You turn towards the tribe, ignoring Samana for the moment, and you send out a wave of dark energy, latching on to every bit of angry and malice that lurks within their souls. Arguments erupt, and rapidly turn into fights. Weapons are drawn, and then abandoned as what was a series of duels rapidly turns into a bestial massacre. They bite and claw and hurl at each other, with no regard for anything but their own fury. Sazona is trampled as he lies near unconsciousness, and the shaman watches in horror. He attempts some spell to calm the people, but his apprentice, in the throes of his own wrath, retaliates, calling upon your own strength.
“Beleth!” he howls as he forcibly drains all the life from the man who was practically his father, and he calls your name once more as he feels your wicked delight as his own.
Samana seems to have blocked out the mortal world for now, and he whispers into your mind. “ You gave me strength. Why?”
Turning a fragment of your attention to him, you reply.
“ I am in need of a champion. I saw your might when you defeated your brother, and so I granted you power.” Taking a moment, you scan through his desires.
“I seek to unite this world under one banner. Those who follow me, who stand with me, will rise with me. Will you follow me, Samana of the Scale?”, the words tasting foul but the deception tasting sweet.
Samana kneels.” By my ancestors, I Samana of the Scale, do swear to follow and stand with the spirit Beleth that my tribe and people shall rise.” He notices you flinch as he says the sacred words, but is quickly distracted as you force him to feel the same pleasure those currently in the throes of wrath do.
And you cut off the violence before any die but the shaman, drinking in the evil, growing strong. A simple rush of power keeps everyone alive, and keeps them eager to fight, although they are not quite at the point of violence right now. They are a=Belso all ready to follow you, to varying degrees – some feel guilt over what they have done, some feel only the desire for more.
(You rolled a bloody 100!)
Current form: A mighty man with the head of a bison
Arms: 12 (Violence)
Body: 12(Violence)
Mind: 12(Violence)
Magic: 11(Violence)
Other: Feeling good, reveling in violence
Samana
Arms: 4
Body: 3
Mind: 1
Magic: 0.5
Other: Made binding vow to follow and serve you