Marok the Forgotten Titan
1/15 Body Points
0/1 Divine Power
0 Fate Points
Avatar
1/1 Body Points
Your Avatar is currently barely corporeal, but it does *appear* somewhat mighty. A Red bare skinned giant with the fierce head of a lion.
Deck
4 Suits.
-Suit of Clubs
-Suit of Diamonds
-Suit of Spades
-Suit of Hearts
Currently, you are quite weak, a tiny fragment of your former might. Focusing your power into an equally weakened Avatar is about all you can do. If you were to wager part of your essence in a Great Game it could destroy you, depending on how high the stakes are. No, you will need assistance, either won or offered, though you hope it shall be the former.
Summoning your will, you do what you can in crafting and projecting your Avatar. At the foot of the great monument where your target lives a red ribbon of smoke begins to weave a shape into being. It stretches your capabilities, but the Avatar stands at twelve feet tall, red skinned and proportioned like a particularly well muscled human, but with the head of a lion. In it's naked glory it brings the nearby humans to frightened awe, you would snort if you could, of course the petty mortals would be impressed by such a meagre display of power. Some cower, some flee. A handful, dressed in the skins of slain wild-cats and bearing spears approach you, shouting as they do.
Fortunatly mortal language is an easy enough thing to grasp, and with all the authority you can muster you direct the mortal warriors to lead you to their King. The mortals bicker a bit amongst themselves before agreeing to escort you.
...
It is not long before you are granted an audience with the demigod, and it is clear that he is no mortal. He is easily eight feet tall, with clawed hands and thick speckled skin that one could almost call hide. At his side is an axe of steel, a metal you are sure is unheard of in this part of the world. He is attended by dozens of slaves and servants, human and animal-men both. Undeniable is the aura of divine power he exudes, he is not a true god yet, but the seed of godhood is within him. At your approach there is no hint of fear in his eyes, only curiosity. After a brief introduction, you learn his name is Tlacelel, King of the Ozelatl, and you introduce yourself as the Titan Marok.
With that aside, you explain that you are hear to challenge him to a Great Game, the stakes being the Vassalage of whoever loses, until the death of either party. The Jaguar king seems to chew it over for a time, before responding. "Those stakes are quite high, and not quite to my liking. I intend to become a God, so what if i win? Then i will have a servant who's best interests lie in preventing me from achieving godhood until i die. No... i think i have better stakes. If i win, you will be my servant until either i die or achieve godhood. If you win, i will be your servant until one of us dies, or i achieve godhood. However, if i achieve godhood as your servant, i would be required to grant you a divine boon. I think these terms are fair, do you?"