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Jrodluthis The Drink of Crabs: God of Oceans and Salt

1 (3.7%)

Jrifunus the Sport of Controlling: God of Fame

0 (0%)

Chobofrin: Goddess of nightmares, dreams, and the night

5 (18.5%)

Thlabifis: Goddess of loyalty, laws, and justice

1 (3.7%)

Chucheedrin Plaguepoison: Goddess of silence and torture

7 (25.9%)

Foseesus: Goddess of mercy and forgiveness

2 (7.4%)

The Nameless Goddess of metals, minerals, jewelry, inspiration, and poetry.

4 (14.8%)

Chlombujrer Rapiddelights: Goddess of dance, festivals, music, song, valor, and war.

5 (18.5%)

Slachraris Primmusic: Goddess of beauty

0 (0%)

Buseelus Boarbearded: Goddess of plants and animals

2 (7.4%)

Total Members Voted: 27

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Winterdirge would have a LOT of fun with that one.

[Aseaheru]

ug.

[OREOSOME]

Kalras noticed the strange bout of cold weather, and understood what it meant, so, one day she went up the nearest hill and summoned the spirit,after it fully coalesced, she spoke,"Hmm. It wasn't cold when we arrived, at the end of winter, I wonder what a ice spirit like you would be doing Here? Haunting a former glacier? or just being a pest? It matters not. I have a proposition for you. Those fools down there, will dig out a set of chambers for me, then i will find you a body to inhabit. Then, you won't be completely killed by the Hottest day of summer."

[zimer02]

Can I be bolded?

Name:Zim
profession: anything that involves making weapons
gender:male

[IamanElfCollaborator]

The presence responded.

"I am no ice spirit. I am a vengeful spirit. Do not worry. I have no quarrel with you.
I merely request two things, a suitable body and that I butcher any elves we see. I shall serve you well otherwise. Do this, and in return I will serve you well and provide with knowledge."

The presence decided to introduce itself.
"I was called Dastot Winterdirge, in another life."

[Vgray]

Taz wakes up from his nap. He notices the Bone Priestess up on the hill.

"Something wrong wise one?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

The presence manifested as a dismembered, half-eaten, decomposed dwarf.

"And who be you that approaches?"

[OREOSOME]

"No, not at all, Taz,you came just in time. i need you to do something. As the shaman of this camp, I will need a burrow to call the spirits and the power of the gods from. I have deemed this place the greatest spot for such a burrow, so could you please dig out a few chambers for me?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Winterdirge drank a ghostly cup of dwarven ale.

"Very well. Dastot Winterdirge, ready to serve the kobolds."

[Aseaheru]

wait, arent i the miner? and if so, then why are you talking to taz?

[OREOSOME]

because he was the closest bold, and also i forgot.

[Aseaheru]

HA!

[Vgray]

My bold is the camp leader ain't he?

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Taz nods oblivious to the spirit.

"Me talk with Aseaheru wise one. The spirits will be pleased."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Winterdirge smirked at the priestess.

"I have business to attend to in the otherworld. I bid you good day.".

The dwarven spirit vanished from sight, and a cold laugh could be heard echoing throughout the area.

[Kel the Oblivious]

Drix wandered silently through the forest, crossbow slung over his back as he practiced the ancient skulking arts. He had yet to inflict pain upon prey, to break the silence of their thoughts with bolts of bone and wood. He had taken to writing his thoughts, rather than speak them aloud and offend his god with words that did not bear weight.

He'd pull a slab of clay from the earth, mold it into a simple slab, and scrawl out his thoughts and worries upon them, leaving them in small clearings so they would naturally sun bake. Some would be lost, no matter, he would always scrawl more.

"Great beasts." crude drawing of an otter, a tiny eared stick figure beside it for scale. "Much meat. Much risk." A scrawled image of said otter dismembering the stick figure. "Please Chucheedin one way or other." Image of a kobold kneeling before an alter covered in cruel implements of pain. "Must show mercy. Pain end, silence take." A fallen giant otter with, pincushioned with bolts, and a single one stuck in it's head. "Bonespeaker celebrate sacred days. Good storyteller." Image of Kalras speaking to a cloud. "Wastes words though. Speak like elf." Kalras seen with an X drawn over her muzzle. "Teach her silence. Truest time with gods, spent silent." A crawling of a cave, with a kobold meditating. "Need temple. Deep in earth, silent. Come later, still finding home."

He slipped the clay tablet onto a large rock with clear sight of the sky. It would take time, but the clay would harden, and he'd collect it again. Rustling in the distance perked his short, narrow ears, and he unslung the crossbow from his back. Prey was close. Food was close. In utter silence he took off, tiny feet finding barren patches of earth to run upon, a silent pray to the Plaguepoison to muffle any noise his racing feet made, and a quick gesture over his heart, asking Foseesus to forgive him for the life he was about to take.