DAMN! Why am i always getting late for those? Anyway, i hope a spot is still open...How about a God of War...
Name of God: Utran'Vitran (For those who care: Utran is Old Nordic for without, Vitran is Old Nordic for Face)
Titles: the Faceless God, The Harbringer
Description of Character: a silent god, avoiding the contact of the other gods...
Spheres: War
Manifests as: a humanoid creature, clothed in the gear not unlike those of soldiers from World War I. His face is obscured by a gas-mask-helmet, the visors are gleaming in a ice-blue color obscuring the true color of his eyes.
Characteristic Animal: The Carrion Crow
Secondary source of Power: (none yet)
Divine responsibility: (none yet)
Jiirgan had once been proud of his body and his strength. Where others broke down from exhaustion he asked for another weight, when others asked him for help he took their burden aswell. His body had always been something of a miracle. But now, now, it turned into a curse. He had been here since two days, his legs broken, his guts pierced and the spear pinning him to the ground.
Two days of constant agony. No Water, no food, no help. The pain had become bearable after a few hours. But every breath began to hurt as the blood in his throat began to freeze as the cold of the snow turned his fingers white. And still, he didn't die. His constitution just didn't allow it.
He had lost most of his blood, still his body thought on. Where his mind wanted to end this agony, the body continued. It worked like a clockwork, braving bloodloss, frostbite, injuries and even the vermin that had begun to nibble at his feet. Although his sight has long since begun to cloud, it still didn't spare him the picture of rats feeding on his toes.
And while his breath now began to tear at his lungs as though every breath appeared to be ripping them out, a figure appeared at the edge of his vision. It was clad in strange armor and its face was obscured by a even stranger apparatus. It slowly came closer, in a pace that suggested that it took its time to inhale the scenery in front of it, as though it enjoyed it. It's heavy boots trudged loudly through the snow but Jiirgan noticed that it didn't leave any tracks. The thin snow coating stayed virgin. Finally it stopped in front of him. By this moment he somehow knew that this creature was surely no mortal being.
Wha..Wha, what do you want daemon?
Some strange noise erupted from behind its mask, if it hand carried the mask it would have been a dirty,raucuous laughter, full of cynism and a not so faint trace of sadism. But from below the mask it merely sounded like the grunting of a boar.
I like you Soldier. I have seen your struggles and i am offering you a deal: I will free you from this torture, i will restore your broken body and your tortured soul for your eternal servitude. I promise you a neverending feast in my halls in exchange for a life filled with constant battle. I offer you a life wihtout age and sickness for a Death on a Battlefield. Will you accept?
Jiirgan stared at the thing he still deemed a daemon. What it promised was in so many ways better than this torture and his weak, confused, pain-clouded mind didn't object.
Everything is better than this hell
Utran saves a dying soldier from the Battlefield in exchange for his eternall servitude...
Helghast-Odin FTW!
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Topic: Godhood V: Legacy Of The Titans [OOC] (Read 28472 times)