The Champions of Mara [IC|Closed]

by **Prusslandia** » Sun Jan 19, 2014 2:31 pm

Looking at the grey object in the distance, I eat another stalk. After a few moments, my mind is set and I am walking towards the monolith, thoughts of pleasing my Lord with bloodshed dancing in my head.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Sun Jan 19, 2014 3:22 pm

You travel west, and as you approach the grey thing you begin to see it more clearly; it is a tall black obelisk, with four sides tapered to a point at the top. As you come near it [14] you notice a small black globe, about the size of a man's palm, balanced atop the point of the obelisk. You can probably reach it if you try. Inscribed on the side of the obelisk pointing south is writing, saying:
“Tar’Undim'Dragarlach"
“Tar’Undim’Natash Ilta’Rem Et’Vanilav Mat’Estach.”
“Nurnin Miztra Silgol Sharsh Tar’Certas’Fintash.”
“Etterma Tar’Utumo’Brital n’Barsima Tar’Tev Ja’Arvandma.”
[20] Beneath the writing you can make out a small circular indent.

You stand about ten feet from it, chewing on your wheat. All this ignoring your physical needs makes you feel tougher, less needy of the sleep these mortals require.

A mystery presents itself, Kulbathos. What do you want to do?

by **Prusslandia** » Sun Jan 19, 2014 3:30 pm

I look at the orb, a pocket of dread popping up, to be replaced by certainty. I slowly walk towards the orb, in an attempt to not be killed by any traps.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Sun Jan 19, 2014 3:45 pm

As you approach the obelisk, [3] you feel a slight shiver run through your body, but nothing appears to happen outwardly to either you or the obelisk. The dark sphere atop the orb appears to be completely nightmarishly black; it has no reflection, despite how the light of day should cause a glimmer of glare on its rounded surface. Soon you are right up against the obelisk, the orb within reaching distance, and you can feel a curious coolness radiating from the stone, as if it were unaffected by the noonday sun beating down on your back.

The orb is within reach, Kulbathos. What do you want to do?

by **Prusslandia** » Sun Jan 19, 2014 3:48 pm

I tentatively touch it, praying to the bloody handed one not to die here. My hand is firm, though I still only touch the orb with a single finger.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Sun Jan 19, 2014 3:56 pm

As you reach out with a tentative hand, [16] you touch the orb gently, and a shiver runs down your spine. Not a bad shiver, as at something evil, but a cold shiver, as a man does before a chill wind. It remains atop its pedestal, and nothing else happens. You feel tired, your eyes heavy with a need to sleep. Your exertions have drained you since your nap of the night before.

You aren't dead yet, Kulbathos. What do you want to do?

by **Prusslandia** » Sun Jan 19, 2014 4:00 pm

I leave the skull in place of the orb, and go to rest under the shade of the monolith. This item shall make a good offering to the Lord of skulls.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Sun Jan 19, 2014 4:12 pm

As you remove the orb and put the skull in its place, you feel the orb weighing your arms down like a boulder much larger than its diminuitive scale. You rest for a while, the sun sinking towards the horizon, blackness suffusing your eyes. When you awake [19] you find yourself staring at the monolith, and your hands are empty, though the sheaf of grain is still upon your back. It is different, this monolith, taller, and as you stare at it you can see that a white orb casts a dim light from the top of it, far too high for you to reach. As you look around you realize you are not where you thought you are; the verdant grass of Godshome is gone, replaced by a cool packed dirt of a dark gray hue. It is dark about you; where you expect the sun to be, you can see nothing but blackness. The only light is that cast by the orb atop the monolith. Writing is on the side of this monolith too, and as a cool breeze brushes past your face you read what it says:
“Tar’Undim’Brital”
“Adama Andain”
“Martil Miztra Sigar”
“Na’Tarma N’Gar Jaznah Na’Shah’Itimo”
“Tar’Nurgorodrim Shah’Dranatra Bas’Gar”

Hunger rumbles in your stomach.

It is dark all around you, Kulbathos. What do you want to do?

by **Prusslandia** » Sun Jan 19, 2014 4:17 pm

I swear loudly, and attempt to retrieve the white orb somehow. It will be difficult, but possible with much time. Meanwhile, I chant a single phrase. Blood for the Blood God

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Sun Jan 19, 2014 4:22 pm

You grasp the obelisk, attempting to climb it, [2->0] but in your weakened state, with its slippery surface, and with your extremely limited knowledge of climbing, you make precisely no progress up the obelisk. You feel faint with hunger. Your chanting [1] seems to echo strangely and harshly in the void, its normally encouraging phrases coming back to you as if from a great distance in mocking tones, laughing at the idea of any god. You can't be sure, but some of those voices might not only be echoes. Behind you the darkness seems to be flowing in around the obelisk, almost as if it hungers for a being of flesh and blood to embrace.

The blackness is growing, Kulbathos. What do you want to do?

by **Prusslandia** » Sun Jan 19, 2014 4:24 pm

G-Tech Corporation wrote:You grasp the obelisk, attempting to climb it, [2->0] but in your weakened state, with its slippery surface, and with your extremely limited knowledge of climbing, you make precisely no progress up the obelisk. You feel faint with hunger. Your chanting [1] seems to echo strangely and harshly in the void, its normally encouraging phrases coming back to you as if from a great distance in mocking tones, laughing at the idea of any god. You can't be sure, but some of those voices might not only be echoes. Behind you the darkness seems to be flowing in around the obelisk, almost as if it hungers for a being of flesh and blood to embrace.

The blackness is growing, Kulbathos. What do you want to do?

Sheaf of Wheat [10 Food] on your back
Attributes: Can carry two objects, 17+ to do damage on a hit, 19+ to wound, Movespeed 1, 2 Wounds, -10 on damage, 18+ resist, Re D3|5, Re W6|10
E-1/3, S5/6, R0/2, Followers 0/2
Strong, Normal Agility, Normal Durability, Slow to Tire, Normal Recuperation, Normal Willpower, Normal Creativity, Normal Intuition, Normal Charisma, Special
Skills:
Climber [1/5]
Magician [4/5]
Orator [1/5]
Forager [1/5]
Ambusher [1/5]
Dabbling Observor [1/10]
Novice Fighter [0/15]
Dabbling Striker [5/10]
Dabbling Beater [0/10]
Scavenger [1/5]
Perks
Bow, Mortal: +4 on attempts to gain Followers

Cursing, I turn to the darkness, rage boiling within me reaching its peak. " Come ! Face me in combat ! Let me die with honor ! "

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Sun Jan 19, 2014 4:28 pm

The darkness says nothing, and the mocking echoes die away slowly, though it laps still at the light about the obelisk. The pool of light is shrinking still, but slowly. Beyond the edge of it you can see nothing, except perhaps a blackness darker than the absence of light in front of you, maybe ten feet away in the inky night without stars. Your stomach growls loudly, and you can almost feel your divine essence rending as your mortal body fails without sustenance.

by **Prusslandia** » Sun Jan 19, 2014 4:31 pm

I eat, wanting to fill my stomach. My rage is still apparent, as I stare into the milky black abyss, wishing that I could be free of this place.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Sun Jan 19, 2014 4:34 pm

As you consume the grain and stare into the darkness [3] it almost seems as if the darkness stares back. Your skin crawls slightly, avatar of death though you be, and the darkness advances a bit more, lapping almost up to your feet as you stand a short ways in front of the obelisk.

At least you have a full stomach, Kulbathos. What do you want to do?

by **Prusslandia** » Sun Jan 19, 2014 4:37 pm

I attempt to climb again, this time with a full stomach. A chill goes through my body at the prospect of being stuck here. Damn that orb to the fiery pits of death.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Sun Jan 19, 2014 4:42 pm

Your strong hands and arms grip the side of the obelisk, [20] and as you struggle and grunt and gasp you climb the slick obelisk, eventually seizing the white orb in one hand. You feel a shock of warmth travel through your arm, and you fall back down to the base of the pillar. The light from the orb dims as you fall with it, until it only illuminates your face and hand faintly. All about you, the darkness closes in like a cloak, and you're not sure if you imagine a dark chuckle, or if a small hint of promising laughter emerges from the gloom.

You have the orb, Kulbathos. What do you want to do?

by **Prusslandia** » Sun Jan 19, 2014 4:44 pm

I smash the orb, again and again onto the ground, wishing to end this once and for all, no matter what the cost. I care no longer, as the Lord of skulls cares naught from where the blood flows.

by **Pragia** » Sun Jan 19, 2014 4:45 pm

After her failed healing of the man, Rena felt disappointed, her powers obviously needed to be honed. She decides to go hunting, after eating her other meat. She wonders what else may lie here on Mara, as things are obviously not as they seem.

by **The Great Warrior Rivers** » Sun Jan 19, 2014 5:04 pm

Zaro picks the wet grass stands out of the ground to make fibers out of them. He sets them out in the sun for awhile before weaving them into a bowl-like shape to store fruit and nuts.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Mon Jan 20, 2014 6:58 am

You raise the orb high over your head, bringing it crashing down into the soft gray dirt at your feet. [4] It resists your attempts to break it, however as you smash it again and again downwards it appears to grow brighter and brighter, almost as if it is responding to your emotion of rage. Soon it illuminates the obelisk once more, [12] and the darkness has been expelled to a two foot radius about your feet. From the depths of the blackness an animalistic snarl sounds and [1] a small form of night darts out from the greater mass, swinging at you with something like arms. It [3] snaps at you as it passes with a maw full of midnight, [15] [20] but the creature misses as you duck, and it turns on the other side of you to face you once more. It is small, barely more than chest height to your heigh and girth, and like nothing so much as a living shadow. No eyes or features mark it, and for a moment you feel unease as you contemplate exactly what it tried to bite you with. It appears to fear the light you hold, but not enough to keep it from attacking you.

The pool of blackness watches you, Kulbathos. What do you want to do?

As you head out the door you chow down on the slab of meat you had left near the moose carcass, who it appears some of the villagers of Maerios have dragged away from their living quarters. You toast it over the fire, skewered on a stick, then gobble the morsel down and walk out of the Hall. Abrim is looking out at the plains to the south as you walk past him, and he turns to smile in your direction.

"Walk safe, bright shiner."

He and another man lower the bridge to the north, and you walk across it, away from the village. Soon the woods of the north come in sight once more, and you begin to get lower to the ground, carefully looking about you for any prey. [18] [6] After a good hour of looking about the dappled patterns of the shifting leaves, you have still found no prey worth chasing. Weariness fills your form, drained as it was from your use of the power of the spark and being awake since before dawn. Even as you are wearied though, you feel as if you are more creative due to your working with the bone weapon you now carry.

The forest sighs about you, Rena Essex. What do you want to do?

You spend the best part of two hours gathering together the best strands of grass you can find, [4] [6] [9] but your unfamiliarity with the land and exactly what one needs to weave a bowl leads to you not finding much in the way of long reedy grasses that would be suitable for such a task. Eventually, you discard what you have in disgust, unsure about how one would even go about weaving a bowl out of grass in the first place. However, you feel as if all this walking and physical exercise has made your body more inured to the trials of existing, and you may need less sleep now.

Your stomach growls as the sun descends towards late afternoon, Nicholas Zaro. What do you want to do?

by **Prusslandia** » Mon Jan 20, 2014 7:14 am

As the creature attacks me, I begin to remember my purpose once more. To make slaughter and create destruction upon this world. I am Kulbathos, the Blood Gods favored son, and none can defend against me. I begin my chant, slowly growing louder and louder, finally shouting with a fury to match the fires of creation themsleves " BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD !!! " I strike out with the orb, my rage and thirst for blood taking hold of my body.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Mon Jan 20, 2014 8:04 am

You swing the orb at the great beast, your shouts ringing out into the blackness, the orb flaring with light in your hand. [6] Though the orb swings harmlessly by the creature, it recoils from the light with a hiss like a snake, before [2] swiping at you with a thick black arm [5] though thankfully it swings by you harmlessly. Perhaps the aim of the being has been thrown off by the blinding glow that surrounds you. Even as you fight out of the corner of your eye you can see more figures fleeing from the light back into the deeper shadows all around the obelisk, some of bizarre and grotesque forms that threaten to unhinge your mind. Your words that scream out into the gloom for once seem as if they are mere echoes, the mocking voices silent for the moment.

The wretched creature dares continue to fight you, Kulbathos. What do you want to do?

by **Pragia** » Mon Jan 20, 2014 8:06 am

Rena, annoyed with her weary body, decides to try and use make a makeshift shelter by digging. a little followed by a small structure made of sticks or what she could find.

by **The Great Warrior Rivers** » Mon Jan 20, 2014 9:13 am

The now hungry Zaro searches for a sharp stone to use as a weapon and starts looking for an animal that he can kill.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Mon Jan 20, 2014 11:44 am

Rena digs down into the ground, creating a small scrape in the earth. She then [19->16] [2] tried to find some usable sticks to build a little shelter out of, but was just too tired to do anything except for lay in her small dirty pit, staring up at the branches of the trees waving overhead in an afternoon breeze. Around her the rushing of the wind drowns out all noise like a lullaby, and her eyes are just so heavy.

Sleep calls to you, Rena Essex. What do you want to do?

Nicholas Zaro contemplates finding a weapon and killing an animal, and decides to look for the stone before he goes off to slay some beast. He searches the ground around him diligently and [12] [6] [3] fails to find any useful sharp stone, but he does turn up many dirt clods. They don't look like they'll be very useful as a weapon though. His stomach continues to growl in his belly like some wild creature is within his body craving for food. Or perhaps he is the wild creature?

You lack a sharp stone, Nicholas Zaro. What do you want to do?

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