Turn 2
Crimson Kiar
[Nothing specifically for this god]
LienruasThe beggar, though still in shock and anger, accepted your offer. He scouted a smithy in the city's Arsenal; where the city's weapon manufacturers and warehouses were located. From what he knew, the owner made mostly nails and naval equipment. What the beggar had in mind was much different. One night, he crept into the shop, avoiding the patrols and wandering citizenry. He quietly made for the forge, hoping not to alert the owner and his workers. The knowledge of Lienruas soon filled him; the anvil, fire, iron and cast became common words to him. He knew what to do. A weapon would be crafted to avenge his lost and those others who had been given. He started the tools and began his work...
The embers had only begun to glow white when the noise created by the forge awoke the inhabitants. What ensued would see the beggar chased out of the Arsenal, hiding in various alleys and finally escaping his pursuers in one of the slums.Had his face been seen, Enzo would have been a wanted thief. Thankfully, his break-and-entry had been too swift for anyone to see him clearly. While disappointed, the beggar was now an apostle of Lienruas. With his worship, he revealed his name to be Enzo and that while he was prevented from creating the weapon tonight, he would try and try again till he succeeded.
And thus the months passed. The god spoke to him little; Enzo interpreted that as the god telling him to forge the Weapon. It had started with his son but now he felt the Weapon could lead to so much more...if he could only forge it. He staked outside smithies, checking their security and their employees. Narrowing down his targets, he focused on smithies that had few workers and less visitors. Eventually, after many failed attempts, Enzo completed his calling. From his hand, an Axe was made; of simple steel and wood, he had crafted an elegant blade to tear the Sister limb from limb. Though a mundane weapon, Enzo felt a deep bond to it, thanking his god for its creation.
With little more to do, he needed only to wait for the right time to strike at the Sister...
Ven Half-FormedThe Sister Clemence receives your message with a much more welcoming mood. Without hesitance, she began her work that night. Though your fellow god's interference was problematic. The Sister knew that at the very least, two gods had called on her and now she would serve them both. She begun her work slowly. Turning away the gifts of a suitor, she spoke whispers and wrote subtle letters to her fellow Sisters and others she knew. Though few knew her true intentions, most who did called her mad; after all, if these gods were real, why then did they not act upon the world? However, she was able to gather a few followers to her cause...
TiaraThough Sister Clemence does gather for you worshipers, you share it with your fellow deity Ven. While inconvenient, this has so far ensured your survival. Even so, you needed more.
The Priest spoke with uncharacteristic grace and charisma. By the time deacon Wilhelm had finished meeting with his uncle, Chaplain Laurence, the two had worked out an ingenious plan to gather more power for the family. They would speak to their respective flocks, especially the more influential ones, about donations. For renovations and relics they would say. All true. Some of course would be used for administrative costs. Also true. If some of these funds were to be used indirectly in support of the church, then no one would be the wiser.
And thus, the two slowly built up their coffers and influence. With the Prince's ear, the Chaplain inquired on Secrets and Assets while the Deacon built up his position in his parish, lavishing feasts and ceremonies for all to attend. For his efforts, he was given the rank of Canon; a true priest of the parish and one who would lead worshipers. That the Prince had recommended his promotion was of course a mere coincidence.
While both were as of yet unaware of their benefactor, they knew in their hearts that someone had taken a liking to them. To Canon Wilhelm, it was clear who he had taken a liking too...and yet she still spurned him.
SeykThe youth agrees with some hesitance, making sure he has not been bound to a devil's deal. Immediately, the Gift was apparent; without even the slightest effort, the boy was now perhaps one of the best thieves in the city. He of course became quite thankful, especially after several hauls, cleared debts, promotions and boosted notoriety over the course of the year.
The boy has little to say about his family; a dead mother, a crippled father and 3 remaining siblings to feed. Of course, your gift has ensured their survival, and now, wealth.
Quite thankful, the youth, Jean, becomes a loyal follower. Never the religious sort, your clear existence has had him dedicate a large part of his life to your worship, even telling others of you. Even now, a Cult grows in your name; the Cult of Shadow.
GeneralThe New Year comes with the celebrations as expected. Religious rituals by both of the major faiths play out; mystical dances and solemn masses joined together by the wild revelry of the city streets. Eventually however, normality returns...or at least as normal as it will ever be. The Cult of Shadow has become influential even amongst the wealthy. While only Jean has been blessed, even this gift has seen him rise the social hierarchy. Now using several aliases, he has met with many merchants and lords, working as an agent, negotiator and extortionist. Rumours of his ability has resulted in Asirist clergy to declare the man a demon or cultist, calling for his death. Were he able to be found, they would no doubt do so. Due to this, inquisitors have been sent to the city to prevent further sin. Men donned in the clothing civilians, with their identities given away only by a small sapphire ring, these men are ardent believers in the Asirist faith and would purge all those who would not see the righteousness of their cause...were it not for the power of the law, of course. As such, they have launched an all out assault on the Cult of Shadow and other illegal faiths they can find. Their prayers are invisible to the gods, as if they were directed to another..
A Cult amongst the Elysian Grove has formed.
The Yardling family has increased their influence. Wilhelm has become a Canon.
The Cult of Shadow has formed amongst the city's seedier residents.
Several major robberies have resulted in greater security.
The deaths of many prominent gang leaders have resulted in disarray in the criminal underworld.
Asirist inquisitors have arrived. They are targeting the Cult of Shadow.
Crimson Kiar, Queen of Sensation (GilgameshDespair)
Essence: 4
Piety: N/A
Worshipers: 0
Influence: N/A
Lienruas (SilverDragon)
Essence: 1 (+1/turn)
Piety: Zealous
Worshipers: 1
Influence: None
Ven Half-Formed (Harbingerjm)
Essence: 5 (+1/turn)
Piety: Wavering
Worshipers: 10's
Influence: Pitiful
Tiara (IronyOwl)
Essence: 2 (+1/turn)
Piety: Wavering
Worshipers: 10s
Influence: Pitiful
Seyk (Ama)
Essence: 3 (+2/turn)
Piety: Zealous
Worshipers: Hundreds
Influence: High n' Low
Greed: A woman dressed in gold watches her neighbour. She sees his ships ready to set sail and his children taught by the most learned men of the city. She could never reach that splendour; all she had were inheritances and allowances from her distant father. She desired more but lacked the initiative to seize it...
Fear: A man clutches his keys and jewels, fearful of the Shadow. He thinks of his vaults and treasures, not knowing if the thief will strike...
Regret: His eyes were wide open and blood poured from his neck; a man looks down upon the corpse, hands shaking with sword in hand. Anger turning into horror at his own actions.
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