the performances. Camps would work out their best performers among the small communities and would work out ways to place them working at the same place as a fellow camp. On a day of planned competition, oni would spend their days working wondering if their champion would out skill their opponent and return home victorious.

It was on the first night of Gravitas's annual pass that opened the way for the oni to turn their internment on its head. For the first time in many years, the moon's presence felt different this year as a thick blood lust pumped through each and every oni's bloodstream regardless of geographical locale or distance from each other. Most discarded their desires as futile and while the image of snapped jailer necks and spines used as whips flew through their brains, all seemed accepting enough to simply take their rage out on the nearest walls or fellow inmate. The performers among them, soon to be known as inciters knew that the songs they sung, inspired by the Discipline's same styles contained heroes who overcame impossible adversity to achieve freedom for their people. It was time for their talents to set their people free.

Without communicating, all future inciters enacted an unspoken plan at once. Taking themselves to the highest location be it boulder or cage wall, the purposed oni took a firm fist and beat his chest once, then again and then again. Time and time again this thick resounding beat waded its way into the rabble that was the cells and enraptured source by source of chaotic cacophony. Every oni's external thought was thrown headfirst into the dirt as every imprisoned soul in heart bound submission began to beat chest or stamp foot in unison. What followed was a bellowed lyrical masterpiece. Poetic brilliance and impeccable cadence set pristine over thumping round that riled a deep ancestral rage untapped for centuries. With newfound vigor that outweighed that of un-incarcerated oni, the inciters led hundreds of oni to break iron bars and make child's toys of the jailers that had grown comfortable and weak in their positions. The chaos that ensued was given a continuous vocal score that elevated all oni in distant earshot far beyond what they understood as their physical potential.

It didn't take long for the Oni prisoners to meet on the beaches of The Kuro'Jinan pass. Uprooting trees in the moonlight with volcanic strength that still coursed through their veins, crude boats were fashioned and under the guidance of the Kuro'Jinan inciters, made it home in record time. On making landfall, news of these poetic heroes was quick to become the biggest topic and all felt the national pride spawned by 'the prisoner oni who became their own masters'.