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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Godhood III Play Thread
« on: November 28, 2010, 08:25:32 am »
Rahisael shivered. He felt that something had awoken. Something that had long slept- Something he hadn`t expected.
A moment of doubt; A moment of thought; And then he had a new plan.
"Dordrath; Rahisael speaks. As you see the special spells i applied allow me to communicate directly to you. I have new orders for you. As soon as you find the time try to gather a cult around you. A cult of warriors and eager worshippers- They shall worship me, understood? You can be their king, though. Train them as an army, just like you did in your old city. Search among the deserted villages; Surely not all people are eager to leave their homes behind. Some surely want to fight. Persuade them that fighting is pointless if they die anyway- But show them that with training and discipline and my blessing they will be able to take revenge on their enemies. Once you have found a sizeable number of worshippers lead them to the Peak of Blood. They shall build a town at the base of the mountain; And you may rule about it again. See? Soon you`ll be the mightiest man alive again. I expect no failure."
"Let`s see how Dordrath will handle this. I hope my trust isn`t wasted. Now, let`s visit someone else.."
Old Scarpelt was the leader of the largest group of Wargaz; A bold and cunning warrior. Often he had led his tribe to war; Especially against the Northren. Often he had raided villages in the valley and he had returned with rich plunder; Weapons and crafts most valuable.
Right now his tribe was resting in the recently plundered Village- It was just a little one, and easy to conquer, yet they had found food and shelter for a few days.
The Wargaz didn`t build villages themselves. They were nomads; And able to survive in the wilderness. But a house was a welcome change; And naturally Scarpelt had claimed the biggest one for himself. In a few days they would move on; Most likely he would lead the Wargaz even deeper into the Valley.
He could hear busy, little, feet- They belonged to those strange rat people that appeared a few weeks ago. At first the wargaz had chasen them off; But they came back again and again- And being tired of it the Wargaz finally accepted them. They seemed to pose no threat to them anyway; They just appeared after each raid and stole the items the Wargaz didn`t claim for themselves. He assumed that having a few more watchful eyes around couldn`t hurt.
He could hear busy, little, feet. And something else- It sounded like.. Like Battle? He heard screams and the song of weapons.
He jumped up. Could it be that they were being attacked? He rushed to the door, ready to jump into the battle immediately.
"Stop right there. Let your men sleep; There`s no battle outside. I apologize for making such a noise."
Scarpelt turned around and faced the speaker. He was bigger than he was (And Scarpelt was quite big.) and armored from head to toe in some kind of shining, blood spattered, armor.
"Rahisael!" He gasped. "Father war!"
Like pretty much all Wargaz he was a faithful worshipper of Rahisael; And though the God seldom spoke to them they often saw him during their transformations- Or they saw his minions, the terrible walking corpses. The shamans said seeing those creatures was a sign of Rahisaels favor- But a grizzly one. Scarpelt was no coward, but even he feared them.
"Nice to be recognized. I congratulate you; You won a nice, if small, victory today."
"Thank you. I dedicate it to you. And i swear i will try to win more victories to satisfy your bloodthirst."
"I know that you are faithful worshipper of me. And that`s why i`m about to choose you for an important task. May i ask what your plans for the next few raids are?"
Scarpelt felt proud. Had he truly earned the trust of the god of war? In the history of the wargaz only one chieftain had ever been visited by Rahisael himself. (Though the History of the Wargaz was hard to track down; For they wrote nothing down.)
"I`m going to lead my tribe deeper into the valley; There i hope to find even greater riches and slaughter."
"Nice plan. If you want to get your tribe killed."
"I don`t understand. Why should we get killed?"
"A god who slept a long time has awoken and he is wroth. Right now he is forming his followers into an army; And i guess he will soon decide to get rid of the Wargaz that threaten his children."
He did not fear an army. It had to be an test; The God of war simply wanted to see whether he could be trusted.
"I fear no army. No Northren. No one. If you wish i`ll lead my Wargaz into battle and we will conquer them."
"No, you won`t."
"I appreciate your fervor but this is not the right time to dwell in thoughts of glory. The Lord of Winter is a mighty foe and this is his snowy realm. Facing him here is madness and suicide."
"I hate to flee from battle."
"So do i. But you won`t flee. You will advance. In another direction. Right now other gods are also gathering their armies- Big armies. And i`m no exception. A time of war and plunder and glory lies ahead and i can`t waste valuable warriors by sending them on suicide missions."
"What shall i do?"
"Lead your tribe away. Ever heard of the Peak of Blood?"
The Peak of Blood was a mountain far away; A mythical place. As he knew his ancestors were born near it. Now they had migrated away from it; But some hunters claimed that the walking corpses were attracted by it.
"Yes, some of my hunters know where it lies. It`s a grim place."
"Good. The Peak of Blood is my fortress. Or rather it will be, soon. I want you to lead your tribe to it. More; I want you to gather some of the other tribes around you, too. At the mountain you might meet other Creatures; Hurt them not. They are also my servants. They will show you how to build a camp. In return you will teach them how to fight and you`ll also provide them with meat through the hunt."
"I will, my God. But if what you say is true we have to leave soon- I`m not sure whether i can send messengers to all the tribes in due time."
"You don`t have to. Find those that are nearby- The other tribes have to play another role. And i have another order for you. Send messengers to the City called Dordrath once you arrived at the mountain. Propose an alliance and some trade agreements- Send them furs and bone and in return buy food and weapons and armor."
"I will, my God. But how will i able to persuade the other tribes?"
"Don`t worry, you will. Move out at dawn. See you later."
And then he was gone. Perplexed Scarpelt asked himself what Rahisael meant.
The door was opened and he heard the voice of Bloodclaw, his son.
"My Chieftain.. There.. There are abominations in the camp. They just stand there. The shamans say it`s a sign of Rahisael."
"Indeed it is." Smiled Scarpelt, turning around. "Tell the Warriors that we move at first light."
Rahisael orders Dordrath to found a cult of Rahisael and to move to the Peak of Blood where they shall build a city.
Rahisael orders Scarpelt, the leader of the largest tribe of Wargaz, to move to the peak of blood and to send messengers to the city of Dordrath. He shall also persuade other tribes nearby to join him.
Rahisael orders three abominations to follow Scarpelt as a sign of his favor.
A moment of doubt; A moment of thought; And then he had a new plan.
"Dordrath; Rahisael speaks. As you see the special spells i applied allow me to communicate directly to you. I have new orders for you. As soon as you find the time try to gather a cult around you. A cult of warriors and eager worshippers- They shall worship me, understood? You can be their king, though. Train them as an army, just like you did in your old city. Search among the deserted villages; Surely not all people are eager to leave their homes behind. Some surely want to fight. Persuade them that fighting is pointless if they die anyway- But show them that with training and discipline and my blessing they will be able to take revenge on their enemies. Once you have found a sizeable number of worshippers lead them to the Peak of Blood. They shall build a town at the base of the mountain; And you may rule about it again. See? Soon you`ll be the mightiest man alive again. I expect no failure."
"Let`s see how Dordrath will handle this. I hope my trust isn`t wasted. Now, let`s visit someone else.."
Old Scarpelt was the leader of the largest group of Wargaz; A bold and cunning warrior. Often he had led his tribe to war; Especially against the Northren. Often he had raided villages in the valley and he had returned with rich plunder; Weapons and crafts most valuable.
Right now his tribe was resting in the recently plundered Village- It was just a little one, and easy to conquer, yet they had found food and shelter for a few days.
The Wargaz didn`t build villages themselves. They were nomads; And able to survive in the wilderness. But a house was a welcome change; And naturally Scarpelt had claimed the biggest one for himself. In a few days they would move on; Most likely he would lead the Wargaz even deeper into the Valley.
He could hear busy, little, feet- They belonged to those strange rat people that appeared a few weeks ago. At first the wargaz had chasen them off; But they came back again and again- And being tired of it the Wargaz finally accepted them. They seemed to pose no threat to them anyway; They just appeared after each raid and stole the items the Wargaz didn`t claim for themselves. He assumed that having a few more watchful eyes around couldn`t hurt.
He could hear busy, little, feet. And something else- It sounded like.. Like Battle? He heard screams and the song of weapons.
He jumped up. Could it be that they were being attacked? He rushed to the door, ready to jump into the battle immediately.
"Stop right there. Let your men sleep; There`s no battle outside. I apologize for making such a noise."
Scarpelt turned around and faced the speaker. He was bigger than he was (And Scarpelt was quite big.) and armored from head to toe in some kind of shining, blood spattered, armor.
"Rahisael!" He gasped. "Father war!"
Like pretty much all Wargaz he was a faithful worshipper of Rahisael; And though the God seldom spoke to them they often saw him during their transformations- Or they saw his minions, the terrible walking corpses. The shamans said seeing those creatures was a sign of Rahisaels favor- But a grizzly one. Scarpelt was no coward, but even he feared them.
"Nice to be recognized. I congratulate you; You won a nice, if small, victory today."
"Thank you. I dedicate it to you. And i swear i will try to win more victories to satisfy your bloodthirst."
"I know that you are faithful worshipper of me. And that`s why i`m about to choose you for an important task. May i ask what your plans for the next few raids are?"
Scarpelt felt proud. Had he truly earned the trust of the god of war? In the history of the wargaz only one chieftain had ever been visited by Rahisael himself. (Though the History of the Wargaz was hard to track down; For they wrote nothing down.)
"I`m going to lead my tribe deeper into the valley; There i hope to find even greater riches and slaughter."
"Nice plan. If you want to get your tribe killed."
"I don`t understand. Why should we get killed?"
"A god who slept a long time has awoken and he is wroth. Right now he is forming his followers into an army; And i guess he will soon decide to get rid of the Wargaz that threaten his children."
He did not fear an army. It had to be an test; The God of war simply wanted to see whether he could be trusted.
"I fear no army. No Northren. No one. If you wish i`ll lead my Wargaz into battle and we will conquer them."
"No, you won`t."
"I appreciate your fervor but this is not the right time to dwell in thoughts of glory. The Lord of Winter is a mighty foe and this is his snowy realm. Facing him here is madness and suicide."
"I hate to flee from battle."
"So do i. But you won`t flee. You will advance. In another direction. Right now other gods are also gathering their armies- Big armies. And i`m no exception. A time of war and plunder and glory lies ahead and i can`t waste valuable warriors by sending them on suicide missions."
"What shall i do?"
"Lead your tribe away. Ever heard of the Peak of Blood?"
The Peak of Blood was a mountain far away; A mythical place. As he knew his ancestors were born near it. Now they had migrated away from it; But some hunters claimed that the walking corpses were attracted by it.
"Yes, some of my hunters know where it lies. It`s a grim place."
"Good. The Peak of Blood is my fortress. Or rather it will be, soon. I want you to lead your tribe to it. More; I want you to gather some of the other tribes around you, too. At the mountain you might meet other Creatures; Hurt them not. They are also my servants. They will show you how to build a camp. In return you will teach them how to fight and you`ll also provide them with meat through the hunt."
"I will, my God. But if what you say is true we have to leave soon- I`m not sure whether i can send messengers to all the tribes in due time."
"You don`t have to. Find those that are nearby- The other tribes have to play another role. And i have another order for you. Send messengers to the City called Dordrath once you arrived at the mountain. Propose an alliance and some trade agreements- Send them furs and bone and in return buy food and weapons and armor."
"I will, my God. But how will i able to persuade the other tribes?"
"Don`t worry, you will. Move out at dawn. See you later."
And then he was gone. Perplexed Scarpelt asked himself what Rahisael meant.
The door was opened and he heard the voice of Bloodclaw, his son.
"My Chieftain.. There.. There are abominations in the camp. They just stand there. The shamans say it`s a sign of Rahisael."
"Indeed it is." Smiled Scarpelt, turning around. "Tell the Warriors that we move at first light."
Rahisael orders Dordrath to found a cult of Rahisael and to move to the Peak of Blood where they shall build a city.
Rahisael orders Scarpelt, the leader of the largest tribe of Wargaz, to move to the peak of blood and to send messengers to the city of Dordrath. He shall also persuade other tribes nearby to join him.
Rahisael orders three abominations to follow Scarpelt as a sign of his favor.
