You decide the most efficient way to teach Damena the spell is to give him the piece of soul with it, and you slowly force it into him. While you suspect the shaman when she was alive would have been more than a match for him, a fragment of her soul is enough for him to easily subsume, and his eyes widen – the spell is intricate and complex, but supremely efficient. You are very glad your magic caught her by surprise.
Having completed all you need to do, you leave your followers to wander as they will. They rapidly organize themselves, collecting and organizing the equipment of the dead and several begin making more totems of you. You fly away, leaving them to their tasks, confident in their loyalty and efficiency, for once someone swears themselves to a demon little can be done to sway them.
You seek predators, to dominate and destroy, and more beasts to corrupt, so that your armies may grow stronger. The first thing you find is a pair of leplenas. They immediately acknowledge you as their master, and kneel, before going off to join their brethren at your silent command.
The next thing you find is no predator, but a might creature none the less. It stands nearly twice as high as you, coated in rockhard scales, the a dozen long tendrils drooping from its mouth which can lash out with incredible speed to draw a tasty morsel from the ground or the trees. You even spot it snatch something from the talons of the bird. It wanders, not bothering to pay attention to its surroundings, supremely confident that not even a full pride of leplenas or pack of burnwolfs could truly hurt it.
They probably couldn’t. You however, are much deadlier than either. A single swipe of your axe is enough to tear off a leg and then slice deep into the belly, and then at your mental command its ribs constrict and crush the creatures many lungs. It dies before it even makes a sound.
You decide to lurk about the corpse and see what comes of it, and another lepelena stalks over, before bowing like the others. Then two squat creatures with massive jaws that look strong enough to shatter rock begin chewing at the dead beast’s limbs. You don’t even bother with your axe, instead simply slashing bother their throats with your claws. They drop dead.
Satisifed with this hall, you go off searching for more rouses. You realize you have no idea what to look for, as they are too small to spot from above the grass and you don’t know where they would live. You manage to find a couple of them sitting in a tree, but an exhaustive search reveals nothing in the immediate area.
Current form: A mighty man with the head of a bison and vicious, bloody claws.
Arms: 30 (Weapon)
Body: 29.5 (Weapon)
Mind: 29 (Weapon)
Magic: 29.5 (Weapon)
Other: Holding a spirit's heart and Bonebiter, the Bloody Maw.
Samana
Arms: 4
Body: 3
Mind: 1.5
Damena
Arms: 1
Body: 1
Mind: 4
Magic: 5.5
2 uncorrupted rouses
54 followers
29 servants( 6 Leplenas, 21 Rouses, 1 Burnwolf)
Scythes of Beleth
54 cultists
32 power (10 for totems, 5 for worship)
7.5 resources
Led by Samana and Damena.
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Topic: The Exiled Demon (Read 34537 times)