[$$$]Talon stands in the center of the village, watching the mortals raise structures and begin to buzz around the empty land like bees. He chuckles under his breath, glance at Mordric for a second.
"Ah, how I missed this."He glances at the work crew building up one of the buildings, and flicks a finger at one of the workers. The laborer drops his bundle of planks, covering his ears, and drops to the floor. The other men nearby slowly back away, glancing at Talon, before returning to their work like nothing happened. Talon doesn't seem to be speaking in response to the poor man's words, but instead seems to be...
projecting."What is your name, mortal?""Hamilton...er...John Hamilton, sir.""Hmm...ambitious, strong...young....he will do."The laborer suddenly springs to his feet, sprinting away into the forest. One of his fellows would begin to yell after him, only to quickly shut his mouth once he remembers who's standing right next to him. The young man would disappear into the trees, emerging a few minutes later. He'd be "carrying" a long, silvery sword, although it would look more like he's being
dragged by said weapon. Despite digging his feet into the sod, the sword would eventually bring him before Talon.
The god grabbed the sword away from the poor man, shaking his head as he collapsed, before lightly tapping him with the flat of the blade.
"Congratulations, Hamilton. You have moved up in the world."Actions: Create an Agent. Create the Sword of Silver.A young orphan laborer. Ambitious and charismatic, Hamilton managed to talk his way to the New World. He hoped to become an important man, but, sadly, Fate had other plans for him.
Traits:
Charismatic +1 [2 I, 1 E]
Total: 4 I, 1 E, 1 A.
A shining, silvery broadsword. It bestows great gifts upon the wielder, but also binds them to Talon's will.
Traits:
Speed +2 [2 E]
Strength +2 [2 E]
Intelligence +2 [2 E]
Magical +1 [0.75 E]
Total: 6.75 E.