You shall be my Scythes! in the mind of every cultist, every follower, and the power of your voice is overwhelming. Many cringe or shiver, and some even faint. Only Samana and Damena stand strong…kneel strong, actually. Then you deliver your first command.
Kill them all. But leave the giant alive.. Axes are taken up, and the Scythes slash at the helpless prisoners, who throw up their hands in a desperate attempt to stave off the lethal blows, or bow their heads in a miserable acceptance. Some Scythes aim to kill quickly, others slash at limbs and land heavy punches, drawing out cries before ending lives.
It matters little to you as you drink in the deaths, each one offered to you with a prayer. It is ecstasy, delicious, exquisite, and your followers feel a hint of this joy. It is enough to drive them into something of a frenzy. Samana takes his axes and begins hammering the stone, trying to carve your image into it. Others join him, eagerly offering praise to you, the words practically pouring from their mouths.
Damena capers about, licking at the blood, kicking the corpses, striking the giant, and howling madly, inhumanly. Several others join him as well. A few even pair up, taking eager delight in the blood of those who were once their friends and allies.
You stand over them and watch, and it is good. Evil. Very evil…and you direct some of that evil into the giant, making voices, alternatively seductive and threatening, whisper into his ears constantly…except when he thinks about you. You make him able to survive whatever comes his way, and endure forever. Then you lift him from the ground and impale him upon the defaced stone. Just a little, but enough that he won’t be able to get off. He screams now, first in pain, then in horror. It sounds delicious.
You delivers a few orders to your cult – wander as they will, make totems to you, offer worship...and you place Samana and Damena in charge in your absence. Then you fly off, soaring over the grasslands, seeking mighty beasts. Within an hour you find a small pride of beasts. They are large, about the size of a lion, and indeed resemble a green, furless big cat. You are able to witness them stretching their necks out and devouring their prey. You land before them, and it is a simple application of power to corrupt their animal minds and make them your loyal followers. It would be, anyway…but you feel something protecting them. There’s a barrier between you and them, and suddenly a giant one appears. It seems…more whole than the others. More perfect.” Begone.” It growls at you.
Current form: A mighty man with the head of a bison and vicious claws
Arms: 18 (Sacrifice)
Body: 18 (Sacrifice)
Mind: 17(Sacrifice,corruption)
Magic: 20 (Sacrifice)
Other: Still riding that worship high
Samana:
Arms: 4
Body: 3
Mind: 1.5
Magic: 0.5
Damena:
Arms: 1
Body: 1
Mind: 3
Magic: 4.5
49 followers
The Scythes of Beleth
30 power. 10 will be used to make totems, 5 will be used to worship you.
5 resources.
Currently led by Samana and Damena
You can change how the cult is organized or how power is distributed if you like.
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