Indeed, wrong forum, but a good idea, I could always use this kind of thing (because I'm too lazy to have an actual journal for these kinds of things [which I have in my DA journal but that thing takes too long to load nowadays)].
First one:
"Some say gods occasionally drop some of their belongings in their visitings to our world. That these things are artifacts of great power and have helped shape the world since it's infancy, for better or worse. Others claim that these things are nothing but constructs of a civilization long lost to the passing of time, advanced magic and technology they call it, this proves nothing about the existance of gods they say.
Well bollocks I say, if anything, there is one thing that proves something vastly more powerful than humanity is watching us. It's the skull, you must have heard of it. A great skull, some say of a deer, others say of a bear, a lion even, there has even been talk of it belonging to a dragon. Whatever it is, the druids covet it greatly, and yet, even they do not know where exactly to look for it in the Great Wilderness of the west. Anyways, this skull is said to give the wearer great power over nature, talking with animals, bringing life to where it cannot exist, healing mortal wounds, even causing them trough pestilence and disease. There is a downside to it though, the user slowly descends into madness as his power grows, he comes to hate the human world, becomes more of an animal and less of a man.
This holds truth, but only partially you see. For I saw the thing, and I saw what it does to people, and worst of all I heard the voice it speaks with.
For this is no ordinary divine artifact my child, this skull, it's the god itself, the great beast, the wilderness in the entire world, the hunter and the hunted. He IS the skull, and the skull bears his very essence as he himself said. And when you wear it, you do not gain it's power, you do not go mad from its use. You simply become a conduit for a god, you become his avatar, his physical hand that shapes the world and guards the wilds from the encroaching civilization.
It is both a beautiful and terrible thing to behold, especially if it's someone you hold dear, because you know they can never turn back. That their fate has been sealed and whatever free will there was in them is gone now. To see someone you cherish become nothing more than a tool in a divine hand is something that I would not wish upon my greatest enemy, child, for however majestic it seems it is a fate worse than death."
This is all from a single sketchy drawing of a slightly disproportionate man that has fur covered legs and a big horned skull for a head. I think I should finish the drawing sometime.