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Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Naswaru The Relentless.

The ground crumbled and fell away beneath him. It was soft and jagged. Everything weather being sentient or inanimate seemed to flee before the spire. It was a strange sensation for sure. All he could feel was an overwhelming feeling of being watched, as if the very spire its self was a monster superior to him. Like an alpha.

Everything seemed to change as he stepped into the void. He seemed weightless and free. Black wisps of some sort of energy seemed to absorb into him and peel off of him. What a strange feeling. He had barely taken a step but every moment felt like eternity. A burning feeling began to pulse in his chest, the divine energy that gave him his power throbbed and burned. He could feel the energy of this spire permeate his very being to its core.

The god wasn’t sure what this meant, but he didn’t really enjoy this feeling. Through his sight he could see a flicker of darkness just on the other side of the energy. It was blurry but he could definitely still see. Perhaps it was another god. His instincts held true as he saw almost tangible darkness move freely on its own.

So he tried to speak towards the darkness, “Sister? Is that you? Oao, come sister step into the void. I do not believe I can stand this feeling for much longer. I fear it will envelop me and consume me.” He wasn’t lying. Even while in the influence of this spire he could feel and recognize his fears. His fear to be consumed, his fear to stagnate and get stuck. Unable to adapt, unable to evolve and grow. What was this thing doing to him? He was unsure.

Even his very being begun to change. Sure he could change his form to better adapt to the situation but not like this. His skin and form began to contort ever so slightly making him look more and more like a monster that could strike fear into the hearts of others. He could feel his form be torn from him and replaced with something new and strange.

Yet slowly, the god could feel his fear fading and turning to bliss. The throbbing in his chest continued to grow stronger the pain was closing in on being too much. With a decision Naswaru commanded himself to step back and out of the influence of the spire. Once free from its grip it almost seemed to be pulling him back in, back towards the spire.

He fell upon a few trees and stood there breathing heavily. The burning in his chest subsided. His legs and muscles felt weak, and he knew it would take him a moment to regain his senses before deciding if going back in is a wise decision or not.

The Faraway Land: Arcane Adventures (Closed 9/30/18)

Naswaru listened to the orc speak once more before nodding towards him. “I agree, seeking hostility’s is not what we should do or aim for. I’m not here to look for a fight, I was contacted to be a guide and survivalist to take whatever team was assembled through my forests. As she said, my people are quite xenophobic. We only wish to stay hidden and commune with the mother, it would also be a mistake to brandish any sort of technology in their presence.” Acknowledging the orc and agreeing with him where simple things. Nkosi was never good at diplomacy, he tended to avoid people all together.

The news of no adventuring gear would mean he would have to wander around this city for a little while to hopefully purchase the supplies he would need for the return trip. Just one more thing he wasn’t going to look forward too. Then he was given a rather finely crafted and sturdy journal. As the Immortal said, it was for research and development of our spells and the magic we find. “Thank you for this. I can only hope that what I find is enough to repay the debt we owe you of keeping my people safe.”

He continued to listen and make mental notes of the locations and descriptions of terrain that we would be traveling through. He kept quiet after being mentioned, waiting to speak his part after she had said what she needed too. “My forests are very dangerous for the unwary or untrained. That portion of the journey may take us several days for me to navigate you through. I will do my best to avoid as many of those creatures as I can. I will also attempt to recruit a few other hunters from my village for that portion as well.” He was rather sure of himself in his ability to guide them through the forest. But it was rather evident that in recent months the forests have grown more and more dangerous.

With the mana surge close by, some creatures have begun to change because of it. Some that where barley dangerous at all can now single handily pick apart an experienced hunting party. Others have grown to monstrous sizes or shrunk to nearly nothing while still being dangerous. Then the rumors of a few rare creatures being able to do unexpected things some say even use magic. Rumors and talk of strange noises and new creatures no one has ever seen have also been reported. Even the plants seem effected by it.

“Do not worry my orcish friend, you are not alone. I too have been unable to use mana in any sense. Although, it’s influence defiantly feels stronger in my forest.” The other female spoke up again going on about necromancy and other magic’s. Nkosi wasn’t to sure what exactly necromancy was other than it was something to do with bringing the dead back to life. A practice seen as taboo by his people. One should die as they have lived. To bring back something that was once dead is said to be a bad omen and will bring about shame to one's people. “This necromancy you speak of. I will learn it but I will not practice it. There are somethings that are seen as taboo to my people. However, I will focus and share my efforts with the rest of you regarding nature and the earth.”

There was one more thing that was bothering him. Mrs. Winters said that they would have enough supplies for four and horses for four. “Mrs. Winters. You said there would be four horses waiting for us. Are you joining us on our expedition or are we waiting for another?” He was quite curious, no one said anything about her joining them.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@ReusableSword - As Naswaru is approaching the spire it seems pertinent that I mention something specific about the effect in progress.

The aura not only projects fear but it also imbues all that it's power touches with the divine essence of fear. The closer things are to the twin strands the more essence they are likely to be imbued with. He may notice that a fair majority of the plants that are nearest to the edge of the crater would all possess physical changes on top of radiating a palpable aura of dread themselves. Such changes may include grey leaves, pale trunks and shuddering fruit & berries. If your god gets close enough to the edge of the crater without fleeing first he may start to experience subtle changes in his physical appearance as well. These changes I'll leave largely up to you to decide.

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I shall include that in my next post... but now im curious of how I will seeing as his main theme is adaptation. hmm is it permanent?

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 more so just makeing sure the sacrifice to his goddess worked making it 140?

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 I hope I got the xp right if not then please correct me. also we spoke about there being rotting meat in the cave before you had your leave of absence, but I can always change it.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Hobgoblin Gird

Kill the beast while its wounded >>>> A good fight /// Day 5 // Evening

Gird rode the beast to the ground but continued to rip and tear at its neck until he could no longer see it draw breath. “I sacrifice this ones soul to Duvelna as he was a worthy opponent.” Blood still dripping from the pale hob goblin as he announced his prayer to his goddess. “Again she gave us a mighty foe, and again we passed her test.” The newcomer began to bash the alphas head with a large stone and spoke a few names.

Turning away from him and towards Ren, “good job brother, we all did a good job but now it seems that it is getting dark and this kill might attract predators.” Turning to face back towards the cave and the trolls that still lingered inside. “Gina, you got us here. It should be your decision on what to do to these.” Motioning his head back to the other trolls.

Leaving them to whatever she wanted to do with them, Gird returned to the alphas corpse and began to strip away flesh from the bone. He wanted to upgrade his bone armor and this creature defiantly looked like he had some big strong bones he could use. Mostly taking a few ribs to upgrade his chest piece and maybe add it in to the back and shoulders of the webbing. While the legs or arm bones could be put to use along his arms or legs.

He wouldn’t need much and whatever the others wanted he would let them have first. The hobgoblin wasn’t trying to be greedy he would only take what he needed and leave the rest. After finishing this task which likely took him a few minutes, Gird would talk to the others while investigating in and around the cave while the others did whatever it was they were doing. He eventually stumbled upon some old rotten meat. Looked to be some sort of animal that he didn’t recognize. The trolls didn’t seem too interested in it for whatever reason.

Gird was about to move on and leave the meat where it was. That was until he heard it. The chilling voice of what he could only assume was his goddess or maybe some spirit that was trying to guide him. “Eat… become stronger…. Eat…” a whisper of a voice that seemed distant and far away. The chilling feeling slowly disappeared, and he was left looking at the meat before him. Suddenly a pit grew in his stomach that wasn’t there before, and he found himself on his knees next to the rotting substance. Picking up some meat in his hands Gird soon found himself both eating and gagging on the meat before him. It was a compulsion, and he couldn’t seem to stop himself even though there was perfectly good troll meat nearby.

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Gird's Character Stats

EXP: 12 > 152?

Inventory:

Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth, Medium bone and spider silk armor,

Weapons: Sharp Bite, Claws, sharp wooden spear

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike, Grave keepers Spirit, Silk Spinning, Stone Skin,

Titles:

Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck,

Current Injuries:

Curses:

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Lmpkio messed with a couple of your scouts, hope its ok. didn't hurt them just sort of spooked them maybe.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Naswaru, The Relentless

A long flight. Naswaru wasted little time to separate himself from the other two gods. He hoped that they were successful in their hunt, but he had to investigate a few things. The local hunting villages seemed to be a little less active in the area. It was a strange occurrence. These were rich hunting grounds the humans should be all over this place.

Scanning the forest below. His binocular vision could pick up fine details while he soared through the air. Having little to fear of other flying creatures didn’t stop him from keeping an eye on his blind spot. Could never be too careful, he wasn’t the only one that could make monsters.

It wasn’t too much longer before he caught sight of something dark and jagged in a small field. The burnt out remains of a village slowly took shape as he got closer. The small village looked as if it could have supported a few families. Landing ever so gracefully in the center of the small tent city. The burnt remains of rudimentary wooden buildings still smoldered but gave off little heat. This place was attacked recently.

The scavengers had only just begun to come into camp and take what they could. Whoever hit these people, seemed to have destroyed more than they took. The god wandered around the small encampment for a little while longer, taking in the damage to the village before returning to the center fire. Closer inspection of the fire led him to find bones and charred meat. He had found the humans that once lived here.

“Troublesome, very troublesome. I can understand a raiding party but normally they don’t kill and burn the others like this. I need to find more information or a witness to these incidents.” He thought. Questions and thoughts rolled around in his mind for a while longer before figuring he had seen all he needed too. “Further clues would be needed to address the issue. Until the local human population can grow back, more predators will have to be established in this area.” Normally the god didn’t like to micro manage the natural way of things. However, these were his creations and the normal predators didn’t quite have the aggression needed to hunt the Rognyak.

Naswaru continued his flight over the forests for more signs of human activity. The wind wasn’t working in his favor this day. Making it difficult to track them, but if their quarry was other humans then maybe the next small encampment of humans would be where they would go next or perhaps the mountain people to the north.

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He was planning his next step when it happened. It was almost as if another predator of leviathan size claimed a territory. The local wildlife seemed on edge. He could feel it, that unnatural presence, that fear. Quickly the huntsmen began flying low and close to the tree tops toward the source. The valleys and hills keeping him hidden while he flew towards the disturbance. The farther he went the more the animals seemed to run in the other direction.

Then he saw it. The obsidian black spire that rose from the earth. Jagged edges that rose up from the forest ahead of him and towards the sky. It almost seemed to be reaching up to grasp the two pairs of light that swirled around each other, disappearing into the heavens above. The surrounding trees seemed to have uprooted themselves and crawled away from the spire. Forming a natural wall from the crammed trees and vegetation around the site.

Naswaru approached carefully and slowly. Gliding silently and with little effort through the trees until he was at the wall. Gripping and crawling through the dense vegetation like a spider. He slowly made his way to a better view of the spire taking his time to inspect the trees and plants. It never occurred to him that they could move like this. Something to be played with later for sure.

After a few more minutes of inspecting the trees and learning what he could the god began to proceed forward. Stopping suddenly because of movement in the wall. All the animals and even insects had vacated this area, yet he still picked up movement. Subtle vibrations that were drawing closer. The huntsmen’s skin began to change color to better match his environment while he crouched there against the tree. His skin even began to grow rather rough to better blend in with the bark of the tree.

However, the sight of a humanoid caught him off guard. There were two of them, and they were dressed in a familiar fashion. The lord of light was here. Or at least his scouts were. The duo perched themselves on a spot to overlook the barren land leading up to the spire but didn’t proceed towards it. They just kept themselves there slightly covered by the trees but made no mention or movement that made him suspect that they knew he was there.

Continuing his slow crawl up to the scouts he didn’t make the slightest sound. They wouldn’t even know he was there until he stepped up between them. The mark of a true predator, to only be seen when he wanted to be seen. A low growl at the two of them as he passed to subdue any thought they might have had at trying to harm him. Naswaru said nothing as he dropped from the tree and to the edge of the crater down below. Extending his arm into the open air. Almost as if he was sampling the area to make sure that it wasn’t too caustic so his form had time to adapt.

With one quick glance back at the forest, the god of the hunt then proceeded to walk towards the mysterious spire keeping his guard up and his senses peaked.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Wildman13 well there is still the other trolls to worry about.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Guy0fV4lor ... I might also want the ribcage because armor.