A journey inquires in normality a fixed destination or at the very least an exodus from the past, and in this pilgrimage both trials, tribulations, adventure, losses and revelations that will stick with us on this permanent voyage. It is my hope as a GM that this experience will endow those who invest in it fruits that will serve both to ignite their imagination and forbearance that will endure in use beyond this event. With that, I welcome you to Leviathan’s scourge.
GM’s advice.
Start scouting, building to the primitive degree that you can, and most importantly contact other tribes so you can develop also on your own. You may get TG’s or posts from the GM that will highlight dilemmas that you may be required to resolve and you should look at the rules in regards to the ADECMIL modifier, but other than that, have fun!
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Vitali was a world which seemed drowned in snow, yet whom beast and men alike often did travel rarely in solitary, but rather in packs. Monsters which migrated, beasts which birched, scourges which settled and horrors which made homes where true life had once settled. A harsh world which put seemed to be on a great decline until the first light had made itself known to a few, which now carried the hope of such desolate region, yet as a path it would be harsh, for where sentient rightfully would make enemies of the monsters, the wandering Mangrel, often referred to as Mongrel would know such truth better than most. Yet Dante was on a purpose of itself, and to him it was akin to the chief of purposes each years as he travelled across the land, hills, sea and forests of the world, making a note to himself of all his discoveries, but braving towards the ever extraordinary silloute of an area which humbled all other in size, it was the great mountain of the end which it’s glorious form, different to all other mountains, stretched far up in defiance of the heavens themselves. At the feet of this behemoth of nature, one could, but gaze at the majesty of it.
It was still in great contrast to the mighty anatomy of the mountains that he would endeavour to take climb at this time of year. He would climb, nay, rise, as if taking flight and brave said walls up on what some would consider a perilous climb given his sickly disposition, each step a risk which he fate towards the great apex in which the landscape would wholesomely embrace him. At the final step there was the zenith which formed something of a cradle and would gift the journeyman with a sight that triumphed most of the horizon. It was by this that he endeavoured annually for it was custom of him to appear and watch the birds migrate at this chosen appointment of the seasons towards the horizon which would within moments see first light break. The wind was strong, but carried with it remnants from no less than the continents themselves. For while he permanently travelled, the yearly calculation of his journeys would be in this platform that seemed to subjugated the entire world. The time of his reflection was nigh on this one moment where he could witness true beauty, as the birds took to the air and set course towards the brave beyond, their wings silhouetted in the breaking light which became ever more bright.
As the first light of dawn was about to breach the angelic curtain of night as he sat down, and wrote the following in which he had observed through his travels.
Still the light would also touch on the beings of wisdom, elevating her council into the celestial realm of transcended understandings which neither the mind nor eye would stand privy to. In such mystical radiance would the Nilal surge fourth to commune with forces that would to other be unknown, known as magic. This marriage of reason to that with transcended nature would produce fruits in their ever delegate rationale and be a blessing to those who bless them, and bring down destructions of multiple dimensions on those who seek them woe. The light thus in her splendor and majesty elevated a higher being too thus be guide this force. Behold as the very stars themselves in their solitary isolation would beam their radiance in witness to the advancement of these creatures.
Yet the light in her celestial beauty would not always shy away from the darkness of intent, and born from this unholy union were reprobate creatures of the dark. Which in the ally of said obsidian nature would pry with a devious patience and be have their endeavours be crowned by guile as well as ferocious strength. The Arachnae, risen from the ashes would surge in terrifying splendour to colonize from darkness into the reaches of the day. Yet such creatures were not without companions. The Rattus, as fierce as they are numerous, colluding with the might of the Sator whom in their scaled splendor could frighten any mortal man had made a pact upon this perverted light that would see them prosper together, no doubt at the expense of that which stood not prepared. Daybreak would strike, and their nature would fear it no longer as the Rhû Nór would not be limited to the underground anymore.
However to all the light will not share, as evident in the ever illusive Khal’s. Fiercely independent and collective only unto their own kin, they beheld to forge a great power of tradition which would be the cradle for their order. To whom trespassing is equated to sacrilege and which all travelers should approach with outmost reverence least they ignite an inferno that shalt not lay evidence to a trace. For while the light is untamed, they may forge it’s obedience through the ages on which the earth itself will lay record in the great infinity of time which neither snow nor time will fade. As the sun strikes its zenith these elect will reflect the glory of the beyond they yet do not know, as their determined heart and resolved mind put down the seeds of their civilization.
When the sun strike at its zenith there is no greater worship of its radiance than by the fair-skinned people of Tyril, for here there is spectacle and regenerated reverence for each gift the light gives. In perfect harmony various communes gathered to feast on the gifts that the magnanimous spectacle had to give out and there are no other creatures more attached to the world and its glory, even in such desperate times they cultivate everything into a great festival in which the light itself is the high priestess worthy of all reverence and holy for all that is created. Yet through such advantage they gain a more intimate touch to the merciless land they harbor and will follow such perfect radiance towards a brave new dawn, worshiping the light reflected in the glories of the azure water.
Yet on the closing of the dawn the people of Firax make summons encircled around the great flame. For fire and the emitted, ruby volumes of light that course through their veins give fuel to their purpose. Such flare gives purpose that will expand and stand fiercely towards any opposition that the harshest cold could perpetrate against such a fiery collection of individuals, who know what is their sustainer and that which grants them power, and the vapors from this great fire, itself a haven of the light, will trail and paint the heavens themselves with their purpose, as they now arise to challenge even the stars themselves.
However the cycle is predestined to continue again and again, as when the last light strikes over the seas near Serat, it’s volumetric brilliance entrapping spreading towards the horizon and gleaming on the azure brilliance of the sea as a new light comes over the world, in which pale eyes glow in the dim surroundings. Commandeering early crafts that brave the seas towards new horizons and wisely making an approach of food with not the hostility found above the waters, but the bountiful harvest in the deep ocean. Relying on the courageous winds to spirit them towards the events that is to come as the horizon reveals itself towards the dusk of fate. “
He breathed out a long breath, and simply told himself. “I will stand the ground that I hath been giveth until the fated hour. The new seeds have been sown, and their trees will develop in their own nature be them twisted or straight, and the fruits weather of virtue or vice shall be that which feeds the world.”