PreviousWhat about giving our followers the strength of will to make a speech about how they should be praying to their gods for their children to come home from war, not starting a new war here at home. That bloodshed within the community will only serve to bring the wrath of gods down on them.
Or something like that.
Try and go a low cost solution first then we cna like make rats burst out of their skin or whatever.
"Please! Don't do this!" Ningal rises from a dark corner and runs toward the window. Lili (Eve's mother) tries to pull her back but she resists. "Think of your own children! Go back to your homes now and pray for them. The gods do not spare the unmerciful -" There is a dull thud as Ningal falls to the floor. The other women rush to her. In the flickering flame light you can see a bead of blood falling from Ningal's forehead. Part of it has caved in. A stone the size of an apple lies marked with blood near her head.
The women begin to wail. She is dead.
Form a large bonfire in front of the villagers, and use our fire-image powers to make it appear white. Tell them that we are no false god, and that by threatening your followers they have incurred your wrath. If they do not flee, or pledge themselves to us, make tongues of white fire reach out and burn/brand them, making them suffer as they would have made our followers suffer.
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+1 we just got a massive surge of power, let's put it to use and save them. We can get more folowers to by showing we are real. Make it clear they can flee instead of serving us, we are a nice god.
Or pledge to us. That's even better.
Pepole don't like being forced to do things, we have already shown we can make peacefull conversions with kindness and miricals. No need to go "worship me or die" now.
That being said if they insist on fighting or harming are folowers brand them as suggested. Preferably on the face so all may know there crime.
Not worshiping us is fine, trying to kill are folowers for worshiping is bad. Very bad....
You step outside, unable to breathe or think. You feel dizzy, nauseous. Then you spot her, the leader, stooping for another rock and all gives away to rage. You raise your right arm and swipe across in front of you. A sudden gale arises, following your arm and putting out all light. The villagers, frightened by the sudden darkness, try to light their torches again. You allow them to do so, then you siphon their flames into a swirling ball of fire straight above them. You increase the temperature of the flame until it is white hot. The villagers are now cowering beneath the ball, intrigued and afraid. Your followers are watching in wonder through the shattered window.
"I AM ARLORE GOD OF EVE, GOD OF LILI, GOD OF NINGAL, GOD OF RABBITS. WHO DOUBTS ME OR MY WORSHIPERS, LET. THEM. STAND." Your voice penetrates to the bone. They all cower, some of them on their knees, some fully bowing, others openly sobbing. Your followers are bent in prayer over Ningal's body.
"Lord Arlore spare us! We knew not. We were only afraid for our sons and for our husbands and for our fathers. So spare us!" The leader, head bowed, speaks to you. You can feel reality buckle as you strain to control your rage.
"SHALL THE HAWK RETURN LIFE TO ITS PREY? SHALL THE SICKLE RETURN WHEAT TO THE EARTH? SHALL I THEN FORGIVE THEE, WHO DRAWS THE BLOOD OF MY WORSHIPERS, EVEN AS WATER IS DRAWN FROM A WELL?"
"Please!" She's sobbing now, between words. She's wringing her hands. "Please! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Forgive me. Forgive me!" You feel nothing. Even rage has dissolved to a cold, calculating cruelty. You want these people to suffer. You want to bend them until they snap.
You lift one long finger at the bowing girl. A strip of fire curls out and shoots at the girls face. You watch, thoroughly satisfied as her hair catches on fire, and the fair flesh on her face begins to break and boil. She screams. Over and over. The others do nothing, too afraid to move. At last she runs and dunks her head into a pigs trough. The mud stifles the flame and she falls unconscious. You can almost feel the trembling of them now. You start to lift another finger. Then the fire dissipates, harmless embers fall to the floor. Lighting flashes, thunder follows, then rain. You suddenly feel very weak, sapped of all strength. The villagers scatter, one of them picks up their leader, she is still alive it seems.
You fall back to the Earth, tired. You can barely lift your legs. You start to fall and fade. Then there is a glowing warmth growing from your shoulders, like the sun in spring. Your malaise falls from you, you feel reinvigorated. You turn. You must cover your eyes or be blinded. Before you stands the Light Himself - Glimiki the Sun, the High God.
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