As people stagger about, the sudden onslaught of fury fades, leaving them bewildered and confused. Many begin to shake their heads, clearing away the lingering haze of your influence. Damena the apprentice does as well, but then he grabs it back, dragging a few others with him back into the bloodthirsty state they escaped from.
It is in this environment you reveal yourself, leaping onto the stone at the center of their encampment, which shudders under your weight. Samana rushes back, eyes wide with eagerness, and as you speak, he pushes his way to the front of the crowd below.
”Kneel.” you say, and both Samana and Damena do, and as you reward their obedience about half of the tribe drops down as well.
There is a long, tense silence, as both sides taste the evil in the air, and realize there is only one possible option. Blades are drawn, spells are readied, and then Damena unleashes a hideous vortex of magic, drawing on some source of power beyond the carven totems, which turn from brown to a crisp black and white as he sends a whirlwind of devastation through the tribe, killing no one but turning many limbs into twisted blades of bone that flail about randomly, slashing and tearing at those who defy you.
With a roar that freezes the blood, you leap down and your hands grow wicked claws, eviscerating four men holding stone axes, and Samana darts forward to split two skulls, but most people remain confused and unprepared, and so little blood is shed by your followers, who are quick to run and gather around you, only five falling, with one man being injured. Incredibly, all five fall to one man, standing nearly as tall as you and wielding a massive bone-studded log. Both sides are terrified, panicked, and confused, but both are led by fierce champions. No one dares run, their eyes full of hatred. As Damena unleashes another spell, this one amplified by your evil might.
Together you turn the ground from solid earth to a viscous, acidic muck below the feet of your enemies, and many fall into it, screaming as the skin of their legs melts off. You drink in the agony, and use it to fuel more magic turning the ground solid once more.
As one, your followers kneel, surrounded by pleas for mercy, promises of service, and screams of agony.
”Beleth!Beleth!Beleth!” they chant, Samana and Damena the loudest of them all. There is only one who remains silent: the giant warrior.
You have a cult now. Name them, describe how they should worship you, add any flavor you want.
You will also have to decide what to do with those who defied you and yet live.
Finally, you will have to decide what to do with your cult now. I assume you want Damena to become a champion along with Samana?
Current form: A mighty man with the head of a bison and vicious claws
Arms: 14 (Violence)
Body: 14 (Violence)
Mind: 14 (Violence)
Magic: 16 (Violence)
Other: There’s nothing quite like worship…
Samana:
Arms: 4
Body: 3
Mind: 1.5 (Solidified devotion)
Magic: 0.5
Damena:
Arms:1
Body: 1.5
Mind: 4
Magic: 4
49 followers
1 Unnamed cult(47 cultists)
30 power( By default, half will be spent on worshipping you. Any power not spent will be used on appearing normal.)
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Topic: The Exiled Demon (Read 37948 times)