BATTLE: WIN!
"I suppose I do owe you that. And if nothing else I hold to a code of honor, and keeping my word is part of that."
After the shock fades away the Chieftain asks if you want his people to start Worshiping you. He only grants this offer because you have proven yourself to be a Strong God.
Kalorgath nods in affirmative. This was only the beginning for him, he had a long way to climb yet. Still, it was a good start.
(Offical Worship Gained!)
As the battle finished I was impressed how skilful and steadfast the peoples warriors were, they were caught by surprise and had a good number of their warriors killed before they knew what happened, but when they were in battle they were unstoppable and easily defeated the Demons with little help needed.
Greetings little one, says the God as she lifts the slime upon her tail. You are persistent to have accompanied me in my journey. Your faith shall be awarded.
(New Pet: Green Slime.)
Vi'kava considered briefly what sort of potential a coupling of two different clans would produce. He let the thought sit in the back of his mind while he looked over the surviving members from the enslaved. What the god looked like to those remaining must have been so strange, the snake like body with all the excess of arms and insect-like chitin. He examined them all closely, noting the emaciation due to the cruelty they endured. "Food, rest, and recovery." He clicks his mandibles. "You will return to better days." He then examines the one who was taken advantage of by a lowly demon pawn. He says nothing, but looks back at the mangled demon in disgust...
After burying any of the dead and looting from the demon' s corpse, the group takes the liberated Beastmen back to the others. Many a tearful reunion was had along with mourning of those lost, Nemean used his authority as New Chieftain to have his people begin Worshiping you, after interrogating both Leona and Beowulf on long they've been courting. You feel the new Worship energy flow through whatever past for veins in your strange and slightly Eldritch body.
The battle was fierce and many Kobolds were wounded, though thankfully there were no fatalities, the Wyvern mutant thing had tried to do battle with you but was quickly despatched like the insect that was.
The three Elder Elves looked surprised and their guards were close to drawing their blades. After seeing you not attacking and your form, they welcomed you. Though they think you to be a powerful Nature Spirit rather than a Minor God, they treat you with great respect and quickly connect the dots and thank you for helping them in their hour of need.
Your welcomed back to the Hold was a cheerful one, and Yorick looked relieved that no one had perished. The food and water are quickly brought to the stores and you are shown to where you shall be staying, with the other Blacksmiths and crafters in the Forge Distract. The Dwarves there welcome you warmly and you are brought to your own room, with a bed(made of stone) and other things normally found there, though it was mostly spartan.
"Hello mortals allow me to introduce myself, I am Istal Lord and Protector of Nature, if you have any inquiries I will answer but may I ask, what are you? I...feel a sort of connection to your people, but I know not who or what you are?"
Invigoration, and the sating of a terrible need hidden behind a chitinous face. A growing number of worshipers to progress the path of change. It was an exceptional start...yet the entirety of the people was an elusive beast. He needed to learn more about the individuals...the clans, the struggles they know. Separate family lines, yet all part of the same species in the end. Such unique individuals...
(OOC: more than you can even begin to afford)
The first thing Powana does is order the injuried healed, using this opportunity to show the Kobolds how they can heal better and faster. Once that is finished, she orders 10 Shadow Blades to scout the surface and report back with any information or strange locations/encounters they may find. She also orders ten Shadow Blades to explore the areas of the cavern that they couldn't before, due to the demons, and have them the same orders she tells both groups not to get into any fights, and just report back if they find any hostiles.
They answer, they name their people the Light Elves. They tell of their long and ancient history, of their once shining cities within the great forests, of their alliance with the Mighty firstborn Dragons and secondborn Giants, of their former glories and how upon the Dark Day all of it was lost. The tell you that they were the Elder Council, and that they were probably the oldest Light Elves still living.
They take the lessons to heart and find.....a LOT of copper and iron near them.
Nemean came to the strange God, he asked of him to help find a true home for his people. Also to pose for his sculpture to which his people will pray to.
When the Shadows Blades you find that one of their number is missing, the ones who returned tell you of an immense bronze tower that ascends high into the sky and is absolutely infested his demons. They also bring news of finding a old abandoned village that had a tribe of Feral Goblins in it, around two dozen. The final one arrives, bruised and battered. He tells you that he had a bad run in with some Trolls, but he took care of them. He swiftly passes out from injuries.
The deity leaned down face the new leader of the tribes, an intrigued expression on his face...if you could indentify it there on what account for the god's face. "Do tell..." it began. "For the search of a new home then? An interesting plight...though perhaps one I could delve into with ease given a parting of information. Tell me, Nemean, on the nature of your people. I have seen them to an extent during the training you underwent to face the demon not long ago, but their particular needs escape me. The sort of land I could consider for you, or perhaps even begin working towards shaping to better suit need...well this task can be an easy one." Vi'kava runs a long claw over the ground, creating a tiny channel. "Yet, land is only a part of the problem. Do your people enjoy hunting? A land better filled with game would fit that need..." He pokes small holes around the channel in the ground as he considers them, thinking them like tiny game animals.
"Your past gods held sway over aspects of your lives. A lord in the hunt, the courage in your hearts, the strength in your bones. Perhaps I will consult the others in regards to the Stag and Eagle...though I respect your consideration towards the world as a whole." Vi'kava grins with its toothy maw. "This world possesses a music all its own. For the moment, we are all but deaf to the words it imparts. Yet, I suspect we remain because the will within its life seeks to preserve what little remains." He tilts his head off to the side. "Now...while I may not be your previous gods...I am the will of change. I simply cannot stand to consider that you would have to remain here doing little when you could be doing so much more. To begin those first steps...a place of bounty I must find. Or perhaps recollect? I passed many places and dwellings of forest beasts before encountering your people...it was terribly lonely..." The god looks rather gloomy for a moment... "I knew I would find something or someone eventually...but the dreadful quiet was so distressing. You could imagine my joy when I did finally find someone who could converse with me! Wait...oh no I've gotten off track. I should be remembering the land and the animals and the plants...not the isolation." Vi'kava chuckles, breaking the gloom with a little beam of giddiness.
You immediately recall.
He hands you a picture of one of the "Titan Worms"
"Ooooo...how intimidating!" He says with glee at the image of the Worms. "Perhaps I'd best not play with them just yet...wouldn't want anyone getting crushed or eaten while trying to make nice with such a pretty thing like that..." He says while looking over at the area where beastfolk gather at this time. "Though to more pressing matters...I do know a few spots from memory. One is...well I could say it is a pleasant place, plenty of everything you might need. They only problem is the current occupants. If I am not mistaken, the dead are not meant to be wandering about in such places...or at all really. Poor things seemed so terribly lost too..." Is he pitying the undead?You immediately recall.
[]-a extremely lush valley filled with all they would need, the slight problem being there's a lot of dead things walking around when your pretty sure that's not something corpses are supposed to do.
[]-a thick forest with green trees and filled with animals, though you believe you saw...something unfriendly in there.
He hands you a picture of one of the "Titan Worms"
The mere mention of Undead started to make Nemean......twitch. "we're going to the Valley, we shall purge the foul, Vile, and Abhorrent undead that would dare walk upon the world. We will find the Necromancer SCUM that would taint the sanctity of life and enslave the dead bodies of the fallen to their command, AND WE SHALL END THEM!"