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
Tlacelel leads you into a chamber where two golden thrones sit, a stout wooden table in between both. "It's so rare that i receive challengers in my home, so i rarely have cause to use this room. I hope you will allow me to host you while we play, but i understand if you have business elsewhere to attend to." Clearly both thrones are too small for you to sit in, and at this the Demigod King frowns, and has some of his servants laboriously haul out the metal piece of furniture. "I will have a suitable seat made for you, wether it will see use depends on how long our game is i suppose."
The idle pleasantries begin to make you impatient however, so you launch into a proposition on how this game will be played. You explain that if you lose and later die that you have no desire to be a thrall spirit, and he agrees that upon your death any oath of service would be rendered null and void. You also begin to propose a board to play on, and a goal to play for, and to this your opponent listens to at length, silently. Once you are finished your proposition he sits in his throne luxuriously, a pleased smile on his lips.
"This is your first game." It isn't a question, you've given away your inexperience, and the Demigod lets that truth sink in before explaining how. "As the challenged party i play first, that means i pick the board." He gives a few moments of thought. "It's a tempting thought actually, to pick your board, but i've no way of knowing if there is a catch, perhaps your tomb is in the clouds? I don't think i wish to build a tomb for myself either, i don't intend to die. No, i think i'll pick my own game. Since we've agreed on the stakes, and i am the challenged party i think we are ready to begin." With that your host begins to craft his own board, and you are given your first glimpse of how the Great Game really works.
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As Tlacelel crafts the board you are offered two different views of it. On the table an artificial landscape begins to take shape, with various pieces scattered all across it. As you gaze at it, you are granted a sort of near-omniscient sight of the place it represents. The board is dominated by a great jungle, teeming with life and various migratory tribes of mortals, hidden away in the jungle is a crumbling ruin. In this ruin lies a sceptre guarded by a dwindling group of lizard-like priests. On the distant edge of the jungle lies a camp of warriors, who send scouts into the jungle in search of some ancient treasure.
Your opponent declares that his goal is to protect the sceptre within the temple, and he explain to you that the game permits you to pick whatever goal you like, so long as it is at least tangentially in opposition of his own goal.
Glad to see you guys are getting clever about things already, unfortunately things didn't quite line up quite the way you wanted.