Burzadurr

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Montis heard the young man's words, he walked into a silent alley and quickly draped himself more like a poor man, a sturdy cloak appeared and he wrapped it around himself he bended his stature and walked back to the town's square where the fire was still burning. He walked closer to the man that stood with his back towards him and spoke in a voice that was a little weaker than normal, but one who had heard him speak would recognise it;

'young man, are you offering all of that? I am very hungry and I would like a bite.'

This way, Montis figured, the man before him would know that he was the god that just spoke to him in disguise, and the people would get it if he gave the 'poor old beggar' some of his offering. He wouldn't be recognised by them but moreover he would most definitely get some of the delicious smelling goat.

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Sorry, I'm a little busy atm, but I'll try to write again soon!

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akje said
Misha stood near the altar of one of the fires. Staring into the cinders.He took a deep breath and clenched his fist around the goat's leash.Solemnly he stepped forward, he took the satchel from the goats back and put it down beside the altar.From it he pulled the beautifully decorated dagger he had been given by Tarvin, he put it in front of him on the altar.He placed the goat on the altar, ignoring the animal's struggles, and looked up at the sky."To all the divines!" Misha said in a booming voice. "I bring you a sacrifice of future! This goat has served me well for some time and would for years, it is my future milk and cheese that I give up, as well as companionship. It is a timeless classic! I present to you: A goat!"In the distance a lightning bolt hit a tree. Followed by a thunderclap that made Misha pause. Did the gods not like goat? Well too bad, there was more. Show must go on!With a wide gesture Misha grabbed took the knife from it's hilt, it glimmered in the light of the fire."But there's a twist." His eyes glimmered like the knife in his hands as he slid it along the creature's throat."I shall also give you a presentation of skill." The razor sharp knife flashed as it slid across the carcass. Quickly skinning it."It will not be raw meat that I shall give you.." With expert eyes the prize bits of meat where cut out and placed upon the altar before him."But a meal that would befit a god." From the satchel Misha procured some spices and marinated the fresh meat.With a grand gesture he placed the meat on a grill he put over the sacrificial pyre. The fire flared up as he blew into them.Silently he stood as he watched the meat slowly cook, sometimes flipping it over.He was awaiting an answer, trying to hide his nervousness by focusing on the meat.The scent of the roasting meat became stronger, and to Misha's content it started to drown out the other lingering scents of burnt offerings.A white crow sat on a pillar and looked at him and the meat."Shoo bird, this is not for you." Misha whispered at it, as he made a waving motion with the knife he accidentally splashed some blood in it's direction.Gracefully the bird evaded the drops and laughed. Not that Misha could hear the laugh. In fact, if he had known he'd almost soiled the feathers of Matau, and if he could recognize Matau for the unfettered it was. Misha would have been a lot more nervous. Matau mused to Montis and Mahue.

Montis had made his way to the fire to observe the people make their offerings. He went a little bit warmer on the inside as he saw all these mortals praising him and his brothers and sister, the divine rulers. Besides the warmth he also felt something else, but it was not familiar.
Could it be... A new feeling? he saw a man that had sliced up a goat with a fine precision, he was now cooking it. How original!
The smell had made its way to Montis' nose. Perhaps that was causing the weird feeling.. The goat smelled really good, Montis suddenly realized, it was hunger!
The mortal made him hungry with his cooking. He wanted to taste the meat, as it smelled delicious.
He softly spoke into the mind of Misha, and Misha's only:

"Young man, what you are cooking is making me hungry, I would like to have a bite."

His deep voice resonated through thin air and in Misha's mind, as if someone was whispering over his shoulder. But nobody was.

The Rebellion

There was some poking and kicking and then a rough question:
"Who are you? And what are you?"
Thomas still had no idea that the two creatures above him were sentinel.
He dis know however that they couldn't make out yet is he was human or not, which would probably come in handy once again, that being, if he survived this.

"the only goal in life is to keep it and then you die..."

His thoughts were buzzing his mind, he decided he'd turn himself in and see what would happen.
He was taken, pretty roughly now, to some place with other mutant men and woman and he heard that they had to work in the mine.
"Fine by me!" he thought, "as long as they don't start experimenting on me again, it's all okay"
When they entered the mines he heard someone whisper'are you ready yet?'

"ready for what?" he plainly asked
'shhhh, be silent, we're going to take back what belongs to us men' the same whispering voice replied.

Whatever was going on, Thomas didn't feel right about it, he was still tired and he wanted to rest and some revolution was sparking...

A big explosion, everything was blurry, people shouting and grabbing all kinds of weapons.
Thomas followed the horde sometimes crawling the wall, someone handed him a shoveltip and a piece of rope.
He bound it to his wrist so when he made a fist, it would stick out as a sort of claw.
"To battle" he thought reluctantly.

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Gardìmn had finished both his drink and his conversation with the innkeeper. He walked out stating he would be back with nightfall and requesting his door to be locked.

'AY'L SEE YER 'ROUND' the Innkeeper shouted. The dwarf wandered around a bit thinking about a sacrifice that would not make him regret giving it, but was also something of value to him in such a way that it was sufficient to the gods.
He did not notice a man close to the fire disappearing and ignored the astonished mumbling of the audience that followed.

Then it struck him, he had an idea!
"I'll sacrifice my first hammer" he thought. It was something of great nostalgic value to him but it was not something he would miss out of his 'small' amount of equipment.

He alway had it with him, and now he was walking over to the fire, grabbing his own talisman, he took a last look at it and threw it into the fire.
"I respect all gods, and I want only that my respect is acknowledged for this gift."
He softly mumbled.
As soon as the little hammer came into the fire it didn't fall down entirely to the ashes on the ground, it floated somewhat and then fell apart in small red glowing particles that flew up to the skies, dissolving.

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LordMarwain said
Just to make sure you know this, in case you did not know. The gods are all knowing, expect for some specifically specified information, like stuff that happens in a gods closed domain (Like my garden, or Cre’oan Mal's temple, etcetera). The meaning of the coins were publically explained by a god, so you know what their meaning is, for you are a god. If a coin falls of a table in a tavern in a town a thousand miles away from your god, your god knows. So it's a bit wierd to act like you don't know. It’s totally fine to come asking for an explanation why you have to participate though.

Ah! I see, with that information I can widen my writing range, it's just that say I DIDN'T know.. It would be a bigger mistake, besides my god was making an awesome masterwork, so he wasn't focusing on the rest of the world.. Well whatever, you're right. I'll keep it in mind.

Edit: didn't know as in say my god didn't know.

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Montis had expected as much from the gods, always coming up with some game, even the gods need their pass-time. He also thought about how he would need to find himself a hero, a champion that fit his standards. A man that is down to earth and man who seeks not much but to create something which he thinks grants beauty to the world, just like he himself does.

"I get the idea now, so I will find my champion, will you stay on my shoulders? Won't that attract attention towards me? Not that I really mind."

As he spoke these words slightly lowering his voice he had entered the town.

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The wind strengthened, a thick shroud of mist had neared World's End. A slight rumbling sound and then a moment of silence... Gushing wind, big flapping and then the mist slowly started to clear up again. From the mist a tough looking man marched forward.

'That dragon never ceases to amaze me with it's magic.' Montis thought. Walking towards World's End.
He had already projected his divine thought to the gods that were already present at the festival; "Dear friends, and fellow gods, can someone tell me why in the name of unholy fire I recieved a bunch of coins bearing my mark?!"

He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of burning pine and so much more only his divine nose could percieve, and quickened his pace, he was excited to see some people again after all these dwarves.

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Carefully stepping around the bedding Gardìmn continued his way to the center of the town, he was certain he could find someplace to drink and ask around about what is going on.

After a few streets, some weird looks and sometimes hasty people almost walking into him a few times he finally saw the fire which warmth he had already felt and which scent he had already smelt. He spotted the inn and walked over there, disregarding the vast number of people already gathered around the fire. Some tossing in some of their personal belongings.

'Strange habits those humans have.' he thought.
He had just entered when the innkeeper shouted at him: 'Be welcome sir, but what arr ye draggin' that colossus in here fer!?'
And when he took a better look at the bearded fellow in front if him he also looked a little bit more inspecting.
This was a very short man, dark blonde hair which in bright light might look a little red, the man had a lot of facial hair and a big beard, he wore dirty leather boots which contrasted with his beautiful signet ring, pure craftman's work you could tell by looking at it from a distance.
"could this be a dwarf?" the man thought..."why no.. But maybe... yes, whatever, I'll find out.."

Gardìmn simply answered;
'Well you see, I am traveling and these are my belongings, I wouldn't want people off the street nosing about my stuff. You wouldn't likely have any place I could leave it without it attracting too much attention and without it being inconvenient for you, would you?'

'AYE!' the innkeeper answered, 'Ay do have myself an empty room awn the grouwnd floor fer ye, but it ain't fer nuffin' ehh'
Gardìmn said;'please, name your normal price, I would like to sleep in that room at least tonight, and I could use something to drink.'

The innkeeper showed him to his room and they discussed and settled the price and Gardìmn left the not so important stuff behind, taking only what mattered to always have with him. He sat down at the bar, or actually, he felt like he had to climb the seat.. But he eventually made it up. His beer was not strong enough, and he would ask for the strongest drink there was next time. He asked the innkeeper his most burning question; 'say, what is going on outside? What's all the fuzz about, something important happening?'
The Innkeeper laughed and said: 'Yer not from 'rouwnd here arr ye? It's the sacrificial feast, we townsfolk throw our stuffs into the big fire to honor the gods. It's said that sumtimes they walk here, amongst us puny men, in disguise and looking.'

Gardìmn wondered if Montis would be here as well, he wondered if he would be able recognize him.
'yeah, you're right, I'm from Borìn Fraethr, or as you maybe know it, 'The Elder Mountain' I'm as you maybe saw, a dwarf.'

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LordMarwain said
Hey Burzadurr, nice post, but I hope you didn't plan on arriving at the festival with your god on a dragon. You know, god's are more subtle when it comes to interaction with mortals for a reason. And the people at Travels End probably have never seen a huge dragon. So there will be much fear, chaos and destruction if you arrive that way. Or in tabletop RP terms, everyone will take massive sanity damage. It's true that a god can do whatever you want, and everything in your post is something a god can do, but isn't it way more awesome if we keep the gods mysterious and spooky?

No I was not planning on arriving on the dragon, I went trough that same thinking proces, plus I asked Gorbo Grandman about his thought and he also said I shouldn't :3
I will keep it 'clean' so to speak