The heart you shall find a greater purpose for, this weapon needs naught but malevolence to make it into a thing of lethal cruelty. It is about an hour’s flight to your cult, as they have been traveling since you left. Damena marches at the head, chanting about your glory. You can sense Samana leading a small party of hunters, coming back with a variety of animals both dead and alive. You spy several cultists carving sticks into crude representations of your form – most everyone has at least one now.
They pause for a break at a stand of trees, and that is when you reveal yourself, drifting out of the sky. Once more they kneel and you drink in their adulation, before telling them of your exploits. Damena resumes his chant, describing how the Scythe King vanquished the false spirit and will bring ruin upon all who defy him…he has quite the way with words.
You send a brief command to Samana, and feel him hasten to you, leaving most of the party behind to carry to you an offering of flesh both dead and alive. Soon enough he kneels before you, a small horselike creature dead and discarded, while struggling weakly in his grasp is some large lizard with vicious needlelike fangs. You can tell it is highly venomous, and by the way a couple of the cultists look, it was once sacred.
It will serve. Slowly, over the course of hours, as the other hunters trickle in, you torture it to death, peeling scales off one by one and crunching them to the ground.
A couple other lizards are brought by the other hunters, and you have them join in. Other animals are staked down for your consideration later, and a crude altar is made from the stump of a fallen tree. You inhale the sweet smell of spilled blood and broken taboos, and summon all the evil generated into a noxious whirlwind. With ease, you funnel every drop you can manage into your weapon, and it is suffused, transformed, turned into a thing of horror.
The claws merge to form one thick blade that will never dull, the broken tooth lengthens and strengthens, turning into a wicked, barbed point. The haft turns from wood to some unnatural material that is warm to the touch, feeling almost like skinned flesh. You nod, recognizing it for an adequate weapon…and then it transforms. A faint, noxious green light begins to shine, and you can feel the energy the blade gives off.
This, this is something special. A weapon of near legendary might, it will enhance the strength and skill of any who wield it. You suspect there is magic in it as well. You are not certain of what kind though. It seems unformed. Perhaps naming it will help shape the power within?
Current form: A mighty man with the head of a bison and vicious, bloody claws.
Arms: 25.5 (Weapon)
Body: 25 (Weapon)
Mind: 24.5(Weapon)
Magic: 2?(Weapon)
Other: A bit sore, and holding a spirit's heart and an amazing and powerful axe.
Samana
Arms: 4
Body: 3
Mind: 1.5
Damena
Arms: 1
Body: 1
Mind: 3
Magic: 4.5
49 followers
3 servants(Leplenas/ lion beasts)
Scythes of Beleth
49 cultists
30 power (10 for totems, 5 for worship)
5.5 resources
Led by Samana and Damena.
About the arena: you can certainly try it, but you will need to find a food source if you intend to stay anywhere for a particular length of time, and the other tribes likely will not care about yours.
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