The new shaman and your other new followers kneel before you, grins on their face as their bound former friends and family hurl abuse at them, although many are silent with sheer dread as will. You step forwards, in all your terrible glory, and hold up the head of their chief, who Samana killed during the fight. You pluck out the eyes and eat as you speak, offering them a choice.
When you finish speaking, there is a long silence. Many had their wills weakened by your onslaught of nightmares and the sudden, vicious assault. They look nervously into the cruel eyes of beasts both human and animal for a long moment. Fifteen speak.” We will serve.” And several variations ring out.
Your warriors step forth, and cut their bonds. The rest remain stubbornly silent. Then you grab the closest one, a young woman, and begin to eat her. Slowly. Quickly, people shout out, begging to be slaves, begging to serve you, begging to fight. Surprisingly, no one chooses to be eaten. Ah well, this meal has sated you plenty.
Those who chose to be slaves are set free, and made to hold out their tongues. One by one, the burnwolf walks up to them and bites it off, its hot jaws cauterizing the wound. Samana follows behind, delivering a vicious slash to their face. And then they are immediately set to work, as Damena and the new shaman - Azen – begin to plan a proper temple for you, having the space before one of the hills cleared. They begin marking out where the arena will go, eyes wide with eagerness to fulfill your will. Meanwhile, those who joined you willingly begin repairing the forges, readying themselves to make weapons or totems for you…whatever you wish.
You have one final task. You take as much of the ambient evil and violence that suffuses this place, drawing on a little of your own strength as well, and begin pressing it into the hoop. Surprisingly, it resists, and slips from your grasp. You will need to find another method.
Soon the fires are burning once more, and slaves and cultists alike are working in the mines, while you relax on your throne, watching as the arena is built. A few large rocks from outside are brought in through the tunnel – which is now heavily guarded. They are slowly being carved to make statues of you in various moments of triumph. You now have enough followers that their worship and the everyday cruelties they inflict are enough to grant you some strength, and it tastes glorious. You have made a good start…but you will need to do more. And you want to. How shall your conquest progress next?
Current form: A mighty man with the head of a bison and vicious, bloody claws.
Arms: 21 (Weapon)
Body: 18.5 (Weapon)
Mind: 21 (Weapon)
Magic: 21.5 (Weapon)
Other: Holding Bonebiter, the Bloody Maw. Sitting on your throne.
Samana
Arms: 4
Body: 3
Mind: 1.5
Magic: 0.5
Damena
Arms: 1
Body: 1
Mind: 4
Magic: 5.5
Banner
Arms: 2.5
Body: 4.5
Mind: 3
Magic: 0.5
Azen
Arms: 1
Body: 1
Mind: 3.5
Magic: 2.5
2 uncorrupted rouses
77 followers
80 slaves
34 servants( 5 Leplenas, 21 Rouses, 1 Burnwolf, 4 Rockcrushers, 1 Elephanea)
Scythes of Beleth
77 cultists
39 power (10 for totems, 5 for worship)
7.5 resources (+0.5 per week)
Led by Samana and Damena.
The Shade Bastion
Population: 157
Defenses: Barricades, terrain
Other: Magical hoop, strangely resistant to corruption.