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| Drustan | Wed Feb 29, 2012 4:36 am Post #1 |
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"This place is too cold, Argento. I do not wish to be here." The old man sighed in a weary fashion, wrapping his fingers around the gnarled piece of wood that served as his walking stick. His face was lined and tanned from the elements and the years, and he wore a simple homespun cotton robe. The coarse hair on top of his head and his beard had once been dark and black, but now it was interspersed with strands of gray. Argento was a simple man. He bowed deferentially to the woman at his side, his voice soft and rough. "We will be there soon, Mistress. Striberg is kept warm through magical means." "Finally, someone in this godless land has shown they possess intelligence. I was beginning to wonder if it was worth the effort of teaching them of the glory of Allyria." Calling her striking would have been an understatement. Her face was perfectly proportioned, a virtually flawless specimen. Long brown hair framed her tanned skin, long enough that the ends brushed against her hips as she stared off the prow of the ship. A thick fur cloak was wrapped around her frame to protect her from the frigid wind that roared above the northern seas. She was wearing enough jewelry to feed an entire village for a year, golden bracelets and platinum earrings and gem-encrusted rings adding to her beauty. The most unusual aspect of her appearance were her mismatched eyes; her left iris was bright green, while her right was a pale, icy blue. When she spoke there was a musical accent to her words, and every syllable rang with authority. "Tell me, Argento... will these cretins finally recognize my divinity?" "Of course, Mistress. How can one lay eyes upon you and not recognize your divine blood?" The old man's words placated the woman, for the moment. Alayne had been raised as a prophet since the day she was born due to her heterochromia. Each and every resident of the village believed that she was the living incarnation of the goddess Riflettere, the Mistress of Mirrors and one of the primary deities in the Allyrian pantheon. She completely believed that she possessed the powers of a deity and expected to be worshiped as one. That was why they were traveling to the city of magic; she was on a journey to spread the religion of Oantan across the realm of Imythess, to instruct them in the nature of the true gods and goddesses of the land. The Mercurio was her holy vessel, a floating vessel manned by devout female valkyries that would give up their life to protect their Mistress. "Good. If they will not worship me, I will free them from their miserable mortal lives." Her mismatched eyes flashed with a zealous light. The airship drew closer and closer to the iceberg metropolis. |
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| BlindOrc | Wed Feb 29, 2012 5:16 am Post #2 |
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Brint had been speaking with a small tribe of orcs that wandered the icy plains, he met them in Striberg and was currently challenging the leader to the Test of Taking, the right for any orc to take a tribe leader's position. Brint had been training hard for the last month, his sense honed to a razor sharp edge, he felt his strength improve from carrying crates, he was not as skinny as he once was, bulking up slightly making him look more like an orc instead of a weaker half-orc. He was having a match on the pier, men and women had gathered around the two orcs, Brint's foe standing at seven feet tall and wielding a halberd to match his size, while Brint was quite a bit shorter he was no less fierce looking. The fight started with the large orc swinging his halberd down at Brint, who simply smirked as he heard the weapon cut through the wind. He side stepped and rushed forward, bringing his axe up at the man's arm, who responded by stepping forward, ramming his shoulder into Brint, knocking him to the side causing only a small gash. Brint smirked all the while, when he was hit he kept on spinning from the blow, whipping his axe up at his neck, cutting through the haft of the halberd and stopping just before the neck. The orc grunted in surprise as he held his hands up, speaking his piece, "I admit defeat." Brint smirked, "I am your Chief now, my name is Brintonious, and I say we need gold to fund our tribe. Take up work among the men and women of the pier, we will meet at warehouse ten." The nearby orcs grunted out a quick 'Yes Chief.' and dispersed, only the large orc stayed with him, saying he would guard the chief with his life. He learned the large orc was named Losk, it meant Simpleton in the orc tongue, he wasn't a tactician but he knew how to fight at least. Losk picked up his halberd haft and followed Brint as they walked along the pier, he had found the smell of the sea calmed him, and he always took a few moments of the day to relax, especially after a fight. |
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| Drustan | Tue Mar 13, 2012 4:42 pm Post #3 |
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The Mercurio continued to speed through the chill air, the floating ship several dozen feet above the turbulent northern sea. Soon the distinctive outline of the city of Striberg formed on the horizon. Alayne's barely reacted to her first sight of one of the most impressive locations in all of Imythess. A massive iceberg had been enchanted years ago to stay intact yet pleasantly warm despite the season, a dome of warm air encompassing the city. The frequent snowstorms and blizzards of the Ice Plains were transformed into a warm, pleasant rain when they encountered this region of temperate climate. The Mistress of Mirrors watched impassively as they drew nearer, her mismatched eyes resolute. She would spread the word of Allyria to every corner of Imythess and indoctrinate the foolish heathens who lives here. They would worship her or they would be conquered. Her valkyries guided the vessel into one of the berths at the docks, gliding down calmly and lowering into the water. The warrior handmaidens swarmed over the boat like insects, performing the innumerable tasks that were required to dock a ship. Alayne did not take part in any of the preparations, nor was she expected to; she was the living incarnation of the goddess. She was beyond doing such unimportant, menial tasks. Instead she drew a shield-sized disc out from underneath her fur cloak. It was a pristine mirror, the back of the reflective surface covered in a thin layer of gold leaf. Alayne spoke a word of command under her breath, dropping the mirror towards the deck. Instead of striking the planks and shattering it stopped a few inches above the ground, levitating smoothly. She stepped onto the back of the mirror, staring up at the buildings of the city. "At last." The mirror floated off the prow of the ship, gliding through the air and carrying Alayne down towards the docks. Argento and the rest of her followers would be forced to disembark using the boarding ramp, but the physical embodiment of Rifleterre walked only on consecrated ground. She waited impatiently for her escort to join her. The weathered old priest left the ship fist, followed quickly by one of the valkyries. Skuld was one of her most loyal followers and had a wide variety of small, dangerous weapons hidden underneath her unremarkable dress. After they had finally worked their way to their Mistress's side she continued forward, ignoring the dockmaster's words and letting Argento deal with the man. Her only task was to convert the citizens of Imythess to the one true religion. She searched the docks for a good place to start. |
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| BlindOrc | Wed Mar 14, 2012 8:31 pm Post #4 |
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Brint spoke only briefly with Losk, informing him of his plans, he would use military tactics, religious beliefs, and a bit of his silver tongue. Brint planned on recruiting humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, anything to gain the power that was necessary to become High King. He heard some commotion down the docks, he turned to Losk, "Tell me what you see, just the general things, I don't need the specifics." Losk nodded, describing the scene as a woman floating around on some kind of disk, and a young woman following her. Brint nodded, floating disk and an escort, a mage perhaps... this was a city of mages after all. He nodded to Losk, "Follow, do not attack unless I say so, you will be punished if you make any offensive gestures, remember, I may be blind, but I have excellent hearing." Losk simply grunted and followed his new chief. Brint stopped and hear the footsteps of a single person, he guessed that was them, not many people walked alone with such a wide berth from the others, only workers, sailors, and private boats docked here, that meant these two were probably new to the city if no one came to greet them. He turned his head to where he believed they were, "Greetings, what brings you to this fine city?" Perhaps these two women would hold his interest, he had time to kill and meeting new and interesting people only expanded his knowledge, though on occasion it did give him a new mortal enemy, but most of them were dead and gone, he doubted these women would resort to violence, but odder things have happened. |
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| Drustan | Thu Mar 15, 2012 3:34 pm Post #5 |
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When the pair of brutish-looking humanoids approached Skuld stepped forward, placing herself between a potential threat and her Mistress. Although the valkyrie did not openly wear any weapons, there was an assortment of throwing daggers, shuriken, and alchemical concoctions within easy reach. Alayne watched the men as well, frowning at their ugliness. Although the gods of Allyria had created all the mortal races of Imythess, many of them lacked the beauty of the Oantans. From her studies, she knew that these men were orcs, violent and unintelligent degenerates who did not deserve the blessing of the true gods. However, it was not Alayne's place to judge them without first offering them a chance. They must be given the opportunity to accept her teachings before she could justify smiting them and eradicating them from the mortal realm. "Greetings mortals. I am Alayne." The hovering mirror floated closer to the ground, although she still stayed several feet above the level of the dock. It would not be proper for her to stand on the same level as such brutish mortals, after all. "I am the living incarnation of the Goddess Riflettere. Do not fear; I am here to liberate you from your foolish, heathen beliefs and give you the chance to ascend to a higher plane." She held her arms out to either side in a wide flourish towards the city of Striberg. You have lived your entire lives until now, ignorant of the truth of the world. The only way to dwell in the paradise of Allyria is to bow down now and accept me as a true deity, to worship my name and flesh to lift yourself above the constraints of your mortal coil." Her words were loud and clear, with only a trace of the lilting Oantan accent. |
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| BlindOrc | Thu Mar 15, 2012 8:07 pm Post #6 |
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Brint nodded, not what he was thinking, a religious pilgrimage with the incarnation of a goddess, it sounded nothing like his own religion, but he was curious and had no reason to condemn their religion. After all, they weren't part of his tribe so it shouldn't effect him, but he should at least listen, "I have never heard of this religion, my own worships the many spirits of the world. Perhaps we could talk in a tavern? I don't think the dock workers would like to have their work interrupted by a sermon, but I am willing to listen." He turned his head to look at Losk with his sightless eyes, "Please go to the tavern called the 'Fin and Flipper', they have excellent fish and I feel a bit hungry, so get us a table, one with padded seats." He turned his attention back to the women and made a slight bow, "You both are welcome to join me, this blind orc humbly requests we discuss our religions, after all, understanding the other one's religion can give you new insight into your own, even perhaps let you decide how to argue against it if you find a priest of a different religion." Of course she was more then free to decline, but he wouldn't say that, it was also interesting to meet someone with religious fervor, not to mention he wanted to talk about his own religion, perhaps it might enlighten her to other religions. After all, knowledge is power. |
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| Drustan | Mon Mar 19, 2012 3:34 pm Post #7 |
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Skuld took a step forward, her dark eyes flashing dangerously. This orc clearly had no idea who he was dealing with if he thought the Mistress of Mirrors would stoop to sharing a meal with him in whatever run-down establishment was nearby. The valkyrie shifted her left hand in a practiced movement that was accompanied by the faint noise of metal scraping against leather, the hidden sheath releasing a throwing dagger into her palm. "You will address the Mistress with the proper amount of res-" "Enough, Skuld. Heathens cannot be blamed for their lack of understanding." Alayne's voice cracked like a whip, and the warrior handmaiden cringed and immediately bowed her head in submission. The prophet turned to stare at the orcs with her mismatched eyes, her lips curling back in a slight, haughty sneer. She had been told that the populace of Imythess were varied and lacked true devotion, but it still disgusted her to gaze upon such unsightly, oblivious creatures. However, it was her duty to teach them how to gain salvation, however unworthy they must appear. "I will accept your offer of food, mortal. Lead the way to this... 'Fin and Flipper.'" The woman could not keep a trace of disdain from her tone as she accepted the offer, but Argento still let out a small sigh of relief. The priest had learned that Alayne was quick to anger, especially when her divinity was being questioned. She must be in a good mood today to not immediately attack the orcs for not immediately accepting her as a goddess. Then again, if she preached to them and they still proved hesitant, he had no doubt that Alayne would order Skuld to execute the orcs, which would be a markedly poor start for their crusade. The priest hobbled along behind the group, his gnarled walking stick thumping against the wooden dock and his eyes lost in thought. |
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| BlindOrc | Mon Mar 19, 2012 7:08 pm Post #8 |
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Brint heard the sliding steel, it was to brief to be anything larger then a dirk, Brint smirked and put his hand up towards the woman named Skuld, "I suggest you sheath your weapon, or at least put fur around the inside of your sheath so the noise is muffled, I'm surprised the dock guards didn't hear it." He heard the woman who claimed to be a god and bowed deeply, "Thank you for honoring me with your presence for a short while." Losk was grinding his teeth at this display, did his Chieftain have no shame? Bowing to a human woman, he was supposed to be their leader and never bow his head, where was his pride? His strength? Brint seemed to know what Losk was thinking and turned to him, giving him a small smile before Losk sighed, walking away to get them a table. Brint nodded to the women, "Losk will get us a table, the tavern we're going to is a bit... old, I hope it will suffice." He could no longer hear Losk's heavy set foot steps, that meant he was probably halfway there, they should start walking. He spoke as he turned away, "Please follow me, Losk has had ample time to walk there, a table should be readied by the time we arrive." He lead the two women around several streets, arriving at an old tavern, old faded white paint covered the wooden structure, it's sign was almost completely faded, but the inside was different, all the furniture was old and very well maintained, most of the seats had red padded seats, on one of the wall was a large sea serpent on a plaque, while the other walls had old paintings. The largest one was of a man with an anchor tattoo on his left arm, he was well muscled and had a metal right arm, his skin was well tanned and a thick white, well trimmed, beard covered his face, Brint smiled as he heard the deep rumbling voice of Losk arguing with someone else. Brint heard a second voice, another man with a similar grumbling tone, Brint called out, "Losk, stop arguing with our honorable host, I don't care if you think you're stronger then Tyor, he's a fisherman, not a warrior." The two men stopped, Tyor was the spitting image of the man in the largest painting, but with his arms swapped, the mechanical arm was on his left and the tattooed arm on his right. Tyor smirked and spoke out, "Good ta' see ya again Brint, go ahead and sit down, I brought out the good cushioned chairs for ya. Yer lucky that most of tha' fishin' boats are comin' in late, which means a later rush, you'll have tha' place to yer self for a while, but I still got a fresh batch in tha' back. Jus' don't order tha' trout, I learned that it's gone bad after I got conned into buyin' it. I plan on giving it to my brother fer chum." He took an apron off the wall and tighed it to his form as Brint pulled out a chair for the goddess incarnate, "Your seat miss." Brint waited for her reaction, whether it was a positive reaction or not he would sit opposite of her, and order himself some ale, he had a feeling Losk would want some kind of common swill, but he was curious as to what the women would order. |
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| Drustan | Tue Mar 20, 2012 4:16 pm Post #9 |
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Skuld glared at the orc before grudgingly following his advice, sliding the throwing dagger back into its hidden sheath and locking it in place. If Alayne had not ordered her to stand down the valkyrie would have kept the weapon in hand, but she knew better than to disobey a direct order from her Mistress. The floating mirror carried Alayne through the air towards the tavern, with Skuld and Argento dutifully trailing behind her on foot. The prophet ignored the whisperings of the dock workers and their obvious stares and pointed fingers. It was only right that normal mortals would cower at the sight of her, for her body and mine were divine and therefore terrible to behold. She was a merciful Goddess for her followers, but any who dared oppose her would quickly learn the true power of one blessed by Allyria. The dining establishment the orc had chosen for them was positively ancient, looking mere moments away from collapsing. Alayne sneered at its dilapidated appearance, feeling a pang of longing for the majestic temple she had called home in Oantan. The mirror lowered until it was flush with the ground, allowing her to dismount and walk through the doorway under her own power. The silvery disk lifted back into the air and rested against her back like a shield, its surface shimmering slightly in the light of the lanterns. When the orc pulled back a chair and offered it to her she stared at him piercingly, as if trying to discern whether he was mocking her with his servitude. After a few moments of tense silence she sat, looking at their surroundings with a nonplussed expression. Her servants waited for Alayne to seat herself at the table before sitting themselves, one on either side of the Mistress of Mirrors. Skuld kept her eyes locked on the orcs as they ordered, getting nothing except warm bread and water for herself. Argento ordered plain fare as well, a simple salmon fillet and steamed vegetables. When it was Alayne's turn to order she merely glared at the metal-armed fisherman, her mismatched eyes flashing. "I will take your finest meal. Bore me not with the details of its preparation." She was not truly here for food, after all. She was here to show these insolent orcs the error of their ways. "So, tell me of your heathen beliefs. I am curious as to what false idols the residents of this realm have been fooled into worshiping in my absence." |
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| BlindOrc | Tue Mar 20, 2012 7:02 pm Post #10 |
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Brint added in an order of lobster, while Losk asked for calamari, when Brint only heard the woman named Skuld only wanted bread and water, he shook his head, "Bread and water won't give you much strength, please give her some of your shark fin soup, even if she doesn't eat it I'm sure Losk will still be hungry after eating an entire platter of calamari." Tyor nodded, mentally preparing the list of ingredients, once everyone's orders were in, he trudged off to prepare the meals and drinks. Brint turned his sightless orbs to Alayne when she expressed interest in his religion, even if it was meant to mock his religion, "The many Orcish tribes are nomads and worship their own spirits, my tribe worshiped the great Wind Spirit Anuri, while Losk's tribe, which I have just taken over, worships the Spirit of War, Puusivak the Leopard. You see, each spirit is a god in it's own right and they bless their followers, for example I am Wind Blessed, the wind brings noises to my ears, small insignificant noises that allow me to paint a picture of the general area in my head, while Losk was blessed by Puusivak with his great strength. While I am still knew to the overall religion, I can tell you many things about my personal Patron Spirit, Anuri." He stopped for a moment as the drinks were brought out, Brint thanks Tyor and took a small drink to wet his lips before continuing on, "You see back in my old tribe we worshipped the wind spirit like a god and in return some of us became 'Wind Blessed.' The blessing can manifest in many different ways and at any time, my brother became Wind Blessed upon birth, the explosion of wind magic killed our mother, I was simply lucky I came out of the womb several minutes before him, or I to would be dead. While I became Wind Blessed, at the age of ten, after I was blinded by a poisonous plant, needless to say my eyes never recovered, but my ears and my mind... I became able to pick out sounds and echoes, the wind hitting objects, I could hear weapons cutting through the air. I was chosen and sent to an orc tribe that trained their young to fight blind, to hone their senses, with the help of Anuri I completed all of their rituals, combat exercises, and many other great feats. The wind guides my hand, my ears, and gives me sight when I have none." Brint felt that was a good way to start, share his own personal story about how the spirit helped him, now it was time for the last part before asking about the woman's own religion, "I learned of the greater religion from our High Priestess, she could control the winds to the point where instead of seeing a rough picture... I could perfectly see hear face in my mind, the great Wind Spirit is all about guidance, a small breeze here, a gust there, the wind will guide us to salvation, being Wind Blessed means that I will never be abandoned, the spirit will guide me down the road to become the High King of all Orcish tribes. For you see, we were not fooled, the wind needs no worship, it needs no thanks, it helps us because we ask it to, it is a benevolent spirit to all who worship it, and to those who endanger us, the wind will deal harsh punishment to those who wish us dead." Once again Brint drank from his ale before continuing on, "Now will you tell me about your own religion? The one you say is better then ours, correct?" He doubted it was better, Anuri kept them safe from storms, gave them blessed rain, and on occasion, carried the voices of their foes to their ears, what practical things could her religion give? Brint cleared his mind swiftly, it was no time to judge her religion before she spoke, he would do as he always did, listen and wait. |
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| Drustan | Wed Mar 21, 2012 4:58 pm Post #11 |
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Alayne listened to the orc speak attentively, her mismatched eyes never leaving his squashed features. She ignored the refreshments brought over by the proprietor. Skuld leaned forward and took the glass of wine that had been set before her Mistress, raising the goblet to her lips and taking the tiniest sip. She wiped off the spot her lips had touched with a napkin before setting it down in front of the prophet. The warrior-handmaidens had been trained to protect their Mistress from every manner of threat, including poison. Alayne would not drink from any vessel without one of her valkyries first vouching for its safety. The Mistress of Mirrors grew angrier and angrier the longer she listened to the man's words. What he was describing barely sounded like a religion at all, more like an eclectic collection of random beliefs that had been melded together to form a blasphemous conglomeration. Although he listed several deities, none of them could compare to the glory of the members of the true pantheon, the gods and goddesses of Allyria. They were attributing divinity to mere meteorological conditions! How preposterous. The food was brought out to the table near the end of the orc's explanation, steaming plates of seafood set before each of them. Tyor had brought out a dish of lobster, crab, shrimp, and fish meat for Alayne, all served over a generous helping of fried rice and with some small ball of fried dough. The prophet did not thank the man for his service, simply glancing at Skuld. The valkyrie nodded and leaned forward, using her own fork to spear a piece of meat from the plate and move it to her mouth. The woman chewed slowly, looking thoughtful, before nodding that it was safe to eat. She had been trained to detect any anomalous flavor in a dish, and since the primary source of food in Oantan was the ocean she would have easily detected any alterations to the fare. Alayne speared a piece of crab and raised it to her mouth, chewing slowly while trying to decide how best to show these ignorant brutes the error of their ways. "When the world was young, it was a place of boundless paradise. This land was called Allyria, and the greatest of those who lived there were the true gods, with boundless power. They eventually decided that they would share the bounty of their land by creating a perfect copy for mortals to inhabit, and thus a great mirror was constructed with which to reflect Allyria. However, there were some who were jealous of the great gods and goddesses and sought to rule the mortals. Their greed and arrogance twisted the mirror, warping its reflection and creating this imperfect world that we call Chaon. The true gods were forgotten and replaced by paltry imitators, their efforts all for naught. Only in one place did mortals continue to worship the true deities who had given them life and magic and hope. Only in Oantan were they remembered, and thus those people were blessed with powers derived from those of the deities." Alayne spoke with pure and utter conviction, speaking like she was preaching to an entire crowd instead of two orcs. "However, the gods were saddened because their ways were being lost and therefore the mortals on this plane could never join them in Allyria. So upon Oantan they bequeathed children who were born with the powers of the true deities, boys and girls blessed with divine flesh and powers. For their task is to serve as prophet and god both and to teach the rest of this godless land the error of their ways." |
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| BlindOrc | Wed Mar 21, 2012 8:08 pm Post #12 |
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Brint nodded and thanked Tyor, as did Losk, as their food was set down, he sampled his food and savored the taste of lobster. He calmly listened to the story of her religion's creation, it was interesting at the very least, but it sounded... fishy, how could only a single village know the will of the gods, how did you communicate with these gods to tell them what your people needed, and most importantly, how did all powerful gods lose out to a bunch of so called imitators out smart them and take over the mortal's world, those were the biggest questions on his mind. Once the woman was done speaking Brint nodded, "If what you say is true then your religion only exists in one village, chosen people to do the god's bidding must be born with some kind of... mark of some sort or in a way that resembles one of the gods or goddesses of your religion. Most people would just say that it's a coincidental birth, just as I'm sure some people believe I worship the weather." He ate some more of his lobster and took another drink from his mug, sighing, he was content, a nice conversation with interesting people... and good food. He nodded towards the woman, "Why don't we list a few beings from our respective religions that we admire, I'll go first." He stroked his chin for a few moments, collecting the numerous spirits he worshiped, "Anuri the wind spirit, Anura the sky spirit, Puusivak, leopard for war, and the bear spirit, a simple spirit but it symbolizes strength. Of course mine are based off the fact that I am trying to become a Warlord to become the High King of all Orcs, so I would have ties to the wind for direction, the sky for vision, the bear for the strength to fight my enemies, and Puusivak to lead my allies to certain victory. I believe it is your turn now." He would let her speak next, learning what gods or spirits were close to someone would paint the picture of who they were, this was a good way to learn how to indoctrinate them or convince them to join, but for some reason just from the way the woman talked, she wouldn't try to convince people, only yell at them until they were annoyed enough to join, she needed to learn patience, kindness, and gain a silver tongue before she could budge Brint's beliefs. |
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| Drustan | Fri Mar 23, 2012 3:33 pm Post #13 |
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Alayne's eyes flashed dangerously when the orc suggested that the mark of divinity was merely a genetic fluke, her hands clenching underneath the table. Argento saw her anger and leaned forward, speaking for the Goddess. "You do not completely understand sir... These 'marks' you refer to are truly miraculous. They follow no bloodline that we can ascertain, nor are they present in every generation. Only when our needs are the greatest does a chosen child appear." The old priest had eaten almost half of his meal while listening to the discussion, growing more and more worried. The orc did not know it, but his continued belief in his own religion would likely lead to this encounter turning violent. Alayne had shown amazing restraint to refrain from attacking him simply for speaking of heathen false idols, and the aged priest wasn't sure how long she would remain civil. "Not only is there a physical mark of their deityhood, but they are granted powers that truly defy description. I am sure we can agree that is unnatural for a mere babe to be able to cast powerful magics days after their birth. This, more than anything, is the sign that we wait for from the gods of Allyria." The prophet glanced at the man as he spoke, some of the anger fading from her stern expression. Argento had been raised in the Oantan faith, but when he was still a youth he had been given the task of traveling around Imythess and learning of the savage people that inhabited the rest of the continent. He had not been present for a majority of her life due to his fact, but he was easily the most knowledgeable person in her party. The priest only spoke when he felt that his input was needed. "Thank you, Argento. Your words are the truth; the gods have blessed me with powers beyond mortal imagining to help complete this task." She took a bite of the meal, chewing the seafood while watching the sightless orc. His blank eyes were truly an affront to her; without sight, how could he appreciate her beauty? How could he witness her miracles? Perhaps it would be a greater kindness to execute this insubordinate cretin and focus her attention on more worthy candidates. When she began to speak again it was clear she was reciting the names from memory, a fervent cast to her mien. "From Allyria on high rule seven by seven Gods and Goddesses whose blessing gave us mortals life and soul. Of these there are the Great Seven, whose powers are infallible and wisdom is infinite. There is Iddio, the Champion of Allyria, whose blessings are strength and thunder and wisdom. There is Chiaro, the Flame of Allyria, whose blessings are daylight and warmth and justice. There is Nascosto, the Shadow of Allyria, whose blessings are speed and perception and cunning. There is Congelare, the Frost of Allyria, whose blessings are weather and cold and temperance. There is Benedizione, whose blessings are knowledge and magic and safety. There is the God whose name no mortal being shall utter, whose blessing is simply the infinite darkness of death." She paused for a moment, gathering herself up higher. "Finally, there is Riflettere, the Mirror of Allyria, whose powers first forged the mortal world. Her blessings are beauty and moonlight and righteousness. These are the Great Seven, and you would do well to remember their names, for they are the only true deities in all the land." Argento and Skuld bowed their heads at these words, as was right and proper. |
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| BlindOrc | Fri Mar 23, 2012 7:11 pm Post #14 |
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Brint's eyebrows raised when he heard the man, so it was an odd marking beyond what you get from your parents and a sign of extreme magical power. Brint chuckled at this but listened to Alayne's gods and goddesses. Brint nodded a few times, they sounded like good gods, but they were unnecessary for his coming war with the other tribes. Once she stopped speaking Brint smiled as he began a short tale, "You say a physical 'mark' beyond what your parents have and someone who can use powerful magic at a young age. Then my brother matches that exactly, our parents had black eyes like any common orc, at one time I to had black eyes, while my brother was born with bright green eyes that seemed to swirl with the essence of wind. I was born only ten minutes before him, I was lucky my father held me and kept me safe, for when my brother was born... he released a powerful magical wind, slicing our mother to shreds with blades of wind. Needless to say he needs not speak or use hand motions for magic. According to this, he to qualifies to be a reincarnation of a god." Brint finished off the last of his food and drink, he made a slight bow to Alayne, "I mean no harm in my words and I apologize if they sounded rude. Though please excuse my next action, for you see, to bring in believers, you don't just act like a god or goddess, you need to show them their wrongs through action, we mortals won't immediately believe everything told to us. Also people like me who are responsible for many followers, it is best to give a good impression to their leaders so they can consider to let your religion spread amongst their troops." He reached for his pocket and took out a bag of coins, he turned to Losk, "Takes out twenty one gold and a few silvers, that should cover the tab." Losk nodded and did as he was told, slowly counting out the coins. Brint turned back to Alayne as he stood up, bowing again, "I admit your religion is interesting... but it just wouldn't serve any purpose amongst the Orcish tribes, we are a people of combat and will remain so for generations to come. Now that I have said my piece, I believe you get the point, as the leader of a tribe, I can not budge on my religious preference, my tactics in battle, and my ideals, lest I seem weak." He stood tall, he was thin for an orc, but his muscles were that of a trained warrior, he needed to stand tall and not budge, if he rejected Puusivak and Anuri, he would be cursed with misfortune. |
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| Drustan | Sat Mar 31, 2012 3:01 am Post #15 |
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Alayne shook her head at the anecdote regarding the blind orc's brother. "It is not so simple as that. It is not just any mark; each god and goddess has a certain sign that they bless their living flesh with. As the scion of Riflettere, I have been blessed with her mismatched eyes. Green eyes may be unusual for an orc, but they do not make him the incarnation of an Allyrian." On the other hand, the tale of so much magical power was intriguing. It was a well-known fact that magic was another gift from the deities, and many who had unnaturally potent arcane abilities had been blessed by the gods. Perhaps this race of brutes was redeemable if they possessed individuals with such power. However, from the way that Brint spoke it sounded as if this was a rare occurrence. She would have to investigate and see if any others in these tribes were worthwhile recruits to her cause. The prophet smiled benevolently when the orc apologizred for his rudeness, but he immediately continued to make mistakes in both his manner of addressing her and his audacity. Who did this heathen thinkhe was, to give advice to her? Her fingers tightened on her utensils until her knuckles turned white, and she was visibly restraining herself from verbally lashing out at Brint. It was beneath her to show such cretins the errors of their ways. Only those who accepted her as their salvation were worthy of her teachings. "You still do not understand. My impressions is of no importance. I speak of truth; the rest of the so-called deities in this land are charlatans who steal the worship that rightfully belongs... to me." There was a definite dangerous edge oto her voice. Alayne watched the orc chieftain rise up from her seat, her eyes narrowed. "Tell me... orc. Is the only thing your people respect strength?" Argento's eyes flickered back and forth between the Mistress and Brint with a worried mien, although he knew better to interrupt when Alayne was speaking. "Believe me when I say that your strength should not come from stalwartly worshiping false idols, but rather from embracing the true gods. To do anything else would make you completely powerless." |
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