/builders/ - Hero and Nation Builders!

>>41164

If you wan't to put fluff and how you look, by all means do it. However note that you haven't gotten your abilities yet. Also when describing physicalities please remain roughly human sized (or smaller if you wish). As for bone structure etc. feel free to do whatever.

>>41164

Name: Arai Poeq

Fluff: Arai spent the first 10 years of his life without touching land. Born to a small island tribe his family was punished by the tribes elder due to a crime of his fathers and were cast out to live upon a simple boat a short distance away from shore. People from the village would swim out to them for supplies but they were not allowed to touch land. Arai was born on this boat. And when his families sentence finally ended he found that he did not like the feel of solid ground beneath his feet. Arai is a man now and what started as a punishment and a prison is now his way of life. He dreams of sailing across the world and see the beauty of the ocean all over. He takes a simple boat and is sailing from island to island living his life in accordance with the waves.

Word of Power: Wave

Abilities:

Other:

Start me on one of those south eastern islands.

>>41168

You were born on an Island in the Center of the Araian Sea where your name originates. Some call this Island your home but the truth is you are home wherever the Deep Blue extends to. A young man you are expected to provide for your family by supplying them with food as well as help around the house. However unbeknown to anyone else you were not shaped within your mother's womb but the Hands of Gods. They have lent you their Strength. You possess the ability to articulate a Word no Human can hope to comprehend. When it leaves your lips even as a hushed whisper the Waves of this World fall silent and listen. For it is their name you are calling.

Other:

+ [Family Boat]

>Choose One: (goes into abilities)

+ [Fury of Arai]

Near any body of Water you may summon forth massive waves, these gain in size the closer you are to the Araian Sea where they will take the form of Tsunamis laying waste to anything but you. You can also cause smaller waves in smaller bodies of water and control currents.

+ [The Beast of Arai]

You may choose between a Megalodon and a large Kraken, you can assume these forms at will, however naturally they will be of little use to you on land. Sea animals abide your commands to some extent, they will fear you and be much more likely to abide by your orders if you are in your more threatening form.

+ [Child of the Ocean]

You can turn into Water. In this form you are no longer forced to remain in a humanoid shape, however the amount of water you control is proportional to your own human form. Control over your personal watery self is near perfect. Travel through bodies of water is highly sped up, however turning into steam will bind you to the sky until you have cooled down sufficiently to rain down onto Earth once more.

You get 3 dice you may distribute as you like.

>>41164

>Name: Mithra

>Word of Power: Mistress

>Abilities:

>Other:

Starting with the Suba

>>41170

>Mistress

>Sub

L-lewd

>>41171

you're the one who rated me as Kinda rapey/10 did you really expect different?

>>41172

:c

>>41170

Whether you were born or just always have been is uncertain. They say you live in the Forest. Some claim to know that you are called Mithra, how they obtained this knowledge is about as mysterious as yourself. You are human.. mostly, however there is one thing that sets you apart. A stigma burned into your mind, a single word beyond the comprehension of any mere mortal. When you articulate it the Hearts and Minds of those around you resonate in an explosion of emotions.

>Choose One: (goes into abilities)

+ [Maddening Beauty]

You are Beauty personified. Any form of Attraction is greatly amplified and even those who dislike you have to admit your objective beauty. You know the desires of any mortal man and they would cut of their own hands to appease your insufferable Beauty. By the touch of your hand you may turn mortals as beautiful or hideous as you please.

+ [The Matriarch]

Mother of all you know the hopes and wishes of any mortal Woman. They aspire to be like you and will do anything to see you pleased with them. Touching one's belly you have the ability to give and take children and fertility at your very whim. Naturally all children flock to you.

+[Mark of the Mistress]

You gain the ability to force your Mark upon Mortals. All you require is a few locks of their hair and only the bravest and most self-indulgent will be able to resist your command. Those with your Mark will Fear you and do as you say. To them you are Terror personified. Your punishment more cruel than any fate they could expect at the hands of others, they would rather die than face it. This may lead to some unfortunate suicides.

3 dice for actions.

Rolled 73, 35, 41 = 149 (3d100)

>>41169

>Name: Arai Poeq

>Fluff: Arai spent the first 10 years of his life without touching land. Born to a small island tribe his family was punished by the tribes elder due to a crime of his fathers and were cast out to live upon a simple boat a short distance away from shore. People from the village would swim out to them for supplies but they were not allowed to touch land. Arai was born on this boat. And when his families sentence finally ended he found that he did not like the feel of solid ground beneath his feet. Arai is a man now and what started as a punishment and a prison is now his way of life. He dreams of sailing across the world and see the beauty of the ocean all over. He takes a simple boat and is sailing from island to island living his life in accordance with the waves.

>Word of Power: Wave

>Abilities:+ [Fury of Arai]

Near any body of Water you may summon forth massive waves, these gain in size the closer you are to the Araian Sea where they will take the form of Tsunamis laying waste to anything but you. You can also cause smaller waves in smaller bodies of water and control currents.

>Other: [Family Boat]

1: Arai says farewell to his family and begins to peacefully sail to the closest major island that he knows of to begin his adventure.

2:Along the way he practices his water magic by trying to use it to push the boat quicker

3: He then attempts to fish upon the open sea for a quick meal of fish.

>>41164

Name: Drekar

Word of power: Claim

Location: where most others are.

>>41177

You are Kalam, Scion of Ruin. Nothing is known about you, but they will learn soon enough. You were made an empty Vessel to be filled with a whisper of the Gods. A single word filled you. And the Vessel cracked.

Choose One: (goes into Abilities)

+ [The Rupture]

Mortal bones shatter when you touch them and stone splinters as you pressure it. Even the largest of structures collapse under your strikes. Beware of bridges.

+[The Schism]

You bring out the very worst in Mortals. Greed, Lust, Wrath. Any emotion and ideal that furthers the collapse of societies thrive under your presence. However along with religious heresies and tyrannical monarchs you bring forth great innovators as well. Though the way their inventions are used may drive tears into their eyes.

+[The Lost and Forgotten]

Your presence slows the mind and numbs emotion. People around you become drained of ambition and intellect, growing content they decay slowly, being swallowed up by others or slowly descending back to their rural roots. You bring a peaceful and inevitable Doom.

3 actions per turn, you can do whatever you want with em.

>>41178

You are Drekar. Little is known about you. Many had a hand in your creation. Many sought to make you their own. In the end they all agreed upon a single word. Your Vessel was never claimed. It became the Claim.

>Choose One:(goes into abilities)

+[The Kingmaker]

No man can hope to lead with no claim to his rule. You know every mortal family, every bastard and every scholar. There is no law change that eluded you. Over night you can throw a ruler into peril, proving that whatever claims he may have to rule are unjust. Just as easy you can find another mortal's right to rule, summoned forth from little more than the essence of yourself. None would doubt your words, yet some may choose to ignore them towards their own benefit.

+[The Chosen]

You can bless people with your sign, claiming them as your own. They will follow your commands to the best of their abilities. Those with your mark will live longer, be stronger and healthier, however the more bear the mark the more its effects are watered down.

+[The Rightful Owner]

Any item owned by a mortal you may lay claim to. Simply ask for it and you shall receive, you are its rightful owner after all. This is apparent to everyone who is present at the interaction. When conversations without your presence occur however this may lead to some confusion. Furthermore some criminals and tyrants may refuse to hand you your just due as while they and everybody else present know that you are its proper owner they will choose to go against the law.

Rolled 94, 77, 83 = 254 (3d100)

>>41175

>Name: Mithra

>Word of Power: Mistress

>Abilities: + [The Matriarch]

Mother of all you know the hopes and wishes of any mortal Woman. They aspire to be like you and will do anything to see you pleased with them. Touching one's belly you have the ability to give and take children and fertility at your very whim. Naturally all children flock to you.

>Other:

1.2. The people of Suba are my children and as their mother it is my duty to ensure that they are well taken care of, any who have problems may seek me out and I shall hear of them and advise.

3. Those children that would flock to me, especially the poor little ones without parents, I shall accept them, and teach them the proper ways

>>41164

>Name: Ontaru

>Fluff: Ontaru is a young man from the lands of Ibiz. Born to a farmer and raised a farmer he is a farmer.

>Word of Power: Rain

>Abilities:

>Other:

Rolled 80, 12, 10 = 102 (3d100)

>>41182

Name: Drekar

Word of power: Claim

Location: by Mithra.

Ability: +[The Chosen]

You can bless people with your sign, claiming them as your own. They will follow your commands to the best of their abilities. Those with your mark will live longer, be stronger and healthier, however the more bear the mark the more its effects are watered down.

1) claim the best 5-10 fighters I can find to be my personal guards.

2-3) claim up to 15(probably way less) chieftains/leaders to spread my influence.

>>41184

Ontaru is a farmer, raised by a farmer who was raised by a farmer. Ontaru was not born to a farmer however, he was much more given to him. Ontaru is no man, he is a Vessel. Shaped by ethereal hands burnt into his mind is a Word exceeding the comprehension of any mortal man. And as his lips form this very word the Heaven's begin to weep at the tragic tale it tells.

>Other:

+ Ibizan Family Farm

>Choose One: (goes into abilities)

+ [A Weeping Tale]

You can make it rain as long as you please. You may also prevent rain if you so wish. Rain always has to come from somewhere and go somewhere however. Under the right conditions it will snow. If you so wish this rain can have minor healing properties, preventing infection and (very) slowly mending wounds. This also makes you an incredible storyteller and people love to hear the tales you have to share. While it is easy for you to calm people down this way, they also tend to have a saddening effect on them.

+ [A Tale of Doom]

You can summon forth Hailstorms at will, you may make these grow in strength until the hail reaches fist size, becoming lethal projectiles from above. You have exceptional tales regarding the end of Civilizations, Families and Individuals. They are quite lifelike iterations which tend to scare people. Children love your stories.

+ [Family Stories]

Wherever you go pleasent wheather and serenity follows. Even on the desert's sand flowers will grow sustained by nothing but your tales. You can bring fertility to the most infertile of regions, and whenever people listen to your stories they set aside their differences and think back to what is truly important in life.

Rolled 74, 86, 36 = 196 (3d100)

>>41188

>Name: Ontaru

>Fluff: Ontaru is a young man from the lands of Ibiz. Born to a farmer and raised a farmer he is a farmer.

>Word of Power: Rain

>Abilities: [A Weeping Tale]

You can make it rain as long as you please. You may also prevent rain if you so wish. Rain always has to come from somewhere and go somewhere however. Under the right conditions it will snow. If you so wish this rain can have minor healing properties, preventing infection and (very) slowly mending wounds. This also makes you an incredible storyteller and people love to hear the tales you have to share. While it is easy for you to calm people down this way, they also tend to have a saddening effect on them.

>Other: Ibizan Family Farm

1. See if I can talk someone into teaching me to play an instrument. Songs would go well with my stories.

2&3. Talk to people in the village and learn the news and rumors of what is going on.

>>41186

Ancient Arami tales tell of the Trumpeter a creature evil and rotten to the core. Some say it was but a Vessel, a tomb encasing a Fallen Angel, mad after eternities of imprisonment. Yet all tales are the same. An attempt to make sense of that which eludes the mind. And as its lips utter a word Human minds shatter under its unfathomable realization.

>Choose One: (goes into abilities)

+ [A Song of Madness]

Every mortal that listens to the Trumpeter's song will loose their mind. For three days they are captured in a trance unable to be saved by any means. Some tear out their hair, others carve out their eyes, cannibalize relatives. There are no limits to what the Trumpeter's song will do to them. Once three days and three nights have passed, they will regain their consciousness, however by then most of them will be irredeemable, scarred by the things they have done. Many will take their own lives, the rest of them forever stained by the Trumpeter's song.

+[Ode to what lies Below]

To most this will merely be a very unpleasent sound haunting them for a few months in their dreams. However to others it is an revelation, an invitation of what lies beneath. They will seek out those who are like them and begin to sacrifice to what lies below. Descending deeper and deeper step by step their acts will become more gruelling until finally they will have learned enough. A point at which they will shed their mortal coils in an attempt to create an additional body for the Trumpeter to spread the Ode.

+[A Song of Collapse]

Your song blows out eardrums and if close enough eyeballs. Projectiles of any sort proplled towards you are cast aside. Its otherworldly resonance forces even the most majestic of buildings down to its knees, entire cities crumbling to little more than rubble.

Rolled 45, 35, 33 = 113 (3d100)

>>41190

Name: The Trumpeter

Word of Power: Fall

Abilities: [Song of Collapse] - Song damages living things, repels projectiles, and utterly annihilates buildings.

Other:

1. I am a wandering indigent. I require food. Ask local people if they have food for me and ask them what is going on.

2. I was old before the world was young. It's whispers and croonings are audible, and they form a trickling backdrop from which I pluck the deepest, darkest words. I shall sit in a tidal pool amidst the wretched life and rotting things in the hope that some of these whispers and words come to me.

3. I am skilled at playing my trumpet. My trumpet is my favored possession. If I play my trumpet, however, ruin shall follow. Man cannot understand the winding song, so I will learn how to pretend to play it, and in doing so I will be able to fill the air with all sorts of wondrous, pleasant noises. When they sway to and fro to the superficial sound, that is when I will truly play.

>>41192

>>41164

Put me in Ibiz or near there, whatever is good for you

>Name: Maharib Eazim

>Word of Power: Chariot

>Abilities:

>Other:

Starting with the Ibiz

>>41164

>Name: Fanrong

>Word of Power: Prosperity

>Abilities:

>Other:

Start on a small western island with a few primitive people my dude.

>>41192

Lucius Augustus Aurelius is as elaborate of a name for a man as it is elegant. Lucius however is no mere man. He is a Vessel, shaped by the hands of the Gods, however as he was formed and the Gods whispered a word unto him he caught a glimpse of their essence. And Lucius believed.

>Choose One: (goes into abilities)

+[Unwavering Faith]

With a mere touch you may fill a mortal with boundless conviction in a religion of your choice. They require some basic knowledge of this religion and will seek to learn more. These effects will slowly wear off however people are very likely to retain the religion you have taught them, those who have become religious scholars most likely staying that way until their death. Furthermore you have knowledge of all religions, their practices and any changes which may occur to them.

+[Touched by Belief]

Your hands can mend wounds (even internal ones), cure sickness and plague no matter how grim they may be. For you it is possible to return a man from the brink of death with no tools or medical supplies required, you do however need a little time. Be aware that while you can restore the bodies of those who have passed away what you restore will be little more than a lifeless husk. Furthermore you have knowledge of all mortal illnesses and plagues as well as any medical procedures to counter them.

+[Deus Vult]

Your words can easily incite Zeal. Those who listen to your Sermons about heathens and heretics will seek to forcefully convert or kill all those not of their religion. Farmers will take up arms to go to another land, burning and killing for the one true god. In a world so full of unbelievers they will certainly appreciate you pointing them in a direction to carve their path. When you lay hands upon a mortal you may decide whether he catches fire or not.

>>41194

Though looking like a man in Shape Iros is everything but, this is apparent to even the slowest of observers. Carefully crafted the Vessel that is Iros was placed in a fisherman's path who took it in. Iros has grown, learning the Arami traditions and culture. There is however a word he knows that has no equal in the Arami language. And when glassern lungs spew forth the eternal Word the very elements surrounding him vibrate with excitement.

>Choose One: (goes into abilities)

+[Iros Mortar]

You have near full control over anything that enters your digestive tract. Here you have the ability to combine materials which you swallow and subject them to otherwise unnatural conditions such as extreme heat and cold. Here you can turn water into ice or split it into hydrogen and oxygen. The conditions the elements within your digestive tract are subjected to do not affect yourself or your surroundings. You are able to cough up specific materials as you wish, note however that there is only so much space within your digestive tract and your mouth is only so large. Any radioactive, poisonous or otherwise harmful effects of the things created by you do not affect you.

+[Master of Glass]

Your hands can shape glass into any form you wish, hot glass does not affect you in any way. You can give life to any of your creations, they will however be of little more than a very basic intellect. Furthermore you gain the ability to change your very own physicality, note however that as you grow in size your abilities to shape Glass become more crude to the human observer. Furthermore you will require more nutrition in the form of any living thing. (Yes plants are living things)

+[Midas of Sands]

Any mortal or object with the exception of glass may be turned into Gold or somewhat consolidated Sand by your touch. Note that while you may vary between the two at your whim this process is rapid though not instantaneous depending on the overall size of the object. Mortals will survive neither of these states. Furthermore you gain the ability to determine an object's original form and revert it back to that state.

>>41195

Maharib, born under the sign of the Chariot, quite fittingly so. His mind a harbor for a word so unspoken and ancient, that when it leaves his mouth the hearts of all men stand still. His mind however is restless, spinning forever as the wheels of a chariot. Maharib is no mere mortal, he is a Vessel crafted by the Gods themselves.

>Choose One: (goes into abilities)

+ [The Quadriga]

From nothingness you may summon forth a Chariot with four mighty horses, they will be near impervious to attacks and obey your every command. Faster than any mortal steed they move swiftly over even the most disadvantageous of terrains, restlessly moving at your command through day and night they require no nourishment. Furthermore you may summon forth a war bow and fearsome aim to go along with it.

+[May nothing stand before you]

You are stronger and faster than any human being could ever be, able to tear a man in two at ease and able to keep up with a horse while doing so. You are the stuff of nightmares and the ground quakes under your step. Your enemies flee before you, their mortal weapons having but little impact. At times marching for months on end you are determination personified. You are the Chariot, you do not stop, nobody dares stand in your way. Nobody is able to.

+[Bringer of Sun and Stars]

The Chariot that controls Sun and Stars is yours to command. You can turn day into night at your whim (this does not have global effects unless you specifically wish it to), you can also increase beams of light to a point where they will ignite easily flammable objects or cause heat strokes to larger amounts of people. You may also rearrange the way the stars appear to mortals at your whim. Furthermore you are able to see even in perfect Darkness and remain largely unaffected by heat.

>>41196

You are Fanrong, little is known about you, however you inhabit the lands near the Batum (blue). The Batum are a primitive people who worship a great many things. Bears, Trees, Mountains. Anything that seems interesting, majestic or impressive in any way shape or form they worship. You are no Batum, or at least no mortal that is. You are a Vessel, hand crafted by the Gods, ornated to commemorate the Prosperity that is your very essence. You harbor knowledge of a single word and when it slides off your tongue the Winds around you whisper of fortunes to come.

>Choose One:(goes into abilities)

+ [Fanrong Fate]

Where you go peace and prosperity are sure to ensue. The lands you walk are prosperous, craftsmen complete great works, summers are long and winters are short. Of course the envy of others is sure to follow. Furthermore you are able to bless people with your luck. Things will turn out in their favor, however the more people you grant this boon to the more it will be deluded. This effect can stack with your general aura.

+[Fanrong Wit]

When you touch a mortal you may choose to give it an astute mind and a nack for bartering. These people will be sure to do well for themselves when they take up the work of a trader, bringing prosperity to their families. Equally you may choose to dull a mortal's mind, blinding him with arrogance and false ideas, making his ruin inevitable. Furthermore you gain supernatural knowledge of prices, materials and bartering yourself.

+[Places Unknown]

You know not what a mortal wishes for, but you know what a mortal needs. As long as this is an object or food you may simply pluck it from thin air. If a mortal requires a weapon, you can provide, if he requires food or gold, you can provide as well. You are however unable to pluck concepts such as love or other mortals from these places. The other issue being that what mortals need is not always what they want. They certainly are an ungrateful bunch.

>Name:

Robert

>Fluff:

Robert, a young man of 18 years, was born and raised within his tribe. He has lived a simple life with his parents and friends. He has enjoyed good times as well as pushed through hard times.

>Word of Power:

Hero

>Abilities:

>Other:

Start me in The Suba (Purple.)

>>41203

>>41164

Rolled 98, 33, 3 = 134 (3d100)

>>41201

>Name: Maharib Eazim

>Word of Power: Chariot

>Abilities: +[Bringer of Sun and Stars]

>Other:

1. Climb the palace stairs. Once at the top, claim to be the sun god and rightful ruler

2. The moon shall rise to create an eclipse. The stars shall shine bright in the new darkness

3. The stars will zip across the skies leaving streams of light across the dark canvas

>>41203

You are Robert. Shaped by the Gods and placed in your Mother's womb you are destined for greatness. You are a Vessel an ancient unfathomable word resonating within.

>Choose One: (goes into abilities)

+ [Beacon of Purity]

Wherever you go the minds of people are cleared of anything that fogs them. With your touch you may choose to break the bonds of those who would see to enslave a mortal's mind no matter by what means. The Lands you treat are unaffected by the ravaging powers of the Heavens. Where you are Night and Day are as equals and Rain and Clear Skies remain free of any masters. Furthermore you gain the ability to determine the source of an influenced mind as well as the influence itself.

+ [A Hero's Sacrifice]

You are one of the if not the Greatest Warrior this world has ever seen. Humans are but lambs to the slaughter even if they go up against you in large numbers. You are tireless, strong and fast. Ilness and poison, as well as pointy metals and fires have only little affect on you. If in combat with another Character you may choose to give your own life in order to kill them as well, removing you both from the game. You may also use this ability to save someone's life instead.

+ [Philoctetes]

You gain the ability to train any man to be a hero! He will be trained by you, achieve greatness and (hopefully) his purpose and then die. Naturally all Hero's will look up to you and admire you, however your track record of dead associates will be something to look out for.

>>41208

>>41185

As there is no ranking for the 10 best Suba Warriors you go with the 10 best you know or have heard of. Once they had received your sign however you could be certain that they really were the best Suba had to offer.

As for your pursuits of Chieftains they all turn you away at the door having no more need for just another shaman. They are far too occupied with someone called Mithra leading every fourth woman to abandon her home to reside at her court.

>Other:

+ 10 Suban Personal Guard (Chosen)

>>41189

A local farmer's daughter is eager to show you how to play the harp. It leaves your mouth to do the talking, or well, other things, and the soft tones fit well with your dramatic tales.

From the Sound of it there is a woman far North with the Suba everyone calls "mother", women and children flock to her and it has the Chieftains worried.

As for your own land a man who claims to be the Sun God, climbed on top of the Palace and turned day into night, the moon rising above the city. He then talked big about stars shooting across the sky but nothing of the sort happened. Still people say they can impossibly doubt a man who turned day into night. The King has renounced his throne and the man now rules over Ibiz.

>Skills:

+ [Harp] (Fairly Decent)

>>41191

You approach a small household, coming across a fisherman returning home. As you ask him for food his face turns to ash and he drops his fish, running away to his little home. Picking up the fish you follow but upon your arrival you notice that the place has indeed been deserted.

Over a dinner of fish you practice your trumpeting skills. The walls of the house shake, but it holds for now. Certainly however the sounds had been anything but pleasurable.

>Skills:

+ [Trumped] (Improveable)

>>41205

Climbing the Palace was already a relatively impressive display however the rise of the moon eclipsing the Sun is perhaps better proof of your just claim to rule still. When you climb down again you are told that the old King has fled. Apparently he had not been chosen by the Gods after all.

You are made King of Ibiz because nobody knows what else to do. You promise to shoot some stars across the sky as a sign of your benevolence but mess it up. People are a little confused but after the recent display of your powers they don't doubt you.

>Titles:

+ [King of Ibiz]

>>41210

wtf I haven't posted yet

Rolled 12, 20, 13 = 45 (3d100)

Name: Iros

Word of Power: Alchemy

Abilities: Iros Mortar

Other:

1. Find interesting things to eat

2. find what elements compose the things I eat

3. Apply Different levels of heat/cold and compression to see how those elements react

Rolled 78, 7, 40 = 125 (3d100)

>>41210

>Name: Ontaru

>Fluff: Ontaru is a young man from the lands of Ibiz. Born to a farmer and raised a farmer he is a farmer.

>Word of Power: Rain

>Abilities: [A Weeping Tale]

You can make it rain as long as you please. You may also prevent rain if you so wish. Rain always has to come from somewhere and go somewhere however. Under the right conditions it will snow. If you so wish this rain can have minor healing properties, preventing infection and (very) slowly mending wounds. This also makes you an incredible storyteller and people love to hear the tales you have to share. While it is easy for you to calm people down this way, they also tend to have a saddening effect on them.

>Skills: [Harp] (Fairly Decent)

>Other: Ibizan Family Farm

1&2. Head to the capital to see this for myself. Sing and tell tales along the way.

3. As well as pick up new tales and rumors.

>>41211

Post quickly then you tit

>>41212

Looking around you find plenty of sand to eat, however sand would hardly qualify as interesting.

Its hard to pinpoint what exactly makes the sand, you can tell a part of it was once alive though.

You try to heat and cool the sand but end up choking and spitting it out.

Rolled 92, 92, 61 = 245 (3d100)

Name: Iros

Word of Power: Alchemy

Abilities: Iros Mortar

Other:

1. Find interesting things to eat

2. find what elements compose the things I eat

3. Apply Different levels of heat/cold and compression to see how those elements react

>>41214

I want a better power that fills people with zeal and they get 100% morale and won't retreat unless I say and they are tougher in general and such

Rolled 25, 60, 100 = 185 (3d100)

>>41210

Name: Drekar

Word of power: Claim

Location: by Mithra.

Ability: +[The Chosen]

You can bless people with your sign, claiming them as your own. They will follow your commands to the best of their abilities. Those with your mark will live longer, be stronger and healthier, however the more bear the mark the more its effects are watered down.

Chosen: 10

10 Suban Personal Guard (Chosen)

1-2) Mark up to 10 of the most high-ranking people I can mark. Their rank is prioritized over numbers.

3) This Mithra person seem intresting. Perhaps she would make a good chosen.

Rolled 26, 30, 50 = 106 (3d100)

>>41207

>Name:

Robert

>Fluff:

Robert, a young man of 18 years, was born and raised within his tribe. He has lived a simple life with his parents and friends. He has enjoyed good times as well as pushed through hard times.

>Word of Power:

Hero

>Abilities:

+ [Beacon of Purity]

>Other:

1. Help my mother clean up the house.

2-3. Go hunting in the forest for food, whether it be vegetation or animals.

Rolled 24, 77, 75 = 176 (3d100)

>>41196

>>41202

>>41208

Name: Fanrong

Word of Power: Prosperity

Abilities: +[Fanrong Fate]

Where you go peace and prosperity are sure to ensue. The lands you walk are prosperous, craftsmen complete great works, summers are long and winters are short. Of course the envy of others is sure to follow. Furthermore you are able to bless people with your luck. Things will turn out in their favor, however the more people you grant this boon to the more it will be deluded. This effect can stack with your general aura.

>Other:

1. Fanrong spends a great deal of time on the outskirts of Batum society, relaxing in the sun and skipping stones into the sea. Prosperity's vessel is not of their tribe, and they are doubtless going to be suspicious of any stranger, especially one so alien and ignorant of their customs. There's a chance they might take Fanrong for a spirit or a good omen, because the land on which he lingers seems especially fertile and rich with game, and the waters where he plays are often found to be great spots for fish and stones smoothed by the waves into convenient shapes for crafting.

2. But as much as the Batum may be uncertain of him, Fanrong is curious about them. They look very much like he does, but their ways and their speech is strange. When he can, he watches them in their day to day lives, trying to learn about their ways and customs, seeing how they live and hunt and venerate the many spirits of their land.

3. When not lingering near the places Batum are known to frequent or watching them live their lives, Fanrong wanders the rest of the island curiously, exploring for the sake of exploring, seeing what interesting, useful or valuable things he can find.

Rolled 39, 37, 3 = 79 (3d100)

>>41210

Name: The Trumpeter

Word of Power: Fall

Abilities: [Song of Collapse] - Song damages living things, repels projectiles, and utterly annihilates buildings.

Skills: Trumpet (Improvable)

Other:

1. Take whatever things are within this residence. Knives. Foodstuffs. Bags. Clothes. Coins. Jewels. It is clear that whoever resides here wants these things no longer, so I shall take them, and I shall go.

2. I shall seek out a suitably unhealthy tidal pool to listen to the old murmurings, the quiet whisperings, the subtle chirping of those stronger, fiercer things beneath the waves and the sea. Perhaps fishbones and entrails will help me to listen.

3. Now I know how to play the trumpet with two hands and human lips. Now I shall continue to play, practicing how to make sound and noise with human lungs, made for human ears. +[Trumpet, Improvable]

>>41222

The Selu live in the plains of the Western continent where they live of bountiful harvests. Amongst them lives Eslem a Vessel handcrafted by the Gods resonating with their Benevolence.

>Choose One: (goes into abilitie)

+ [Corny Wordplay] (you can rename this)

You gain control over the crops the Selu grow the most. Corn. You are able to control these to some extent, growing their roots and utilizing them as extension of your own limbs. This can also be used to make sure the Corn grows nice and nutritiously.

+ [Benevolent Touch]

Both your voice and touch are incredibly calming they drastically reduce the amount of panic and stress experienced by a mortal, this is not limited to humans and will work on animals as well making their domestication a whole lot easier. Furthermore you have to ability to put to sleep (read: knock out) any mortal by merely touching them.

+ [Guardian Spirit]

Your home plains are protected from any abilities's prying eyes as well as environmental abilities. Entering the lands guarded by you will temporarily subdue any mind altering effects by other powers until they have left your lands once more. The area of effect may be extended by the construction of Totems which need to be near your traditional homelands or connected to a totem which in turn is connected to your homelands etc.

>>41224

You live in the forests south east of the Suba lands. Here you live in harmony with nature, the world around you softly dancing under the articulation of a word so old even the trees struggled to remember it.

>Choose One: (goes into abilities)

+ [Forgotten Tongue]

You can communicate with animals and plants. They are however your equals and not obliged to obey your commands. If you want them to do something for you you should do something for them in return. Having a courteous relation with your surroundings will help you in this process.

+ [The Wrath of Nature]

You may cast a mark upon any mortal, any animal will be hostile towards them. Dogs, cows, birds and bees. They all will seek to harm the individual. These marks may be given and taken at your leisure.

+ [Soil Allegiance]

You are able to turn the land barren and remove its nutrition. Soon farms will fail to provide food and those who do not leave will starve to death. As long as the land bears your mark nothing will grow there, all plants will wither and die. Once you have removed your sign again it will take years for the soil to recover and bear fruit once more.

Rolled 81, 95, 17 = 193 (3d100)

>>41208

>Name: Mithra

>Word of Power: Mistress

>Abilities: + [The Matriarch]

Mother of all you know the hopes and wishes of any mortal Woman. They aspire to be like you and will do anything to see you pleased with them. Touching one's belly you have the ability to give and take children and fertility at your very whim. Naturally all children flock to you.

>Other:

+ 50 Children

1. Continue to appease the people, invite the men to come to me for advice as well

2.3. Continue to teach the children the proper ways, especially teaching them that Mother loves them dearly.

Rolled 93, 4, 81 = 178 (3d100)

>>41227

>Name: Verdantine, Lord of Nature

>Fluff: Verdantine is a vessel imbued with the forces of nature by a god upset with humanity's treatment of the earth. His goal is to erase civilizations that grow too large and that do not treat nature with the respect it deserves.

>Word of Power: Nature

>Abilities: [The Wrath of Nature] - You may cast a mark upon any mortal, any animal will be hostile towards them. Dogs, cows, birds and bees. They will all seek to harm the individual. These marks can be given and taken at your leisure.

>Other:

1. Begin building friendships with and attracting various animal species to my holy grove.

2-3. The word I was born with tells me to erase any humans who greatly harm nature, but let us not be so brash as to think they are beyond redemption. I shall go to Suba and teach the people to respect nature and its offerings, such as conservation, planting a tree for every tree you kill, respect for wildlife, not overfarming, and so on.

>>41218

Update:

Ability changed to + [A Heroes Sacrifice]

Rolled 85, 98, 69 = 252 (3d100)

>>41210

>Name: Maharib Eazim

>Word of Power: Chariot

>Abilities: +[Bringer of Sun and Stars]

>Other:

>Titles: +[King of Ibiz]

1. All temples in Ibiz shall be fitted with a sacrificial alter so that once a year, on the solstice, everyone can sacrifice their single best livestock through fire.

2. The 5 prettiest virgins shall be gathered for my preistesses. 4 to represent the horses that pull my chariot as my soul crosses the sky and the 5th, the most beautiful, to warm my bed at night.

3. Let it be known: The stars are the souls of gods. They are my subjects in that realm just as you are my subjects in this. The sun is my soul. When I die, the sun shall be snuffed. The moon is the soul of evil. A demon that will try to lead you out of the sun's light and onto the path of heresy. In that realm, he is my slave, forced to follow me but in this realm, he is unbound. The lesser gods may come to your lands, you should welcome them with open arms but be warned, they may be evil trying to fool you. Evil shall be stopped and killed where ever it is found.

>>41211

Come into the discord or pm me there

>>41255

>Discord

Rolled 88, 32, 25 = 145 (3d100)

>>41197

>Name: Lucius Augustus Aurelius

>Word of Power: Pietas

>Abilities: + [Beacon of Sainthood]

Allies close to you become overwhelmed with Duty and fight to the Death, they are filled with Holy Strength and Endurance an inspiring sight for their fellow soldiers. These effects grow weaker the further they are away from you. All friendly units within sight range receive a substantial morale boost if you are on the battlefield. Furthermore you gain the ability to deflect an otherwise lethal attack by a mortal on a friendly unit onto yourself, which will cause moderate harm to you. You may redirect an attack no matter its strength and origin onto yourself, negating any effect to surroundings and allies, this will however claim your own life, removing you from the game.

>Other:

1-2; Since there's a new King, I will sign up into the military as a proper soldier now

3; Since I'm a soldier now, I'll keep my head to the ground and listen to any rumors or things going on that might threaten the king and country

>>41241

Upon you declaring that you would aid the men as well a lot of women leave to bring their men, but few actually return with them. They are generally displeased with the role you have taken in their lives, they are quite surprised when the greatest Chief of the Suba declare you a diety. Needless to say you now hold even greater sway within the civilization.

The children are well aware that mother loves them dearly and vye for your affection, there are some minor rivalries between grown women and children however nothing else comes of them. The Children worship you both figuratively and literally, struggling to understand what makes Drekar a god or any bit as great as you are.

>Title:

+ [Goddess of the Suba]

>>41243

By collecting several plants you manage to attract some boars. Though usually surprisingly aggressive they don't mind you around and leave their young to stay in your grove.

You go to the Suba to discover that things have changed rapidly in recent times. They now worship a man called Drekar and a woman called Mithra. You do not know how this came to be however the most powerful High Chiefs decided that they were to be worshipped. The Suban Women certainly didn't seem to disagree as many of them were full of admiration for Mithra.

You manage to spread your lessons here and there but people are largely busy adapting to their new dieties.

>Skills:

+ [Animal Taming] (Professional)

>Other:

+ [Holy Grove]

>>41246

The Selu are an open people and you command their language to perfection. You get to work building a simple home however all you have is sticks for the basics, the local Selu community however freely shares some of their furs with you, creating a nice tipi for you to call your home.

You build your first totem. It is enscribed with runes long forgotten by most, its head hovering above the rest held there by unnatural forces.

>Other:

+ [Tipi]

>>41254

The Ibiz scramble to fit sacrificial altars into their temples. They work hard to make sure their god is pleased.

Each of the Ibizan settlements provide their five most beautiful virgins, this leads to some revelations as no woman dares try to deceive the Sun God. There is a small council in which the five most beautiful priestesses are determined and sent into your palace. Soon the most beautiful one of them is with child. They are treated with the utmost respect by all.

You then provide the Ibizan's with the truth. Had they not been afraid before, they certainly are now. Your guard is doubled without you requesting anything of the sort. You notice a curious black sun symbol painted into the skin of one of your guards.

>>41257

You sign up with the Military. While no such orders have been given by the new Godking many of the Officers look for more people to make up his Guard as once the Sun God dies the entire world will fall to eternal darkness.

People are really, really scared. The Sun God, in a human shell from the looks of it, was as vulnerable as any man and if he died the world would end. Furthermore there were others, Evil Gods, somewhere outthere who could seek to harm him. Aside from the worries of people however you hear little of substance.

>Other:

+ [Bronze Sword]

Rolled 24, 17, 59 = 100 (3d100)

>Name: Arai Poeq

>>Fluff: Arai spent the first 10 years of his life without touching land. Born to a small island tribe his family was punished by the tribes elder due to a crime of his fathers and were cast out to live upon a simple boat a short distance away from shore. People from the village would swim out to them for supplies but they were not allowed to touch land. Arai was born on this boat. And when his families sentence finally ended he found that he did not like the feel of solid ground beneath his feet. Arai is a man now and what started as a punishment and a prison is now his way of life. He dreams of sailing across the world and see the beauty of the ocean all over. He takes a simple boat and is sailing from island to island living his life in accordance with the waves.

>>Word of Power: Wave

>>Abilities:+ [Fury of Arai]

>Near any body of Water you may summon forth massive waves, these gain in size the closer you are to the Araian Sea where they will take the form of Tsunamis laying waste to anything but you. You can also cause smaller waves in smaller bodies of water and control currents.

>Other: [Family Boat], 4x [Fish]

Skill: Fishing Professional, + [Star Orientation] (Experienced)

1-2: Arai is shocked to learn that these people have never experienced the beauty of the sea. But he never loses his smile as he begins to tell tales and sing songs of his people to teach the Ibizian people of sailing.

3: And as quickly as he appears upon the Ibiz shores he is gone like the tide with only a song to follow his boat out to sea. Like the tide he comes and like the tide he leaves.

Rolled 90, 94, 9 = 193 (3d100)

>>41260

>Name:

Robert

>Fluff:

Robert, a young man of 18 years, was born and raised within his tribe. He has lived a simple life with his parents and friends. He has enjoyed good times as well as pushed through hard times.

>Word of Power:

Hero

>Abilities:

+ [A Hero's Sacrifice]

>Skill:

+ [Spear] (Prodigy)

>Other:

+ [Spear]

+ [Bear Pelt]

+ {Bear Meat}

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1. Robert cuts down one of the trees in the forest for wood, in its place he makes sure to plant 2 sapling so that there will be more trees in the future.

2. Using the wood and the bear pelt, Robert attempts to craft a shield.

3. With the spoils of his hunt he returns home with the bear meat and begins to cook it for his mother.

Rolled 30, 83, 4 = 117 (3d100)

>>41260

Name: The Trumpeter

Word of Power: Fall

Abilities: [Song of Collapse] - Song damages living things, repels projectiles, and utterly annihilates buildings.

Skills: Trumpet (Improvable)

Other: Knife, 4 Fish, Bag, Spare Clothes

1. I shall improve my skills with my trumpet as I wander the coast, in search of new things to see and new whispers to hear.

2. This knife is an amusing thing. Rock from the earth, purified by fire, scraped and beaten until it pierces and rends the sweet, soft flesh of living things. I shall practice how to kill with this knife. My knife.

3. Death rides on the horizon, this I know, but then, as long as I ride, such an omen is all too true. I shall test my terrible powers upon a thatchet of trees, and lay them low with a low, whining song, sifting through the wreckage for anything of value that remains.

Rolled 17, 32, 57 = 106 (3d100)

>Name: Verdantine, Lord of Nature

>Fluff: Verdantine is a vessel imbued with the forces of nature by a god upset with humanity's treatment of the earth. His goal is to erase civilizations that grow too large and that do not treat nature with the respect it deserves.

>Word of Power: Nature

>Abilities: [The Wrath of Nature] - You may cast a mark upon any mortal, any animal will be hostile towards them. Dogs, cows, birds and bees. They will all seek to harm the individual. These marks can be given and taken at your leisure.

>Skills:

Animal Taming (Professional)

>Other:

Holy Grove

1. Begin building insect hives and promoting growth of bees,flies and other swarming insects in addition to poisonous spiders and the like.

2. From the wood of a tree craft a strong and sturdy bow to defend myself with, and as always, thank nature for her blessing and plant a new tree in its stead.

3. Keep working on teaching the ways of respecting nature. Find those most devoted to nature from amongst the fringe not controlled by these "gods" and develop a commune amongst the wilds where those who wish to join may live as one with nature.

Rolled 17, 21, 55 = 93 (3d100)

>>41260

>Name: Ontaru

>Fluff: Ontaru is a young man from the lands of Ibiz. Born to a farmer and raised a farmer he is a farmer.

>Word of Power: Rain

>Abilities: [A Weeping Tale]

You can make it rain as long as you please. You may also prevent rain if you so wish. Rain always has to come from somewhere and go somewhere however. Under the right conditions it will snow. If you so wish this rain can have minor healing properties, preventing infection and (very) slowly mending wounds. This also makes you an incredible storyteller and people love to hear the tales you have to share. While it is easy for you to calm people down this way, they also tend to have a saddening effect on them.

>Skills: [Harp] (Fairly Decent)

>Other: Ibizan Family Farm

1&2. In the capital continue to sing and tell stories to entertain and allow for places to sleep and food.

3. As well keep an ear out for rumors and news, especially about the godking.

>>41270

czeched

Rolled 39, 68, 39 = 146 (3d100)

>>41261

>Name: Lucius Augustus Aurelius

>Word of Power: Pietas

>Abilities:

[Beacon of Sainthood]

Allies close to you become overwhelmed with Duty and fight to the Death, they are filled with Holy Strength and Endurance an inspiring sight for their fellow soldiers. These effects grow weaker the further they are away from you. All friendly units within sight range receive a substantial morale boost if you are on the battlefield. Furthermore you gain the ability to deflect an otherwise lethal attack by a mortal on a friendly unit onto yourself, which will cause moderate harm to you. You may redirect an attack no matter its strength and origin onto yourself, negating any effect to surroundings and allies, this will however claim your own life, removing you from the game.

>Other:

[Bronze Sword]

1-2; Strange that the Sun God chooses to rule himself, but who am I to question the will of the gods. I'll just continue on with my duty.

3; Best not get rusty. I'll ask some of the other guards to train with me.

>>41272

>>41261

39 39 dubz

Rolled 29, 59, 93 = 181 (3d100)

>>41261

>Name: Maharib Eazim

>Word of Power: Chariot

>Abilities: +[Bringer of Sun and Stars]

>Other:

>Titles: +[Godking of Ibiz]

1. I am interested in the black sun symbol on the guard's skin. Ask him about it

2. I would like greater agricultural programs for this land. Have the people plant grape vines and stalks of wheat in unused fields

3. Practice altering the stars. Last time I failed and I do not wish to fail again

Rolled 6, 43, 5 = 54 (3d100)

Name: Iros

Word of Power: Alchemy

Abilities: Iros Mortar

Other:

1. explore around the village and the outskirts for something unusual

2. see if I can maintain a constant loop of element absorption by being underwater and inhale water to refine into its pure element.

3.Start combining elements inside of me to see what they produce

Rolled 88, 10, 95 = 193 (3d100)

>>41260

Name: Fanrong

Word of Power: Prosperity

Abilities: +[Fanrong Fate]

Where you go peace and prosperity are sure to ensue. The lands you walk are prosperous, craftsmen complete great works, summers are long and winters are short. Of course the envy of others is sure to follow. Furthermore you are able to bless people with your luck. Things will turn out in their favor, however the more people you grant this boon to the more it will be deluded. This effect can stack with your general aura.

>Other:

1. These larger wooden constructions are interesting. Fanrong pokes around them, taking note of the differences between the more massive, bulbous craft and the simplistic rafts the Batum use to fish out on the sea, and may even pluck up the courage to investigate inside the bellies of these wooden beasts.

2. The lake ought to be easier for Fanrong to skim stones across. The water's more still, less troubled by the waves of the sea.

3. It might also be educational to watch what is traded between the villages and learn what is more readily available in one place or another.

Rolled 55, 88, 88 = 231 (3d100)

>>41261

Name: Drekar

Word of power: Claim

Title:

[God of the Suba](The masculine divinity)

Location: Suba.

Ability: +[The Chosen]

You can bless people with your sign, claiming them as your own. They will follow your commands to the best of their abilities. Those with your mark will live longer, be stronger and healthier, however the more bear the mark the more its effects are watered down.

Chosen: 20

10 Suban Personal Guard

10 High Suban Chieftains

1-2) The Suba need more structure to bind them together in unity. Organize the religion and claim the top 3 people in this new religion to bless them and make sure the church spreads the peace and love that we want.

3) Speaking of spreading love it's time to spread some of my holy seed and maybe raise a few demigods.

>>41284

czeched

Rolled 41, 46, 91 = 178 (3d100)

>>41261

>Name: Mithra

>Word of Power: Mistress

>Abilities: + [The Matriarch]

Mother of all you know the hopes and wishes of any mortal Woman. They aspire to be like you and will do anything to see you pleased with them. Touching one's belly you have the ability to give and take children and fertility at your very whim. Naturally all children flock to you.

>Other:

+ 50 Children

>Title:

+ [Goddess of the Suba]

1. Discover what the women think of Drekar, God of Champions, which most menfolk would aspire to be.

2. Take some of the womenfolk who have been with me the longest as priestesses, with the one who has remained with me the longest as high priestess.

3. Assign some of the more motherly priestesses to help take care of my children to help teach and care for them.

>>41323

That's some pig

>>41334

It's pretty sexy tbqh

>>41323

For too long Pigs have suffered at the hands of humans. Perhaps its time that humans suffered at the hands of pigs as well?

>Choose One: (goes into abilities)

+ [Lord of Pigs]

You can take the form of a 4 meter tall pig man with a rusty cleaver the size of a grown man, becoming highly resistent to damage and immensely strong. You instill Terror upon all mortals who lay eyes upon you in this form. Furthermore you may communicate with pigs in your surrounding telepahtically and use their carcasses to heal yourself and temporarily gain size and strength. You may also take the form of a normal pig.

+ [Werehogs]

You may turn pigs into Werehogs, at your will they will turn into pigmen and wreak havoc wherever they may be. Furthermore you may turn any mortal you touch into a pig. If you so wish with a touch you may turn them back into humans, Werehogs cannot be reverted into human form. Werehogs will not attack you but have only very basic intellect and will struggle with more complex orders. You may also take the form of a normal pig.

+ [The Hunger]

When touching a mortal you can choose to curse them with the hunger. They will grow more and more hungry unaware of what they can do to satisfy this. The only thing that will satisfy a mortal cursed with the Hunger is the flesh of his fellow men, even if he receives other nourishment should he not feast on the flesh of other mortals he will starve to death. You may remove the hunger by touch. You may also take the form of a normal pig.

>>41262

You try to tell your tales and sing songs of the sea, however the people you are talking with give you pettyful smiles and exchange a few words. They had a visit from a far better storyteller than you not too long ago, however they are impressed with an Arami such as yourself having mastered the Ibizan language.

The Ibizans bid you farewell as you leave. Once more on the sea, following the coast you make your way South to a group of small fishing villages, interestingly enough the people here seem to be of a mix between Ibiz and Arami culture.

>Skills:

+ [Singing] (Amateur)

+ [Storytelling] (Amateur)

>>41263

You cut down a tree with two swift strikes, proving your incredible strength quickly making use of the wood to carve it into the shape of a shield. Using parts from the bear you manage to create fitting straps for your shield.

Still you feel its not complete and decide to add a little exctra something, the carving of a tree with a shooting star above. You are quite surprised with your own success.

You then return home with your trophies to prepare a meal for your mother, however as all good Suban mothers do she slapped you around the face a bit telling you that no man who could kill a bear in single combat should be cooking his own meals. She does however make the best bear stew you've ever tasted.

>Other:

+ [Shield of the Comet Tree] (feel free to rename it I had nothing good)

>Skills:

+ [Carving] (Natural)

>>41267

You wander the coast trying to listen to its many whispers, however they are drowned out by the sound of amateurish trumpet play.

Stabbing around a bit you come to the conclusion that to make real progress you'd probably have to go up against more of an opponent than the sand and the sea, it does however feel quite natural.

It takes you a while to come across trees as the Arami lands are sandy and barren, however upon coming upon a small oasis you try your powers, unfortunately there appears to have been a woman somewhere between the palm trees, screaming in agony she covers her ears with bloody hands.

>Skills:

+ [Knife] (Natural)

>>41337

>>41268

You try to get your hands on some bee hives. They do not appreciate your efforts. A nearby river saves you.

You fell a tree and begin to carve a bow, the only thing you require now is something to made the bow string out of. Traditionally this was done with parts from a sheep's gut.

Many of the older Subans reject the idea of new gods in their lifetime. Still they've had little impact on their lives and they see no reason to abandon their livelyhoods and farms as you offer no alternatives for them. There is a girl who decides to follow you into the forest though her motives may not be as focused on nature as she claims.

>Other:

+ [Half Finished Bow]

>Skills:

+ [Carving] Amateur

>Companions:

+ [A Girl]

>>41269

You sing and tell your stories in the capital, but the last thing these people seem to need are more stories about death and tragedy. They are far too occupied with their new god king and the inevitable end of the world upon his death. Still a man takes pity on you and lets you stay for food and a place to rest if you promise to help him in his stables he had a helper but the man decided to leave and take up work somewhere else.

The Godking demands more farms be worked with wheat and grape vines, furthermore his personal guard has been significantly strengthened. In the night you look to the stars and observe them shift. The people look upon them with concern as none dare assume the Stars' meaning. As for the Suba it seems Drekar whom the Suban worship as a god has decided to name three men responsible for organizing the religion to begin the conversion of the local population. He then proceeded to take several young girls away from their families to take

>>41270

Some of the Selu are a little put off by the fact that you still haven't taken off that skull of yours, however they end up just shrugging it off. With a muscular build such as yours you could help with hunting or farming, teaching the children after all was the duty of the elders and since they were uncertain where you came from who knew what you would teach them?

You decide to help out with some of the farm work. The Selu are satisfied with your work.

>Skills:

+ [Farming] (Beginner)

>>41272

You keep going on with your duty, taking part on some sparring excercises, slowly learning the tricks of the trade. You notice that a number of the other Soldiers have tatoos of a Black Sun on their arms. Of course at first you are concerned they are plotting something, however upon doing some investigative work you find out they are some kind of group devoted to protecting the Sun God and preventing eternal darkness.

>Skills:

+ [Swords] (Beginner)

>>41274

He gets really awkward about it, but in the end he doesn't dare lie to you and confesses that its a group devoted to keeping you alive to prevent eternal darkness to swallow everything. They call themselves Guardians of the Sun.

You demand more farms be worked. To appease you people from all walks of life ditch their jobs and move to the outskirts of Ibizan territory instead to work arable farmlands.

Later on you decide to alter the stars, doing so very successfully. The people look concerned as to what this means. You could tell them anything really.

(Remind me about your not so much virgin in 2 turns)

>>41277

The Outskirts of the village you were found by seem exceptionally ordinary and common. So ordinary and common in fact that you would describe it as quite uncommon.

You consume some quantities of water and air, however you are restricted by your own internal volume. While you are able to store them indefinitely you will have to make some space if you wish to add other things.

You try to combine the essence of Water and Air but somehow all you manage to conjure are burps.

>>41278

Investigating the craft you notice that it could not have been operated with wooden sticks as most of the Batum vessels were. However they had no justification to be this far in the forest, most likely having been dragged here by whomever operated them. Climbing inside you noticed that while the belly was round the ships themselves were quite flat.

You try to skim a few more stones but fail miserably even without the waves. Sometimes you wonder if its just everybody else who's getting lucky.

Mostly wood and food are being exchanged, sometimes animals, though generally the wood seems to be the least important resource as it can be easily obtained when compared to farming goods.

>Skills:

+ [Shipbuilding] (Natural)

+ [Stone Skipping] (Amateur)

+ [Trading] (Natural)

>>41284

You find three people willing and able and bestow your sign upon them. Then ordering them to spread your religion, splitting the Suban Tribes into three equal sections ordering one of each to control conversion there. They get to work.

Then you decide it would be time to spread your holy seed. Naturally none dare approach you but you know they want you regardless so you take the prettiest women you can find for yourself. Thanks to your fruitfullness and stamina you impregnate three of them.

(Remind me about the Women in 3 turns)

>Chosen:

+ 3 Cardinals (you can name/title them however you want)

>>41328

The Women you surround yourself with tolerate Drekar because you seem to be on good terms with him. But none of them really seem to accept him as a diety as they simply don't see what would make him divine. Perhaps to fix this attitude Drekar has named religious representatives to spread belief in his godlyhood throughout the Suban Tribes.

Women pile up to become named your priestesses, you struggle to find one more devoted than the others as they are all fanatically devoted to you. Finally you settle for the one who has been with you the longest.

The Priestesses seek to immitate your behavior and the children certainly seem to appreciate it. In fact they start to teach their own children alongside yours, because, why would they not?

>Other (add to existing):

+ 20 Children

>Religious Authority:

+ 1 High Priestess

+ 9 Motherly Priestesses

Rolled 30, 95, 99 = 224 (3d100)

>Name: Verdantine, Lord of Nature

>Fluff: Verdantine is a vessel imbued with the forces of nature by a god upset with humanity's treatment of the earth. His goal is to punish civilizations that do not treat nature with the respect it deserves.

>Word of Power: Nature

>Abilities: [The Wrath of Nature] - You may cast a mark upon any mortal, any animal will be hostile towards them. Dogs, cows, birds and bees. They will all seek to harm the individual. These marks can be given and taken at your leisure.

>Skills:

Animal Taming (Professional)

Wood carving (Amateur)

>Other:

Holy Grove

Half-finished Bow

>Companions:

A Girl

1. Continue working on the bow, imbuing the energy of my word into it.

2. Continue drawing in followers, perhaps from lands outside of Suba's influence as well as Subans not under these gods' corrupting influence. If these people choose to worship their "gods" and continue desecrating nature I may have to take action….but not yet, let's see how this goes.

3. Practice with my power to extend its range and train my animal army as well.

Rolled 97, 73, 89 = 259 (3d100)

>>41336

>Name: The Pig

>Fluff: The creature formed from the cries of rage and despair of every dead pig, it slowly rose through the bodies, It looked at humanity and the word echoed through its mind

>Word of Power: Butcher

>Abilities: [Werehogs]

You may turn pigs into Werehogs, at your will they will turn into pigmen and wreak havoc wherever they may be. Furthermore you may turn any mortal you touch into a pig. If you so wish with a touch you may turn them back into humans, Werehogs cannot be reverted into human form. Werehogs will not attack you but have only very basic intellect and will struggle with more complex orders. You may also take the form of a normal pig.

>Other

Action 1: Enter local village, and attempt to touch everyone atleast once

Action 2: After atleast half of the people there have been touched set fire to the village,

Action 3: Convert everyone into pigmen

>>41346

Change Action 3 to drawing more animals to the forests surrounding Suba because apparently inanimate objects can't be marked

Rolled 91, 89, 30 = 210 (3d100)

>>41337

>Name:

Robert

>Fluff:

Robert, a young man of 18 years, was born and raised within his tribe. He has lived a simple life with his parents and friends. He has enjoyed good times as well as pushed through hard times.

>Word of Power:

Hero

>Abilities:

+ [A Hero's Sacrifice]

You are one of the if not the Greatest Warrior this world has ever seen. Humans are but lambs to the slaughter even if they go up against you in large numbers. You are tireless, strong and fast. Ilness and poison, as well as pointy metals and fires have only little affect on you. If in combat with another Character you may choose to give your own life in order to kill them as well, removing you both from the game. You may also use this ability to save someone's life instead.

>Skill:

+ [Spear] (Prodigy)

+ Carving (Natural)

>Other:

+ [Spear]

+ [Shield of the Comet Tree]

—————————-

1. Since my mother doesn't want me to do any thing a man wouldn't do. I ask her to make me a cloak, preferably dark green.

2. After (hopefully) getting my cloak I venture into the tribe to catch up with my friends, and while I am at it try and catch up with recent events in the tribe. Due to living so far away we seem to sometimes miss out on things but we are still very much members of the Suba.

3. I check on the people of the village to see if they are in need of my help, ever since I was a young boy I was always eager to be of use.

Rolled 8, 80, 75 = 163 (3d100)

>>41338

>Name: Ontaru

>Fluff: Ontaru is a young man from the lands of Ibiz. Born to a farmer and raised a farmer he is a farmer.

>Word of Power: Rain

>Abilities: [A Weeping Tale]

You can make it rain as long as you please. You may also prevent rain if you so wish. Rain always has to come from somewhere and go somewhere however. Under the right conditions it will snow. If you so wish this rain can have minor healing properties, preventing infection and (very) slowly mending wounds. This also makes you an incredible storyteller and people love to hear the tales you have to share. While it is easy for you to calm people down this way, they also tend to have a saddening effect on them.

>Skills: [Harp] (Fairly Decent)

>Other: Ibizan Family Farm

1&2. In the capital continue to sing and tell stories to entertain and allow for places to sleep and food. Try some happier stories this time.

3. As well keep an ear out for rumors and news, especially about the godking.

Rolled 6, 77, 12 = 95 (3d100)

>>41339

Name: Drekar

Word of power: Claim

Title:

[God of the Suba](The masculine divinity)

Location: Suba.

Ability: +[The Chosen]

You can bless people with your sign, claiming them as your own. They will follow your commands to the best of their abilities. Those with your mark will live longer, be stronger and healthier, however the more bear the mark the more its effects are watered down.

Chosen: 23

10 Suban Personal Guard (Holy guardians)

10 High Suban Chieftains

3 High patriarchs (high priests)

3 girls preggers, remind in 3(2?) turns.

1-2) It was not my intention to make anyone feel pressured. Make sure the girls and their families are well taken care of and make sure all non-pregnant girls know they are free to leave.

The pregnant girls get the choice to recieve the blessing if they'd like to and live their long lives as my concubines. Otherwise they will set up in comfort nearby to raise the children into high positions.

3) Encourage people to be fair with eachother. A man does not cheat another man. And for the men to show the good sides of masculinity and not mistreat their wives.

Rolled 46, 26, 88 = 160 (3d100)

>>41339

>Name: Mithra

>Word of Power: Mistress

>Abilities: + [The Matriarch]

Mother of all you know the hopes and wishes of any mortal Woman. They aspire to be like you and will do anything to see you pleased with them. Touching one's belly you have the ability to give and take children and fertility at your very whim. Naturally all children flock to you.

>Other:

+ 70 Children

>Title:

+ [Goddess of the Suba]

>Religious Authority:

+ 1 High Priestess

+ 9 Motherly Priestesses

1.2. My children require a home, large enough to house those who would come to see me, if necessary it could also function as a temple, but first and foremost is taking care of My Children

3. Hear out those women who have been unable to have a child with their lovers, and grant them the fertility to do so.

>>41357

on action 3, that is if they wish to have the fertility to do so.

Rolled 43, 90, 15 = 148 (3d100)

>>41337

Name: The Trumpeter

Word of Power: Fall

Abilities: [Song of Collapse] - Song damages living things, repels projectiles, and utterly annihilates buildings.

Skills: Trumpet (Improvable), Knife (Natural)

Other: Knife, 4 Fish, Bag, Spare Clothes

1. How unfortunate that this woman would interrupt my playing. But this is a good opportunity. The fiercest of my opponents shall be human beings, willful things of flesh and blood. Now is a prime chance to understand how to properly kill a human being.

Slaughter the woman with my knife to see what parts of a human being are easiest to harm.

2. I shall continue to play my trumpet, hour after hour, until the human ear quivers in eagerness and not pain. I am dauntless in this task. I have, after all, so much time…

3. I shall attempt to make use of what I have learned. Human beings are quite often found on roads, waiting for the unwary and the weak, whereupon they fall upon them with arrows and blades and take from their bodies as they wish. I shall hone my skill on these hunters-turned-prey, playing for them a dirge upon my trumpet to dull their senses before gliding in to slit throats, cut bellies, and puncture eyes.

Rolled 74, 10, 65 = 149 (3d100)

Name: Iros

Word of Power: Alchemy

Abilities: Iros Mortar

Other:

1.Start combining elements inside of me to see what they produce

2. make a equivalent exchange focus

3. Using the combined elements shape an object internally like a sword using the metal element and cough it up for personal use.

Rolled 76, 21, 26 = 123 (3d100)

>>41338

>Name: Maharib Eazim

>Word of Power: Chariot

>Abilities: +[Bringer of Sun and Stars]

>Other:

>Titles: +[Godking of Ibiz]

1. The stars changing was a sign that the other gods are coming. Remember to treat them well but stay cautious

2&3 relax in my big beautiful palace

>>41351

You try your way around some happier stories, you aren't quite as good at them and people aren't quite as captivated as they lack the dramatic flair of a sad one, but you learn a few important lessons regardless. The people begin the grow accustomed to you and call you "The Storyteller".

It would appear that one of the Godkings priestesses is with Child while somewhere in the West a village was burned down in what appears to have been some sort of raid by monsters.

>Title:

+ [The Storyteller] (Ibizan Capital)

>Skills:

+ [Storytelling] (Master)

>>41352

At first they don't believe you, then some of them pull on your head. They aren't sure what to do, but then again they aren't sure if anything needs to be done. In the end they just decide to proceed exactly the same way they have until now.

You gather a bunch of people to help you out helping people out. The Selu have much appreciation for helping one another already so while inclined to join your little group they don't quite understand why they would need it.

Setting stone upon stone you build a totem where you presume the center of town to be. The Selu are interested in the object and after some consideration begin to paint the stones with various colours.

>Es Helpers:

+ 4 Selus

>>41353

The optionality comes a little late for those already pregnant, however you make sure they are cared for on the orders of your Chosen Chieftains. One of them decides that she wants nothing to do with you and instead leaves you to be cared for by another. The other two accept your blessing and grow more powerful.

While men feel cheated by you interfering in your lives in such a manner your Chosen are quick to execute your orders, refusing to cheat any other men, as well as seizing to mistreat their wives had they done so before.

>Chosen:

+ 2 Concubines

>>41357

The women you have get to work, however as it turns out none of them have any skills regarding the construction of buildings. Eventually they organize some men to build you a modest building able to serve little more than provide a cramped sleep environment for your 70 Children.

Listening to the issues of those who seek your help you decide to bless those of little fertility with children. Hearing about this many come for your aid, soon a great wave of children would be born. The Subans in anticipation renamed the Zodiac of this time "the Mithra" in your honor.

A woman approaches you. She says she is with child from a man she did not want, begging you to release her from her suffering. You notice immediately that this child however is not of mortal blood and are unsure whether you could "remove" the child even if you tried to.

>Other:

+ [Large Modest Hall]

>>41359

You continue your training with decent though not particularly impressive results.

Seeing as you are expected to pay for pretty much all of your stuff yourself you end up using your pay to get some animal hide for yourself and manage to craft yourself some crude armor.

>Inventory:

+ [Crude Leather Armor]

>Skills:

+ [Swords] (Somewhat Trained)

+ [Leatherwork] (Basic)

>>41360

You cut apart the woman and notice which parts are soft and which are hard to stab through. She yells, begs, cries and curses until eventually she seizes altogether. While understanding things about basic human anatomy perhaps slaying a blinded woman didn't do wonders for your knife handling.

It did however seem to vastly improve your trumpet playing. You make great strides actually managing to produce notes reliably.

You attempt to get mugged and fail. Quite frankly you are approached by a number of people, mostly asking whether you required directions or aid in form of a place to stay or some food and water.

>Skills:

+ [Trumpet] (Trained)

>>41362

You begin combining the elements you currently contained. The large amounts of water and air you contain and extract elemental force from seem to combine into a volatile mix that seeks to escape you and find their place among the sky. Given time it will most likely revert to its old elemental basis.

To test your abilities you recreate the ring and swallow it up again, it seems more crude this time around, however in its basic form it is almost identical to the original. You are able to produce and cough up sand figures of people, though in mouth sized parts. Still facial features seem to elude your ability to manipulate the materials.

>Other:

+ Crude Golden Ring

+ Sand Statuettes

>>41398

You tell the people that other gods are bound to arrive.

You proceed trying to relax, however as it turns out someone or something has laid waste to a village in the far west of the Ibizan lands. The locals who managed to flee claim they were attacked by monsters and you fail to relax completely.

Rolled 12, 5, 3 = 20 (3d100)

>>41402

>>Name:

>Robert

>>Fluff:

>Robert, a young man of 18 years, was born and raised within his tribe. He has lived a simple life with his parents and friends. He has enjoyed good times as well as pushed through hard times.

>>Word of Power:

>Hero

>>Abilities:

>+ [A Hero's Sacrifice]

>You are one of the if not the Greatest Warrior this world has ever seen. Humans are but lambs to the slaughter even if they go up against you in large numbers. You are tireless, strong and fast. Ilness and poison, as well as pointy metals and fires have only little affect on you. If in combat with another Character you may choose to give your own life in order to kill them as well, removing you both from the game. You may also use this ability to save someone's life instead.

>>Skill:

>+ [Spear] (Prodigy)

>+ [Carving] (Natural)

>+ [Farming] (Amateur)

>>Other:

>+ [Spear]

>+ [Shield of the Comet Tree]

>+ [Masterful Cloak]

—————————-

1. I am worried by these so called god-figures, begin to investigate further into this, perhaps converse with those who appear to be convinced that they are truly gods.

2-3. Although skilled with a spear I wish to expand my range of expertise and so look for another weapon. A sword seems to be a good choice. If I manage to get my hands on a sword I will send an invitation to some of my friends to join me in some training. Something feels off about the Suba at the moment and it wouldn't hurt to have the men prepared for anything.

Rolled 76, 41, 26 = 143 (3d100)

>>41402

>Name: The Pig

>Fluff: The creature formed from the cries of rage and despair of every dead pig, it slowly rose through the bodies, It looked at humanity and the word echoed through its mind

>Word of Power: Butcher

>Abilities: [Werehogs]

You may turn pigs into Werehogs, at your will they will turn into pigmen and wreak havoc wherever they may be. Furthermore you may turn any mortal you touch into a pig. If you so wish with a touch you may turn them back into humans, Werehogs cannot be reverted into human form. Werehogs will not attack you but have only very basic intellect and will struggle with more complex orders. You may also take the form of a normal pig.

>Other

Action 1: Split the pigmen in half, send one half towards other villiages, let them be independent see if they can grow.

Action 2: take the other group with me to the next village, have them wait outside

Action 3: At night time sneak into each building and convert everyone into pigmen, if i get discovered do what i did to the last village

Rolled 69, 48, 9 = 126 (3d100)

>>41403

>Name: Ontaru

>Fluff: Ontaru is a young man from the lands of Ibiz. Born to a farmer and raised a farmer he is a farmer.

>Word of Power: Rain

>Abilities: [A Weeping Tale]

You can make it rain as long as you please. You may also prevent rain if you so wish. Rain always has to come from somewhere and go somewhere however. Under the right conditions it will snow. If you so wish this rain can have minor healing properties, preventing infection and (very) slowly mending wounds. This also makes you an incredible storyteller and people love to hear the tales you have to share. While it is easy for you to calm people down this way, they also tend to have a saddening effect on them.

>Skills: [Harp] (Fairly Decent)

[Storytelling] (Master)

>Titles: [The Storyteller] (Ibizan Capital)

>Other: Ibizan Family Farm

1. Talk to one of the survivors about the monster attack to get details.

2&3. Then sing a sad and scary story about the attack and the monsters behind it. How they attacked without mercy and might be coming this way. Make it drizzle with healing properties over the city.

Rolled 79, 93, 29 = 201 (3d100)

>>41404

Name: Drekar

Word of power: Claim

Title:

[God of the Suba](The masculine divinity)

Location: Suba.

Ability: +[The Chosen]

You can bless people with your sign, claiming them as your own. They will follow your commands to the best of their abilities. Those with your mark will live longer, be stronger and healthier, however the more bear the mark the more its effects are watered down.

Chosen: 25

10 Suban Personal Guard (Holy guardians)

10 High Suban Chieftains

3 High patriarchs (high priests)

2 Concubines

3 girls preggers, remind in 2(1?) turns.

1-2) Meditate on the connections I have to my chosen

3) Encourage the Chosen to be more liberal with showing off their improvements from the blessings (old chieftains suddenly being spry and lifting heavy as fuck things and in general being Übermench,) Having them let people know it's due to my blessing

Rolled 13, 85, 46 = 144 (3d100)

>>41403

>Name: Mithra

>Word of Power: Mistress

>Abilities: + [The Matriarch]

Mother of all you know the hopes and wishes of any mortal Woman. They aspire to be like you and will do anything to see you pleased with them. Touching one's belly you have the ability to give and take children and fertility at your very whim. Naturally all children flock to you.

>Other:

+ 70 Children

+[Large Modest Hall]

>Title:

+ [Goddess of the Suba]

>Religious Authority:

+ 1 High Priestess

+ 9 Motherly Priestesses

1. I do not enjoy the idea of taking a child away from the world, instead ask the woman if she would like to stay within the hall and once the child has been born give it up to me and I shall care for it.

2. If she does accept my proposal

Then she shall be cared for as will any expectant mother who wishes to reside within my hall

Else If it is the sire of the child she has issues with not the bringing the child to term

Then offer to instead remove the child she is currently carrying and instead give her a child that would be wholly her own

Else Remove the Child she's currently carrying.

3. Regardless of what happens offer the Hall to any expectant mothers who wish to be cared for, or for those unable to properly care for their children to receive the aid to do so.

Rolled 75, 2, 77 = 154 (3d100)

>>41404

Name: The Trumpeter

Word of Power: Fall

Abilities: [Song of Collapse] - Song damages living things, repels projectiles, and utterly annihilates buildings.

Skills: Trumpet (Trained), Knife (Natural)

Other: Knife, 4 Fish, Bag, Spare Clothes

1/2. Now I have advanced the playing of my trumpet. Now I shall begin the process of subverting human beings, but to do so, I must further hone my innate skill of the Word.

I shall learn how to play music that sounds wondrous to the ears while instilling the seeds of doubt and failure within the hearts of mortals that listen.

3. I shall trade with these people my fish in return for coin.

Rolled 45, 41, 37 = 123 (3d100)

Name: Iros

Word of Power: Alchemy

Abilities: Iros Mortar

Other: Crude Golden Ring, Sand Statuettes

Alchemical Knowledge: [Gold Cap] Grants: Air, Fire, 3xMetal, Order | Requires: 3x Air, 3x Fire, 3x Order

1. train under the local blacksmith to see how one normally purifies the elements and shapes things. Once I learn this I will purify his ores for him as payment

2. Perhaps I simply lack the imagination and skill required to create detailed things like faces. I should see how the potter/sculptor makes his art to see if I can use this knowledge for my power.

3. I am unsure if I can weave things together and make things like rope inside of me. I shall learn the process of weaving to replicate what is done.

Rolled 88, 40, 34 = 162 (3d100)

>>41404

>Name: Maharib Eazim

>Word of Power: Chariot

>Abilities: +[Bringer of Sun and Stars]

>Other:

>Titles: +[Godking of Ibiz]

1-3. Send an army to deal with the monsters

>>41408

You keep training.

You purchase a wooden Shield with some of your pay.

You are called up for service and move West with the Ibizan army. Naturally you follow this call to arms. You move through several villages until you reach your final destination. What you see is bunch of horrific creatures neither pig nor man. They feast on the corpses of the dead. Many men recede in terror but as you step forward they are filled with determination. Swiftly the army engages and cuts down the creatures, the village now a ghost town.

>Choice:

- Bury the families with their goods

or

- Take whatever you can find, they won't need it now

>Other:

+ [Wooden Shield]

>Skills:

[Swords](Trained)

>>41428

Your expedition manages to come up discovering a new tribe of people the Selu were unaware of until now, they are quite extraordinarily close. They are however spooked by the Skull Headed One and don't appreciate your as they claim "creepy" looks. The Selu in turn don't appreciate them not appreciating your looks. There are some tensions, but nobody has done anything yet.

On your way you pass one of the totems you set up. Pointing around a bit you make sure they understand which parts need to be hovering in order to make sure the totem is working. While certainly impressed they're uncertain what it even does.

>>41433

Half of the Werepigs leave in the directions you point them. They do not return and you have no idea what they are doing or whether they even arrived at their targets.

You try to sneak into places at nighttime, however people were already anticipating something understandably anxious. When they see you they suspect nothing at first, however as you start turning the first guards into pigs they start sounding the alarm. Many flee, but in the end your pigs prevail once more.

Far away the sounds of battle reach your ears. It appears someone has decided to take on your pigmen in a village not too far away.

>Pigmen: (new total)

+ 30 Pigmen

>>41437

After locating somebody who actually knew what happened and wasn't just retelling the story you talk to the person in question. Apparently horrendous creatures half pig half human attacked the village and started killing people feasting on their bodies. He had no idea where they came from and had never seen anything like it.

Your story sells well, however the guy you talked to hears it and seems irritated that you would take the tragic story of his village and just sell it like you would some old fairytale. Too soon.

People put out pots to collect the rain.

>>41438

You meditate on the connection you have to your Chosen. They seem strong and in good health. It will be years until their lives fade out of existance. Their families are the first devoted followers of your faith as they strive to make their children as god fearing as they are themselves. Meanwhile your Patriarchs try to spread the word amongst the common folk with mixed results.

You encourage your Chosen to show off. The High Chiefs show a certain taste for splendor while your bodyguards take to striking poses and flexing. They then proceed to brag about how they have the things they have because they are favored by their god.

>>41405

Most men seem to be rather indifferent towards the new perspectives, with some of them taking offense in Drekar meddling with their personal affair. He demanded that all men treat all other men fairly and not mistreat their women. How to treat your woman was your business after all! Most women however were adamant that something about Mithra was godly and that her being a god wasn't too far fetched. After all she was the wisest and knew just about everything. Then some High Patriarch shows up and shows off his pecs to show everyone how cool and tough his god made him.

You then drum up some of your old buddies, naturally as everyone you knew was a farmer nobody had such a specific weapon of war that served no purpose. You call some friends to "prepare for the worst" and proceed to beat them up with the blunt end of your stick. They all think you're an asshole now.

>>41458

The Woman seems majorly distraught at the idea of going through the process of giving birth just to give up the child. A reaction which you have not received from any woman in a while.

You make a number of offers and while she does seem to like the idea of a child wholly her own as it turns out something about this child is different as it seems to resist your powers. However having reconsidered after your repeated attempts to convince her to give the child a chance to live she decides to have the child and raise it on her own regardless.

Lending a hand in the birth of many Suban children and ensuring their survival in the critical time after birth you gain great favor not only with Suban women but also the childrens' fathers begin to show some appreciation for the work you've done. Many of the Subans adapt a universal sign for Mithra, a V shape holding a Circle, a sign of womanhood and fertility combined with a sign of perfection and protection.

>>41507

You continue to train though advancing your knowledge through trial and error becomes more difficult. While those fishers you play your sounds to do seem to be pleased with the notes it rather seems to raise their spirits than incite doubt or failiure.

The Arami do not deal in metal coins, however recently people have taken a liking to Amber. Some kind of stone brought in from the forests far north it is light, round and as far as the Arami are concerned, impossible to fake. The fact that its stone like and can't go bad makes it attractive for transactions.

>Offer:

1 Amber per 2 Fish (you can accept or decline as a free action)

>>41510

People are naturally suspicious of you, however the local blacksmith supposes he could let you lend a hand. Ores were exceptionally rare in Arami lands and they usually received their already purified ores from the Ibizans however at your express request he showed you how to purify ores by heating them up. In return you heated up the rest of the ores for him after breaking them down into a swallowable size.

The local potter makes his pots out of clay. You look at him making a few pots and then burning them. While it doesn't help you with shaping things inside of you, you do feel confident that you could shape some faces with your hands, albeit they may not look all too accurate either.

It takes you a while to swallow sufficient amounts of hemp but in the end you choke up a rope.

>Skills:

+ [Smithing] (Basic)

+ [Pottery] (Basic)

>Other:

+ [Rope]

>>41554

You send your mighty armies to destroy the threat. Soon word of their success reaches you. Apparently the stories were true and weird pig men monstrosities had been eating the locals.

>>41583

More than any mortal man you are a Vessel, shaped by the Gods you rise above those who wither away and die, forgotten, never remembered. Your very essence is filled with one word, a word whispered to you by the Gods themselves and as you fight the drums of war beat to its supernatural rhythm.

>Choose One:(Goes into abilities)

+ [Honorbound]

You are a great warrior and a man of Honor at that. You must never breach your Code of Honor and all men will act honorably towards you, people will not lie to you, though they may choose not to speak, in the same way that you may not lie. None will attempt to poison or assassinate you in a dishonest way and instead consider your challenges wisely though they may refuse should they consider their prospects of success as too low.

+ [The Wall]

You are a great warrior, in your hand any shield magnifies its usefullness beyond imagination. Blocking blows and projectiles which defy common logic you can block even the most hazardous of attacks. Given time the shields you utilize will deteriorate and break however you will be able to simply pick another. Allies close to you will grow in resilience and prove more apt utilizing their own shields.

+[A Man's Word]

Any claim made in your presence will see the mortal who made it strive to fulfill it to his fullest. They will gain the feeling of an overwhelming force pushing them to make good on their word that will not leave them until their word is kept and which will break their spirit entirely should they somehow decide to go against it. Furthermore you are a great warrior.

Rolled 96, 84, 84 = 264 (3d100)

>>41811

>>>Name: Arai Poeq

>>>>Fluff: Arai spent the first 10 years of his life without touching land. Born to a small island tribe his family was punished by the tribes elder due to a crime of his fathers and were cast out to live upon a simple boat a short distance away from shore. People from the village would swim out to them for supplies but they were not allowed to touch land. Arai was born on this boat. And when his families sentence finally ended he found that he did not like the feel of solid ground beneath his feet. Arai is a man now and what started as a punishment and a prison is now his way of life. He dreams of sailing across the world and see the beauty of the ocean all over. He takes a simple boat and is sailing from island to island living his life in accordance with the waves.

>>>>Word of Power: Wave

>>>>Abilities:+ [Fury of Arai]

>>>Near any body of Water you may summon forth massive waves, these gain in size the closer you are to the Araian Sea where they will take the form of Tsunamis laying waste to anything but you. You can also cause smaller waves in smaller bodies of water and control currents.

>>>Other: [Family Boat], 4x [Fish]

>>Skill: Fishing Professional, + [Star Orientation] (Experienced)[Singing] (Amateur)[Storytelling] (Amateur)

>Other:

+ Crude Stone Spear

>Skills:

+ [Singing] (Bad)

+ [Crafting] (Amateur)

1: Arai is shocked to hear of these tales of monsters. "Do not be afraid, I shall route out these beasts and cleanse the land of their corruption!" Arai then begins to make way to the village he leaves his boat docked in the town and rides to rive to the village.

2-3:Along the way he practices with his spear dancing across the waves with combat patterns as smooth and fluid as water.

Rolled 24, 92, 79 = 195 (3d100)

>>41813

>Name: Ontaru

>Fluff: Ontaru is a young man from the lands of Ibiz. Born to a farmer and raised a farmer he is a farmer.

>Word of Power: Rain

>Abilities: [A Weeping Tale]

You can make it rain as long as you please. You may also prevent rain if you so wish. Rain always has to come from somewhere and go somewhere however. Under the right conditions it will snow. If you so wish this rain can have minor healing properties, preventing infection and (very) slowly mending wounds. This also makes you an incredible storyteller and people love to hear the tales you have to share. While it is easy for you to calm people down this way, they also tend to have a saddening effect on them.

>Skills: [Harp] (Fairly Decent)

[Storytelling] (Master)

>Titles: [The Storyteller] (Ibizan Capital)

>Other: Ibizan Family Farm

1. Listen to rumors

2&3. Change the tone of the story telling to one of true facts and not something whimsical that couldn't happen.

Rolled 85, 59, 74 = 218 (3d100)

>>41815

>Name: Maharib Eazim

>Word of Power: Chariot

>Abilities: +[Bringer of Sun and Stars]

>Other:

>Titles: +[Godking of Ibiz]

1. We should praise the armies that have saved the villages

2. Shake the hand of the leader of the great army. Keep all my security close by though, don't want the sun to die

3. Bring in the best midwives of the realms. I want the birth of my first child to be as comfortable as possible for the virgin

Rolled 77, 63, 21 = 161 (3d100)

>>41813

>>Name:

>Robert

>>Fluff:

>Robert, a young man of 18 years, was born and raised within his tribe. He has lived a simple life with his parents and friends. He has enjoyed good times as well as pushed through hard times.

>>Word of Power:

>Hero

>>Abilities:

>+ [A Hero's Sacrifice]

>You are one of the if not the Greatest Warrior this world has ever seen. Humans are but lambs to the slaughter even if they go up against you in large numbers. You are tireless, strong and fast. Ilness and poison, as well as pointy metals and fires have only little affect on you. If in combat with another Character you may choose to give your own life in order to kill them as well, removing you both from the game. You may also use this ability to save someone's life instead.

>>Skill:

>+ [Spear] (Prodigy)

>+ [Carving] (Natural)

>+ [Farming] (Amateur)

>>Other:

>+ [Spear]

>+ [Shield of the Comet Tree]

>+ [Masterful Cloak]

——————-

1. Apologise to my friends, I did not mean to harm or offend them, I was trying to be helpful and I failed.

2. Continue my sword training, I must be versatile and flexible in battle.

3. Help the Suba with hunting and farming, perhaps they will forgive me if I take some of the workload off their back.

Rolled 99, 21, 70 = 190 (3d100)

>>41814

Name: Drekar

Word of power: Claim

Title:

[God of the Suba](The masculine divinity)

Location: Suba.

Ability: +[The Chosen]

You can bless people with your sign, claiming them as your own. They will follow your commands to the best of their abilities. Those with your mark will live longer, be stronger and healthier, however the more bear the mark the more its effects are watered down.

Chosen: 25

10 Suban Personal Guard (Holy guardians)

10 High Suban Chieftains

3 High patriarchs (high priests)

2 Concubines

3 girls preggers, BIRTHING TIME!

1) Found the faith militants. A force of volunteer believers in good who will be trained under the tutelage of the Chosen to defend the faith and Suba.

2-3) make sure my babies get the most loving care and best midwives as possible! And ask Mithra to help out as well. I'm gonna be there and I'm gonna love them and my babies are going to be perfect.

Rolled 21, 35, 5 = 61 (3d100)

>>41812

Name: The Pig

Fluff: The creature formed from the cries of rage and despair of every dead pig, it slowly rose through the bodies, It looked at humanity and the word echoed through its mind

Word of Power: Butcher

Abilities: [Werehogs]

You may turn pigs into Werehogs, at your will they will turn into pigmen and wreak havoc wherever they may be. Furthermore you may turn any mortal you touch into a pig. If you so wish with a touch you may turn them back into humans, Werehogs cannot be reverted into human form. Werehogs will not attack you but have only very basic intellect and will struggle with more complex orders. You may also take the form of a normal pig.

Other

Action 1-3: Keep attacking and converting villages and farms, try to target areas with lots of pigs

Rolled 87, 71, 84 = 242 (3d100)

>>41814

>Name: Mithra

>Word of Power: Mistress

>Abilities: + [The Matriarch]

Mother of all you know the hopes and wishes of any mortal Woman. They aspire to be like you and will do anything to see you pleased with them. Touching one's belly you have the ability to give and take children and fertility at your very whim. Naturally all children flock to you.

>Other:

+ 70 Children

+[Large Modest Hall]

>Title:

+ [Goddess of the Suba]

>Religious Authority:

+ 1 High Priestess

+ 9 Motherly Priestesses

1. Ease the birth of all women

2. If the woman who came to me for help wishes it she may stay and raise the child in the care of the Temple, and we shall protect her and the child from whoever may desire to come for it. and extend the offer to any woman who fears for her own or her child's life or safety.

3. in order to properly defend the safety of the women and children we need a guard force. Since this is a temple for the care of women and children, let us use women who wish to defend the others instead of men.

Rolled 91, 48, 22 = 161 (3d100)

>>41812

>Name: Lucius Augustus Aurelius

>Word of Power: Pietas

>Abilities:

[Beacon of Sainthood]

Allies close to you become overwhelmed with Duty and fight to the Death, they are filled with Holy Strength and Endurance an inspiring sight for their fellow soldiers. These effects grow weaker the further they are away from you. All friendly units within sight range receive a substantial morale boost if you are on the battlefield. Furthermore you gain the ability to deflect an otherwise lethal attack by a mortal on a friendly unit onto yourself, which will cause moderate harm to you. You may redirect an attack no matter its strength and origin onto yourself, negating any effect to surroundings and allies, this will however claim your own life, removing you from the game.

>Skills:

[Swords](Trained)

[Leatherwork](Basic)

>Other:

[Bronze Sword]

[Crude Leather Armor]

[Wooden Shield]

1; Say some words for the dead families

2-3; Continue fighting the Pigmen, train my swordsmanship

>- Bury the families with their goods

Rolled 99, 61, 76 = 236 (3d100)

Name: Iros

Word of Power: Alchemy

Abilities: Iros Mortar

Other: Crude Golden Ring, Sand Statuettes, Rope

Alchemical Knowledge: [Gold Cap] Grants: Air, Fire, 3xMetal, Order | Requires: 3x Air, 3x Fire, 3x Order

>Skills:

[Smithing] (Basic)

[Pottery] (Basic)

"because I can only bring things to a pure state and have limited capacity for internal shaping I shall endeavor to learn to all crafts to utilize my talents to the fullest"

1. Work on smithing

2. Work on Pottery

3. on the beach try utilizing my abilities for offensive purposes. Like spewing raw elements forth in different forms to see their effects.

>Name:Mortem

>Word of Power:Requiem

>Abilities:

>Other:

Fluff: Thin and with overly elongated limbs. Mortem has since time immemorial cared for the dead and dying of the large village he inhabits of the Ibiz lands. Little is known of him other than he gets happier when it snows and watching falling snow is one of the few times he has been seen to smile. The villagers regularly gather to listen as he sings his song of the dead one of the few comforts for those who grieve.

>>41816

You head towards the Western Ibizan Villages. A few days ago the Ibizan army cut down a great number of them, clearing a village of their presence. You arrive to the sound of battle, from the looks of some soldiers who had remained in the villages closeby are fighting. Quickly you join the fray plunging your spear into one of the weird pig creatures. It goes down squeeling. You see one of the soldiers being slapped by a man, twisting in pain he falls to the ground, turning into a pigman. Some yells emerge and more soldiers begin to flood the street. The man legs it and you swiftly dispose of the pigmen.

>Skills:

+ [Spear] (Experienced Natural)

>>41817

The big news of the day are the birth of a child to the Sungod of Ibiz and continued Pigmen attacks in the West. A large military parade is held in town.

People flock to listen to your believable stories about the heroic fight of the Ibizan army against the horrid Pigmen. A general of the Ibizan army pays you a generous sum for the depiction of the Ibizan military and less well presented versions of your story are starting to be told among the Ibizans.

>Other:

+ Generous Sum

>Skills:

+ [Storytelling] (Legend)

>>41819

You praise the victorious armies upon their return. Some of them remained and you are already receiving word that there are more attacking Western villages. People say there was a man amongst them, ordering them around.

People seem to greatly appreciate the celebrations of the army and the soldiery becomes even more esteemed amongst the population. You shake the hand of the High General, one of the former Godking's younger brothers, still he is a man of greying hair. He insists you let him return to find and root out Pigmen wherever they may be hiding.

Your woman gives birth to a healthy baby boy. During the first night his crib catches fire, you attempt to change the child, however there is nothing anyone can do. While the crib burns to a crisp the child remains, itself having become fire. All night you ponder, however with the coming of day as sunlight touches it the flame extinguishes and the child becomes human once more.

>Children: (Name em)

1x Night Son

>>41822

You apologize to your friends, people still think you're kind of an asshole for beating them up, but they begrudgingly accept your apology, though you will have to do more to make up for it.

You keep training with your sword.

You offer to help out hunting, you fare well and most people assume you just did it to show off again. At least when you help them with farming they seem to be appreciating it.

>Skills:

+ [Spear] (Trained Prodigy)

>>41827

The is greatly advertised by the Chosen High Chieftains and the ranks quickly swell.

The two women which remained with you give birth. The first child is born, unnoticable it seems almost tranquil. Stretching its little fingers at you it shouts and smiles for its mother. The second one however seems to present much more of an issue. After hours of struggling finally the child sees the light of day. Its skin is as dark as the night, little horns don his forehead, bat like wins his back. They gave you two sons, still one of the concubines does not survive labor.

>Faith Militant:

+ 200 Twin-Suban Warriors

>Children:(Name em)

1x Son

1x Spooky Son

Rolled 19, 76, 96 = 191 (3d100)

>>41925

>Name: Ontaru

>Fluff: Ontaru is a young man from the lands of Ibiz. Born to a farmer and raised a farmer he is a farmer.

>Word of Power: Rain

>Abilities: [A Weeping Tale]

You can make it rain as long as you please. You may also prevent rain if you so wish. Rain always has to come from somewhere and go somewhere however. Under the right conditions it will snow. If you so wish this rain can have minor healing properties, preventing infection and (very) slowly mending wounds. This also makes you an incredible storyteller and people love to hear the tales you have to share. While it is easy for you to calm people down this way, they also tend to have a saddening effect on them.

>Skills: [Harp] (Fairly Decent)

[Storytelling] (Legend)

>Titles: [The Storyteller] (Ibizan Capital)

>Other: Ibizan Family Farm

+ Generous Sum

1&2. Roam around the city and keep an ear and eye out for stories and rumors. Especially ones dealing with the king's child.

3. Use this money to buy a nice home in the capital and some people to attend to it.

>>41924

Your are no mere man. You are a Vessel, shaped by the Gods themselves, you resonate with a single word, a single purpose. Your essence and very being. Souls long past fill your mind and as you articulate a word beyond comprehension the Hums of the Dead break the silence.

>Choose One: (Goes into abilities)

+ [Last Words]

You may speak to the dead and allow for others to speak to the dead through you. If you are kind to them they may do you favors, assisting in obtaining information otherwise unavailable. You gain bring death upon any mortal by speaking to them in the language of the Dead. It is a traumatic experience and they will die overnight, to bystanders it appears you are speaking normally to them. Furthermore you have centuries worth of practice when it comes to singing.

+ [One more Day]

With some preparation (and the required bodyparts) you may bring back to life any person (that has not explicitly been removed from the game) for one day at the end of which they will fall dead once again. You may chain this ability, however the effects never last longer than a day. When you die you may take over a corpse you have prepared for resurrection, it will slowly grow to look like your former self. Furthermore you have centuries of practice when it comes to singing.

+ [The Hollow Prince]

You may reanimate corpses and skeletons of deceased mortals by carving your mark into them. They will be kept alive through your power. They will obey your telepathic orders though they are only able to receive them not respond to them. Those reanimated loose all memory of their past lives and a vast majority of their skills. They will be unwavering and unquestioning in their service. Upon destruction or damaging of your mark the revenant will loose its power and become a pile of bones once more. Furthermore you have centuries of practice when it comes to singing.

Rolled 85, 70, 82 = 237 (3d100)

>>41925

>>Name:

>Robert

>>Fluff:

>Robert, a young man of 18 years, was born and raised within his tribe. He has lived a simple life with his parents and friends. He has enjoyed good times as well as pushed through hard times.

>>Word of Power:

>Hero

>>Abilities:

>+ [A Hero's Sacrifice]

>You are one of the if not the Greatest Warrior this world has ever seen. Humans are but lambs to the slaughter even if they go up against you in large numbers. You are tireless, strong and fast. Ilness and poison, as well as pointy metals and fires have only little affect on you. If in combat with another Character you may choose to give your own life in order to kill them as well, removing you both from the game. You may also use this ability to save someone's life instead.

>>Skill:

>+ [Spear] (Trained Prodigy)

>+ [Carving] (Natural)

>+ [Farming] (Amateur)

>>Other:

>+ [Spear]

>+ [Shield of the Comet Tree]

>+ [Masterful Cloak]

——————

1. Continue helping the village with farming, this could come in handy back home and my feelings are pretty hurt. People keep calling me an asshole and won't appreciate my help.

2. Continue to train with my sword and spear.

3. Gather the materials needed to craft a good bow. I need to start training my archery.

Rolled 78, 26, 17 = 121 (3d100)

>>41925

>>>>Fluff: Arai spent the first 10 years of his life without touching land. Born to a small island tribe his family was punished by the tribes elder due to a crime of his fathers and were cast out to live upon a simple boat a short distance away from shore. People from the village would swim out to them for supplies but they were not allowed to touch land. Arai was born on this boat. And when his families sentence finally ended he found that he did not like the feel of solid ground beneath his feet. Arai is a man now and what started as a punishment and a prison is now his way of life. He dreams of sailing across the world and see the beauty of the ocean all over. He takes a simple boat and is sailing from island to island living his life in accordance with the waves.

>>>>Word of Power: Wave

>>>>Abilities:+ [Fury of Arai]

>>>Near any body of Water you may summon forth massive waves, these gain in size the closer you are to the Araian Sea where they will take the form of Tsunamis laying waste to anything but you. You can also cause smaller waves in smaller bodies of water and control currents.

>>>Other: [Family Boat], 4x [Fish]

>>Skill: Fishing Professional, + [Star Orientation] (Experienced)[Singing] (Amateur)[Storytelling] (Amateur)

>Other:

+ Crude Stone Spear

>Skills:

+ [Singing] (Bad)

+ [Crafting] (Amateur)

[Spear] (Experienced Natural)

1: "These monsters are filth! If they can spread the way they do then people must be warned!" Arai returns to the river and sails back to the village in order to warn the people of the pig threat.

2-3: Whether or not the tribe heeds his warning Arai still feels a duty to the people. He approaches the shore of the sea of his namesake and begins to focus. He attempts to ask the sea to protect the village.

Rolled 81, 21, 65 = 167 (3d100)

>>41926

>Name: Mithra

>Word of Power: Mistress

>Abilities: + [The Matriarch]

Mother of all you know the hopes and wishes of any mortal Woman. They aspire to be like you and will do anything to see you pleased with them. Touching one's belly you have the ability to give and take children and fertility at your very whim. Naturally all children flock to you.

>Other:

+ 70 Children

+[Large Modest Hall]

>Title:

+ [Mother of the Suba]

>Religious Authority:

+ 1 High Priestess

+ 9 Motherly Priestesses

>Maternal Guard:

+ 150 Mithra-Suban Warrioresses

1. Assist in the care of the Earth Child, also discover what the mother wished to call them.

2.3. Watch the Maternal Guard train to become better fighters, hopefully some have some sort of experience and are willing to train them.

Rolled 84, 91, 100 = 275 (3d100)

>>41925

>Name: Maharib Eazim

>Word of Power: Chariot

>Abilities: +[Bringer of Sun and Stars]

>Other:

>Titles: +[Godking of Ibiz]

>Children: Allayl Alnaar

1. And with this child shall come a new star into the world. The night sky will, now and forever, have a new star which shall be named after my son, Allayl Alnaar, and burn brighter than any other star.

2. Host a great feast. Invite any and all influential people into my palace to celebrate the birth of their prince. They shall be treated to all the luxuries my kingdom has to offer such as grapes and more grapes. Gosh I love grapes.

3. Grant the High General his wish. He may go back and fight the pigmen. They shall be killed for what they did and plan on doing to my people. Slay them where they stand, men.

Rolled 50, 49, 91 = 190 (3d100)

>>41926

Name: The Pig

Fluff: The creature formed from the cries of rage and despair of every dead pig, it slowly rose through the bodies, It looked at humanity and the word echoed through its mind

Word of Power: Butcher

Abilities: [Werehogs]

You may turn pigs into Werehogs, at your will they will turn into pigmen and wreak havoc wherever they may be. Furthermore you may turn any mortal you touch into a pig. If you so wish with a touch you may turn them back into humans, Werehogs cannot be reverted into human form. Werehogs will not attack you but have only very basic intellect and will struggle with more complex orders. You may also take the form of a normal pig.

35 pigmen

Action 1: Spread out the pigs in groups of five, have them attack all villages in the nearby direction

Action 2-3: Claim a village but leave the women alive so i can create children (This is creepy tbqh)

Rolled 45, 40, 57 = 142 (3d100)

>>41928

>Name:Mortem

>Word of Power:Requiem

Fluff: Thin and with overly elongated limbs. Mortem has since time immemorial cared for the dead and dying of the large village he inhabits of the Ibiz lands. Little is known of him other than he gets happier when it snows and watching falling snow is one of the few times he has been seen to smile. The villagers regularly gather to listen as he sings his song of the dead one of the few comforts for those who grieve.

>Abilities:

>[Requiescat in pace] You gain the ability to harvest the power of the Dead. Those whose power you have harvested stay dead and cannot be brought back by any means or communicated with. You can utilize the harvested power to heal yourself or others. Furthermore you have centuries worth of practice when it comes to singing.

>Other:

1. The centuries turn but the job rarely changes. I must tend the crypt and absorb the energy.

2.3. It has been a while since new bodies have been sent to me. I must go the village center and listen to the people talk. Surely someone is soon to die, mortals always are. (listen to rumors)

Rolled 70, 94, 34 = 198 (3d100)

>>41926

Name: Drekar

Word of power: Claim

Title:

[God of the Suba](The masculine divinity)

Location: Suba.

Ability: +[The Chosen]

You can bless people with your sign, claiming them as your own. They will follow your commands to the best of their abilities. Those with your mark will live longer, be stronger and healthier, however the more bear the mark the more its effects are watered down.

Chosen: 24

10 Suban Personal Guard (Holy guardians)

10 High Suban Chieftains

3 High patriarchs (high priests)

1 Concubines

>Faith Militant:

>Children:(Name em)

1x Son

1x Spooky Son

1-2) Set up a schedule for me to spend time with and love my sons. teach them the way of the world and how to be good people.

3) Encourage people to treat others with respect and honor.

>>41946

Sons are named Albrecht and Franz

>>41926

>>41981

dubz czech em

>>41937

You spread your pigs up into groups of five and send them out. However you don't hear back of any of them.

You try to claim a village but are quickly beaten back by a surprisingly large force of soldiers emerging from a nearby fortress. You barely manage to escape their grasp as they cut down your pigmen.

>Pigmen:

-35 Pigmen

>>41938

You cast the mark upon a number of dyers who pollute the rivers along the Eastern Suban borders. Many of them fall pray to the woods creatures, some of them actually die. Even though warriors are sent into the forests they are avoided by the animals, leading to several unsuccessful expeditions.

>>41939

In the Crypts of the Ibuzen you find those long buried. Some of their energies still shift around in the ancient crypts and you absorb them, gathering their powers and putting their souls to rest once and for all.

You head into the town and listen to what people have to say. The Ibizans to your South have declared a man Godking who controls day and night, apparently he is Lord of all Gods who live in the Sky, his enemy being the Moon God. The Subans to the far north worship two other Gods, representing father and mother who had recently emerged. Meanwhile the Ibizans had come under attack in their West by a weird pig people, however they had established fortresses in the area and seemed to be more than capable of solving the situation. Furthermore the Sungod as well as the Father of the Subans had apparently been spawning children, however their impact remained to be seen.

>>41946

You spend some time with your baby boys. The normal one seems decidedly more docile and is just an all round cute baby, while your little Demonspawn seems to be hovering over him constantly. People around your Demonspawn seem to be energyless and some people complain about nightmares. Then again perhaps they are just overacting it.

You then keep talking about how people should respect and honor each other and your disciples carry your words out into the world.

>>41981

You manage to fend off another wave of pig attacks. Fortresses are established along the Western Ibizan borders. They become widely known and respected.

You play a large part in the founding of militias in the Western border region. You inspire great numbers of them to take up arms and learn how to fight. The Western frontier is littered with able soldiers of any gender and age ready to take the fight to the pigmen. However with many stories about a man who turns people into pigmen they are quite suspicious of outsiders and handle them with care.

Rolled 73, 99, 22 = 194 (3d100)

>>42031

Name: Soridul

Fluff: War, always war. Wherever Soridul went, he found the horrors of war to follow. Homes burned, innocents slaughtered, land rendered barren from foul magics and fire. Mankind was a violent race, Soridul realized this early on, when his small village was raided by a group of tribal savages from the northern waste of the world, and it was Soridul alone who survived, spirited away by his mother into the nearby hills. Soridul, at the ripe age of 4, could not understand why his mother then started running in the other direction, screaming loudly and causing a general ruckus, but he remembered her last words; "Run my son, run and live, live with honor and do right by the Maker's Will." He lived a life away from the people of the world, in the wilds of nature. He grew strong on his own, living off the land and facing every challenge he faced with stern determination and precociousness. Soridul wandered the world, from its northern reaches to the southern deserts. It was in his 23 summer that he first spoke to another human being, having stumbled upon a village much like his own in the midst of being raided by tribals very much like the ones that raised his home all those years ago. Compelled to act, he picked up a sword from a nearby slain man of the village and sought to cutting the raiders down to size. He found that war, for as much as he detested it, came easy to him, as he cut through the Northmen with relative ease. He found satisfaction in fighting the good fight, the righteous cause. Soridul found in himself a fire, a passion to defend those who could not defend themselves, and to inspire others to do the same. War was hell, but righteous war was glorious. He had at last found it, the meaning of that cryptic word his mother had told him so many moons ago. Honor. He would fight for Honor.

Word of Power: Honor

Abilities: +[A Man's Word]

Any claim made in your presence will see the mortal who made it strive to fulfill it to his fullest. They will gain the feeling of an overwhelming force pushing them to make good on their word that will not leave them until their word is kept and which will break their spirit entirely should they somehow decide to go against it. Furthermore you are a great warrior.

Other:

1/2/3. Soridul would offer the men a warning before turning on them, as this was the honorable thing to do. "Good men, I bade you to lay down your arms and return to your homes, I wish to trouble you no further, and I wish your sons to grow up knowing their fathers. If you set yourselves upon me, I shall be forced to defend myself, which I will do by ensuring all of you are dead. So, we can resolve this by might, or with honor. Your choice."

Rolled 58, 62, 72 = 192 (3d100)

>>42033

>Name:Mortem

>Word of Power:Requiem

Fluff: Thin and with overly elongated limbs. Mortem has since time immemorial cared for the dead and dying of the large village he inhabits of the Ibiz lands. Little is known of him other than he gets happier when it snows and watching falling snow is one of the few times he has been seen to smile. The villagers regularly gather to listen as he sings his song of the dead one of the few comforts for those who grieve.

>Abilities:

>[Requiescat in pace] You gain the ability to harvest the power of the Dead. Those whose power you have harvested stay dead and cannot be brought back by any means or communicated with. You can utilize the harvested power to heal yourself or others.

>Other:

Hmmmm many people die in many places….I am not able to reach them all. Is my purpose being fulfilled if these people are not laid to rest properly? I must make sure it is done but am not able to myself….

I must spread my knowledge to others….The others can gather power and return it to me.

1.2.3. I must work on a method to train humans to be able to absorb like me. This is my only priority for now.

Rolled 24, 30, 98 = 152 (3d100)

>>42031

>>Name:

>Robert

>>Fluff:

>Robert, a young man of 18 years, was born and raised within his tribe. He has lived a simple life with his parents and friends. He has enjoyed good times as well as pushed through hard times.

>>Word of Power:

>Hero

>>Abilities:

>+ [A Hero's Sacrifice]

>You are one of the if not the Greatest Warrior this world has ever seen. Humans are but lambs to the slaughter even if they go up against you in large numbers. You are tireless, strong and fast. Ilness and poison, as well as pointy metals and fires have only little affect on you. If in combat with another Character you may choose to give your own life in order to kill them as well, removing you both from the game. You may also use this ability to save someone's life instead.

>>Skill:

>+ [Spear] (Extensively Trained Prodigy)

>+ [Carving] (Natural)

>+ [Farming] (Amateur)

>>Other:

>+ [Spear]

>+ [Shield of the Comet Tree]

>+ [Masterful Cloak]

>+ [Bow Ingredients]

———————

1. Its time to make a masterful bow that is fit for a hero! None shall escape my sight.

2-3. I have spent enough time in the Suba for now. It is time to return to my mother. On the way back I shall continue to practice with my weaponry.

Rolled 80, 52, 54 = 186 (3d100)

>>42031

>Name: Maharib Eazim

>Word of Power: Chariot

>Abilities: +[Bringer of Sun and Stars]

>Other:

>Titles: +[Godking of Ibiz]

+[The Benevolent] (Ibiz)

>Children: Allayl Alnaar

1. My followers should all make a pilgrimage to this great city at least once in their life

2. Walk among the commonfolk in the streets. Find out what they need

3. Any man who dedicates his life to spreading my teachings to distant lands shall sit at my right hand in their afterlife

>>41927

People talk about a bonfire lit in the child's room at night. Besides that it is known to have been a boy and people speak of a new star in the night sky. Furthermore the Ibizan King's troops have made great strides in fortifying the Western borders and tales of the Western Ibizan's bravery are spreading like a wildfire though you are certain a great many of them are not quite factual.

With many people moving to the outskirts of Ibizan territory to work the lands as asked by the Godking a great many houses remain empty and their prices cheap. You manage to purchase a house fit for a Lord.

>Other:

- generous sum

+ Lordly House in Ibizan Capital Center

>>42037

change actions to figure out a way to create more like me or at least similar. Humans are too simple to learn my powers but maybe if they were altered from a much younger age….like the womb they would fit. I haven't done much with the power I have collected over the centuries. Maybe I should try to imbue some into a pregnant woman and see what happens.

>>42044

or I guess three different pregnant women since three actions? whatever works is fine.

Rolled 12, 94, 24 = 130 (3d100)

>>42033

Name: Drekar

Word of power: Claim

Title:

[God of the Suba](The masculine divinity)

Location: Suba.

Ability: +[The Chosen]

You can bless people with your sign, claiming them as your own. They will follow your commands to the best of their abilities. Those with your mark will live longer, be stronger and healthier, however the more bear the mark the more its effects are watered down.

Chosen: 24

10 Suban Personal Guard (Holy guardians)

10 High Suban Chieftains

3 High patriarchs (high priests)

1 Concubines

>Faith Militant:

200 Twin-Suban Warriors

>Children:

1x Son Ablrecht

1x Spooky Son Franz

1) Keep raising my sons into good divinities.

2) Find my third kid. I need to visit it and convey my limitless love.

3) Have some of my chosen lead expeditions into the surrounding lands to find good spots for the Suba to spread to.

Rolled 95, 65, 44 = 204 (3d100)

>>42043

>Name: Ontaru

>Fluff: Ontaru is a young man from the lands of Ibiz. Born to a farmer and raised a farmer he is a farmer.

>Word of Power: Rain

>Abilities: [A Weeping Tale]

You can make it rain as long as you please. You may also prevent rain if you so wish. Rain always has to come from somewhere and go somewhere however. Under the right conditions it will snow. If you so wish this rain can have minor healing properties, preventing infection and (very) slowly mending wounds. This also makes you an incredible storyteller and people love to hear the tales you have to share. While it is easy for you to calm people down this way, they also tend to have a saddening effect on them.

>Skills: [Harp] (Fairly Decent)

[Storytelling] (Legend)

>Titles: [The Storyteller] (Ibizan Capital)

>Other: Ibizan Family Farm

+ Lordly House in Ibizan Capital Center

1-3. Try to find someone to teach me to write poems and plays. Might as well diversify from music, songs, and story telling.

Rolled 47, 30 = 77 (2d100)

>>42031

>Fluff: Arai spent the first 10 years of his life without touching land. Born to a small island tribe his family was punished by the tribes elder due to a crime of his fathers and were cast out to live upon a simple boat a short distance away from shore. People from the village would swim out to them for supplies but they were not allowed to touch land. Arai was born on this boat. And when his families sentence finally ended he found that he did not like the feel of solid ground beneath his feet. Arai is a man now and what started as a punishment and a prison is now his way of life. He dreams of sailing across the world and see the beauty of the ocean all over. He takes a simple boat and is sailing from island to island living his life in accordance with the waves.

>>>>>Word of Power: Wave

>>>>>Abilities:+ [Fury of Arai]

>>>>Near any body of Water you may summon forth massive waves, these gain in size the closer you are to the Araian Sea where they will take the form of Tsunamis laying waste to anything but you. You can also cause smaller waves in smaller bodies of water and control currents.

>>>>Other: [Family Boat], 4x [Fish]

>>>Skill: Fishing Professional, + [Star Orientation] (Experienced)[Singing] (Amateur)[Storytelling] (Amateur)

>>Other:

>+ Crude Stone Spear

>>Skills:

>+ [Singing] (Bad)

>+ [Crafting] (Amateur)

>[Spear] (Experienced Natural)

1: While home he gets a bit of parchment and ink sets to work creating a map of all the lands he's been to. He has a new goal to map as much of the world as he can by means of the sea!

2:Then he sets sail once again to the north to see what else he may find upon his travels

Rolled 77, 99, 47 = 223 (3d100)

>>42033

>Druza

Name: The Pig

Fluff: The creature formed from the cries of rage and despair of every dead pig, it slowly rose through the bodies, It looked at humanity and the word echoed through its mind

Word of Power: Butcher

Abilities: [Werehogs]

You may turn pigs into Werehogs, at your will they will turn into pigmen and wreak havoc wherever they may be. Furthermore you may turn any mortal you touch into a pig. If you so wish with a touch you may turn them back into humans, Werehogs cannot be reverted into human form. Werehogs will not attack you but have only very basic intellect and will struggle with more complex orders. You may also take the form of a normal pig.

Action 1-3: Escape this continent, go somewhere else where the soldiers can't chase me

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>42095

3: As he sail Arai begins to focus on the sound of the sea. He attempts to connect his mind and soul with the sea around him to feel what she feels but like not in the lewd way

Rolled 49, 49, 8 = 106 (3d100)

>>42125

>>Name:

>Robert

>>Fluff:

>Robert, a young man of 18 years, was born and raised within his tribe. He has lived a simple life with his parents and friends. He has enjoyed good times as well as pushed through hard times.

>>Word of Power:

>Hero

>>Abilities:

>+ [A Hero's Sacrifice]

>You are one of the if not the Greatest Warrior this world has ever seen. Humans are but lambs to the slaughter even if they go up against you in large numbers. You are tireless, strong and fast. Ilness and poison, as well as pointy metals and fires have only little affect on you. If in combat with another Character you may choose to give your own life in order to kill them as well, removing you both from the game. You may also use this ability to save someone's life instead.

>>Skill:

>+ [Spear] (Extensively Trained Prodigy)

>+ [Carving] (Trained Natural)

>+ [Farming] (Amateur)

>+[Archery] (Prodigy)

>>Other:

>+ [Spear]

>+ [Shield of the Comet Tree]

>+ [Masterful Cloak]

>+ [Bow]

———————

1. After eating my dinner with mom I head out to make some arrows and a quiver to hold them in. After all a bow is pretty useless if I have nothing to fire from it.

2. My mother seemed quite mad about these new gods and their supposed demonspawn. Mayhaps I should go down there and check things out. I heard that they have begun to build a military. Lets go test their worth. (Challenge Shadow and Aniriras military thingy to a sparring session.)

3. As I prepare to test the ability of these supposed warriors I shall begin to gather information on these "gods" and their demonspawn. Perhaps try and find those who are unhappy with them and begin to from more of a group, my mother would not dislike these people for no reason.

Rolled 96, 79 = 175 (2d100)

>>42125

>Name:Mortem

>Word of Power:Requiem

Fluff: Thin and with overly elongated limbs. Mortem has since time immemorial cared for the dead and dying of the large village he inhabits of the Ibiz lands. Little is known of him other than he gets happier when it snows and watching falling snow is one of the few times he has been seen to smile. The villagers regularly gather to listen as he sings his song of the dead one of the few comforts for those who grieve.

>Abilities:

>[Requiescat in pace] You gain the ability to harvest the power of the Dead. Those whose power you have harvested stay dead and cannot be brought back by any means or communicated with. You can utilize the harvested power to heal yourself or others.

>Other:

3x Pregnant Women remind me in 2 turns

hmmmm these are likely just some empty promises from yet another king seeking to control his populace but just in case I should make a visit to this sun god's lands to ensure he is not attempting to defy the natural laws of the laws of the dead.

1.2. Provide for the women? I have seen bards before they make money by singing and playing instruments. I have no instruments but I know these mortals love my singing. So I will sing in the square and the mortals should give me money.

>>42128

Completely forgot I can heal people. That probably would have been the way to go to get money lol.

>>42128

forgot that part on my abilities

> Furthermore you have centuries worth of practice when it comes to singing.

Rolled 62, 16, 83 = 161 (3d100)

>>42125

>Name: Lucius Augustus Aurelius

>Title: [The Dutiful] (Western Ibizan Garrisons)

>Word of Power: Pietas

>Abilities:

[Beacon of Sainthood]

Allies close to you become overwhelmed with Duty and fight to the Death, they are filled with Holy Strength and Endurance an inspiring sight for their fellow soldiers. These effects grow weaker the further they are away from you. All friendly units within sight range receive a substantial morale boost if you are on the battlefield. Furthermore you gain the ability to deflect an otherwise lethal attack by a mortal on a friendly unit onto yourself, which will cause moderate harm to you. You may redirect an attack no matter its strength and origin onto yourself, negating any effect to surroundings and allies, this will however claim your own life, removing you from the game.

>Skills:

[Swords](Experienced)

[Leatherwork](Basic)

>Other:

[Bronze Sword]

[Crude Leather Armor]

[Wooden Shield]

[Ibizan Standard Bearer]

1-3; Continue on! We won't stop until they are completely routed from our lands and the people are able to live their lives!

Rolled 3, 24, 20 = 47 (3d100)

>>42126

>Name: Ontaru

>Fluff: Ontaru is a young man from the lands of Ibiz. Born to a farmer and raised a farmer he is a farmer.

>Word of Power: Rain

>Abilities: [A Weeping Tale]

You can make it rain as long as you please. You may also prevent rain if you so wish. Rain always has to come from somewhere and go somewhere however. Under the right conditions it will snow. If you so wish this rain can have minor healing properties, preventing infection and (very) slowly mending wounds. This also makes you an incredible storyteller and people love to hear the tales you have to share. While it is easy for you to calm people down this way, they also tend to have a saddening effect on them.

>Skills: [Harp] (Extensively Trained)

[Storytelling] (Legend)

[Poetry] (Prodigy)

>Titles: [The Storyteller] (Ibizan Capital)

>Other: Ibizan Family Farm

+ Lordly House in Ibizan Capital Center

1&2. Try to make some more money via my songs and tales. See if the Wise old man's granddaughter is willing to join me.

3. Keep my ears to the ground for more info and rumors.

Rolled 86, 28, 95 = 209 (3d100)

>>42125

>Name: Mithra

>Word of Power: Mistress

>Abilities: + [The Matriarch]

Mother of all you know the hopes and wishes of any mortal Woman. They aspire to be like you and will do anything to see you pleased with them. Touching one's belly you have the ability to give and take children and fertility at your very whim. Naturally all children flock to you.

>Other:

+ 70 Children

+[Large Modest Hall]

>Title:

+ [Mother of the Suba]

>Religious Authority:

+ 1 High Priestess

+ 9 Motherly Priestesses

>Maternal Guard:

+ 150 Mithra-Suban Warrioresses

>Ward

+Sumar

1. continue to care for Sumar and teach him

2. Continue to watch the training of the Maternal Guard

3. Ask for the things that trouble my children and attempt to guide them in what to do.

Rolled 73, 22, 35 = 130 (3d100)

>>42126

Name: The Pig

Fluff: The creature formed from the cries of rage and despair of every dead pig, it slowly rose through the bodies, It looked at humanity and the word echoed through its mind

Word of Power: Butcher

Abilities: [Werehogs]

You may turn pigs into Werehogs, at your will they will turn into pigmen and wreak havoc wherever they may be. Furthermore you may turn any mortal you touch into a pig. If you so wish with a touch you may turn them back into humans, Werehogs cannot be reverted into human form. Werehogs will not attack you but have only very basic intellect and will struggle with more complex orders. You may also take the form of a normal pig.

Action 1-3: Help the family with whatever they need.

>>42134

You ask the girl whether she would be willing to join you. However she seeks salvation and a place in the next life and joins the many Ibizans who leave the Kingdom to spread word of the Godking beyond its borders.

There are few interesting rumors, however word has it the Pigmen have at last been defeated, still many in the West remain suspicious.

>>42136

Needless to say the people are kind of baffled, they don't exactly thank you for it, still you are sure you've done the right thing.

You sounds of battle lead you into the forest where you find a woman surrounded by wolves, you slay them all the hero you are and she is forever grateful.

>>42160

Sumar thrives under your guardianship and seems a happy child. He learns quickly and seems more able than other children his age.

You continue to observe Maternal Guard training they seem to struggle considerably, attempting to please you they struggle and fall over and over again.

Your children's families have been growing constantly and there is not enough food to eat them, you send a great many of them east to settle new lands where they prosper and praise the Mother's name.

>>42163

>Abilities (Choose One):

+ [Master of Bones]

You gain the ability to infuse the bones of mortal humans with their souls. They will be bound to your will and follow your commands, while retaining their own consciousness they will execute your commands. This ability is restricted to mortal humans.

+ [Never Ending Spook]

You man cast your sign upon mortal humans who are close to death. They will be held together by the power of their soul, however their bodies will decay and eventually fall apart, leaving them trapped within their mortal coil. They retain their personality and free will.

+ [Facilier]

You create images of those long past out of the memories of mortals present. You can make them speak and act, able for all present to see, however they are intangible. They will retain some basic knowledge of their life which you can use to your advantage.

>>42165

You help the family out greatly. Venturing out into the waves alongside the old man he teaches you how to fish and how to navigate the Sea. The nights you stay with them and they break bread with you and teach you about

>Skills:

+ [Sailing] (Trained)

Rolled 67, 47, 60 = 174 (3d100)

>>42184

>>Name:

>Robert

>>Fluff:

>Robert, a young man of 18 years, was born and raised within his tribe. He has lived a simple life with his parents and friends. He has enjoyed good times as well as pushed through hard times.

>>Word of Power:

>Hero

>>Abilities:

>+ [A Hero's Sacrifice]

>You are one of the if not the Greatest Warrior this world has ever seen. Humans are but lambs to the slaughter even if they go up against you in large numbers. You are tireless, strong and fast. Ilness and poison, as well as pointy metals and fires have only little affect on you. If in combat with another Character you may choose to give your own life in order to kill them as well, removing you both from the game. You may also use this ability to save someone's life instead.

>>Skill:

>+ [Spear] (Extensively Trained Prodigy)

>+ [Carving] (Trained Natural)

>+ [Farming] (Amateur)

>+[Archery] (Prodigy)

>>Other:

>+ [Spear]

>+ [Shield of the Comet Tree]

>+ [Masterful Cloak]

>+ [Bow]

+ [Quiver and Arrows]

>Titles:

+ [Blasphemer] - New Subans (barely known)

———————————————–

1. Blasphemer? Has the Suba gone mad?! am not a Blasphemer for these people are not gods! Surely there are some sane people left.

Continue to look for others with the same opinion as my mother.

2-3. This is madness, these "gods" seem to be building an army, I must be prepared for anything. Continue training for combat.

Rolled 50, 54, 83 = 187 (3d100)

>>42185

>Name: Skeleton Jack

>Word of Power: Necromancy

>Fluff: Skeleton Jack is a friendly skeleton raised by the gods and the power of his Word. His favorite thing to do is spooking people, and he does it very well. However, he gets lonely, so he uses his powers to make lots of skeleton and zombie friends, which along with his spooping often gets him into trouble with the living. He dreams of creating a skeleton utopia where he and his undead friends can spook in peace.

>Abilities: [Master of Bones] - You gain the ability to infuse the bones of mortal humans with their souls. They will be bound to your will and follow your commands, while retaining their own consciousness they will execute your commands. This ability is restricted to mortal humans.

>Other:

Requesting to start near Suba, if not this can still apply to wherever you wanna start me

1. It is a nice night tonight, the full moon is out and the people are sleeping soundly. But me on the other hand, I am wide awake (skeletons don't sleep, you see) and I have the urge to spook. So I'll go into the nearest village and do so.

2. Then I'll go into the graveyard and raise a few skeleton buddies for even more spooks.

3. I need a good house. But no, maybe that's not quite good enough. I know, I'll build a town for all my skeleton friends! It can be a kingdom! A kingdom of skellies! And I will be the king! I shall call this new kingdom "The Bone Zone".

Rolled 3, 40, 84 = 127 (3d100)

>>42185

>Name:Mortem

>Word of Power:Requiem

Fluff: >>41924

>Abilities:

>[Requiescat in pace] You gain the ability to harvest the power of the Dead. Those whose power you have harvested stay dead and cannot be brought back by any means or communicated with. You can utilize the harvested power to heal yourself or others. Furthermore you have centuries worth of practice when it comes to singing.

>Other:

[Considerable Wealth]

3x Pregnant Women remind me in 1 turn

1. Now that I have mortal money to care for those women. I can focus on this heresy creeping up.

Address the man from suba and any who listen to him and inform them quite frankly that their god has no power over death. Death is the end and peaceful oblivion you can not reward someone anything after their death. I have peeked through the veil and seen what lies there. Any attempt to bring people back from death or claims of an afterlife are sheer heresy and idiocy going against the natural laws. This foolish "sungod" is little more than a charlatan and a liar.

2. With more funds come more women. I will need many children to carry out my will. And the will of the natural order.

3. No in fact I am angry now simply refuting this man is not enough. Preach to the people. Tell them to fear not. There is no afterlife only peaceful oblivion. Not all men are born equal but all die equal. And any who attempt to unbalance this natural order are dangerous people with no idea what they are messing with. I am the one true child of death none know this better than I.

Rolled 62, 23, 42 = 127 (3d100)

>>42185

>Name: Ontaru

>Fluff: Ontaru is a young man from the lands of Ibiz. Born to a farmer and raised a farmer he is a farmer.

>Word of Power: Rain

>Abilities: [A Weeping Tale]

You can make it rain as long as you please. You may also prevent rain if you so wish. Rain always has to come from somewhere and go somewhere however. Under the right conditions it will snow. If you so wish this rain can have minor healing properties, preventing infection and (very) slowly mending wounds. This also makes you an incredible storyteller and people love to hear the tales you have to share. While it is easy for you to calm people down this way, they also tend to have a saddening effect on them.

>Skills: [Harp] (Extensively Trained)

[Storytelling] (Legend)

[Poetry] (Prodigy)

>Titles: [The Storyteller] (Ibizan Capital)

>Other: Ibizan Family Farm

+ Lordly House in Ibizan Capital Center

1&2. Try to make some more money via my songs and tales.

3. Keep my ears to the ground for more info and rumors.

Rolled 13, 44, 66 = 123 (3d100)

>Name: Maharib Eazim

>Word of Power: Chariot

>Abilities: +[Bringer of Sun and Stars]

>Other:

>Titles: +[Godking of Ibiz]

+[The Benevolent] (Ibiz)

>Children: Allayl Alnaar

1. I need someone to scribe for me. The greatest poet/storyteller in the lands shall be offered a room in the palace, a salary from the treasury, and security if he serves me by recording my teachings in verse and imagery so they may spread far and wide.

2. I require a champion. Someone who has fought the pigs in the front line and has rallied the troops. Not necessarily a leader but an expert fighter with prestige unheard of. He shall be given a messenger so we can relay information between each other and he can council me from the front lines

3. Since the birth of my star in the night, the son of suns, I haven't been paying enough attention to the priestess called my chariot. Speak with her. What does she feel is lacking, what does she crave? I must provide for her.

Rolled 96, 20, 100 = 216 (3d100)

Name: Soridul

Fluff: War, always war. Wherever Soridul went, he found the horrors of war to follow. Homes burned, innocents slaughtered, land rendered barren from foul magics and fire. Mankind was a violent race, Soridul realized this early on, when his small village was raided by a group of tribal savages from the northern waste of the world, and it was Soridul alone who survived, spirited away by his mother into the nearby hills. Soridul, at the ripe age of 4, could not understand why his mother then started running in the other direction, screaming loudly and causing a general ruckus, but he remembered her last words; "Run my son, run and live, live with honor and do right by the Maker's Will." He lived a life away from the people of the world, in the wilds of nature. He grew strong on his own, living off the land and facing every challenge he faced with stern determination and precociousness. Soridul wandered the world, from its northern reaches to the southern deserts. It was in his 23 summer that he first spoke to another human being, having stumbled upon a village much like his own in the midst of being raided by tribals very much like the ones that raised his home all those years ago. Compelled to act, he picked up a sword from a nearby slain man of the village and sought to cutting the raiders down to size. He found that war, for as much as he detested it, came easy to him, as he cut through the Northmen with relative ease. He found satisfaction in fighting the good fight, the righteous cause. Soridul found in himself a fire, a passion to defend those who could not defend themselves, and to inspire others to do the same. War was hell, but righteous war was glorious. He had at last found it, the meaning of that cryptic word his mother had told him so many moons ago. Honor. He would fight for Honor.

Word of Power: Honor

Abilities: +[A Man's Word]

Any claim made in your presence will see the mortal who made it strive to fulfill it to his fullest. They will gain the feeling of an overwhelming force pushing them to make good on their word that will not leave them until their word is kept and which will break their spirit entirely should they somehow decide to go against it. Furthermore you are a great warrior.

>Skills:

+ [Hand to Hand] (Experienced Prodigy)

>Other:

+ 2x Pitchfork

+ 2x Axe

1/2. Invite the women to join me on my travels, it would not be honorable to abandon her alone in these woods. Failing that, escort her to her destination, for that is the honorable thing to do.

3. Along the way see about turning my two axes into a double headed axe.

Rolled 5, 12, 73 = 90 (3d100)

>>42185

Name: The Pig

Fluff: The creature formed from the cries of rage and despair of every dead pig, it slowly rose through the bodies, It looked at humanity and the word echoed through its mind

Word of Power: Butcher

Abilities: [Werehogs]

You may turn pigs into Werehogs, at your will they will turn into pigmen and wreak havoc wherever they may be. Furthermore you may turn any mortal you touch into a pig. If you so wish with a touch you may turn them back into humans, Werehogs cannot be reverted into human form. Werehogs will not attack you but have only very basic intellect and will struggle with more complex orders. You may also take the form of a normal pig

Skills:. [Sailing] (Trained)

Action 1-3: Go transform wildlife into pigmen.

Rolled 48, 18, 11 = 77 (3d100)

>>42126

>ould first have to go West with your ship, coming across an Island that reminds you of Arami culture greatly. They too use ships and harvest the Sea for food though they do not seem quite as prosperous or far spread.

>You extend your mind to listen to the Sea. A feeling of sadness overcomes you. The grasp of impending Doom surrounds you. Then it vanishes and you are once more left alone with the roaring of the waves and the yelling of the sea gulls.

1-2: Arai stands upon the shore of the ocean. He lies within the waves and lets the waves wash over him. He attempts to fully mend his soul with the sea

3: He returns to shore and begins doing a bit of maintenance of his boat. Singing a jolly tune as he works.

>>42195

The woman owes you her life and by the laws of strength her life is yours. She swears to follow you around until her death or yours.

You then bind together the axes you had 'obtained' with some flax, creating a new improved weapon, the THE MIGHTY HONORSPLITTER a weapon much more ferocious and mighty than anything you had ever seen in your life!

>Companion:

+ Old-Bassk Woman

>Other:

- 2x Axe

+ 1x THE MIGHTY HONORSPLITTER (Double Headed Axe)

>Skills:

+ [Axe] (Legendary)

>>42196

You stay in the West and help to continue training the Garrisons, they stay Ever-Vigilant under your command, a name which they quickly adopt. They make it their mission in life to protect the Ibizan's Western borderlands. You hear that the Godking called for a Champion, many suspect Baruk 'the Slaughtererer' will have the honor.

You investigate the Pigman corpses, however their bones are just bones, no better or worse than any other. Some soldiers actually make bow strings out of their intestines, which seem to work just fine. There is general discussion whether you could eat them without turning into Pigmen yourself and if it was right to eat something that was half way man.

>Title:

[Founder] (Ever-Vigilant)

>>42204

You go ahead and try to transform some wildlife into Pigmen, though the Man component seems to be completely lost. There are few animals native to the island and once you actually manage to get your hands on a bird it turns out that what you had created was not a man bird, but a Bird-Pig. Unfortunately for the creature its wings were too small to actually allow it to fly, though it did look quite curious.

>Companions:

+ Bird-Pig

>>42208

Lying in the Sand you let the waves Wash over you. Listening to the waves. For a moment you can feel harmony and the feelings of sadness and desperation seem to subside. A faint glimmer of hope emerges, however it evaporates with the cracking of thunder as it begins to rain, turning the sand into sludge.

You happily sing while performing some routine maintenance on your ship. Everything seems to work out fine and the ship seems to be in decent shape, still for some reasons the birds had decided to leave, perhaps it had been because of the rain.

>Skills:

+ [Singing] (Very Bad)

Rolled 58, 98, 10 = 166 (3d100)

>>42209

>>Name:

>Robert

>>Fluff:

>Robert, a young man of 18 years, was born and raised within his tribe. He has lived a simple life with his parents and friends. He has enjoyed good times as well as pushed through hard times.

>>Word of Power:

>Hero

>>Abilities:

>+ [A Hero's Sacrifice]

>You are one of the if not the Greatest Warrior this world has ever seen. Humans are but lambs to the slaughter even if they go up against you in large numbers. You are tireless, strong and fast. Ilness and poison, as well as pointy metals and fires have only little affect on you. If in combat with another Character you may choose to give your own life in order to kill them as well, removing you both from the game. You may also use this ability to save someone's life instead.

>>Skill:

>+ [Spear] (Expertly Trained Prodigy)

>+ [Carving] (Trained Natural)

>+ [Farming] (Amateur)

>+[Archery] (Prodigy)

>>Other:

>+ [Spear]

>+ [Shield of the Comet Tree]

>+ [Masterful Cloak]

>+ [Bow]

+ [Quiver and Arrows]

>Titles:

+ [Blasphemer] - New Subans (barely known)

—————————————

1. The Suba is just getting too ridiculous for me, I shall head home and try and convince my mother to leave with me to find a new home. The false gods seem to have a tight grip on this place and the damned fools that once called themselves men of the Suba are nothing but slaves now

2. Before I leave, practice tracking and trapping, those will be helpful in the future.

3. It will also be of use to develop my senses, I must hear, see, smell and feel better than any man. Perhaps this will also help me develop some intuition as well.

>>42216

wtf

Rolled 85, 72, 75 = 232 (3d100)

>>42210

Name: Soridul

Fluff: War, always war. Wherever Soridul went, he found the horrors of war to follow. Homes burned, innocents slaughtered, land rendered barren from foul magics and fire. Mankind was a violent race, Soridul realized this early on, when his small village was raided by a group of tribal savages from the northern waste of the world, and it was Soridul alone who survived, spirited away by his mother into the nearby hills. Soridul, at the ripe age of 4, could not understand why his mother then started running in the other direction, screaming loudly and causing a general ruckus, but he remembered her last words; "Run my son, run and live, live with honor and do right by the Maker's Will." He lived a life away from the people of the world, in the wilds of nature. He grew strong on his own, living off the land and facing every challenge he faced with stern determination and precociousness. Soridul wandered the world, from its northern reaches to the southern deserts. It was in his 23 summer that he first spoke to another human being, having stumbled upon a village much like his own in the midst of being raided by tribals very much like the ones that raised his home all those years ago. Compelled to act, he picked up a sword from a nearby slain man of the village and sought to cutting the raiders down to size. He found that war, for as much as he detested it, came easy to him, as he cut through the Northmen with relative ease. He found satisfaction in fighting the good fight, the righteous cause. Soridul found in himself a fire, a passion to defend those who could not defend themselves, and to inspire others to do the same. War was hell, but righteous war was glorious. He had at last found it, the meaning of that cryptic word his mother had told him so many moons ago. Honor. He would fight for Honor.

Word of Power: Honor

Abilities: +[A Man's Word]

Any claim made in your presence will see the mortal who made it strive to fulfill it to his fullest. They will gain the feeling of an overwhelming force pushing them to make good on their word that will not leave them until their word is kept and which will break their spirit entirely should they somehow decide to go against it. Furthermore you are a great warrior.

>Skills:

+ [Axe] (Legendary)

+ [Hand to Hand] (Experienced Prodigy)

>Other:

+ 2x Pitchfork

+ 1x THE MIGHTY HONORSPLITTER (Double Headed Axe)

1. "Pray tell me oh wise-women, where in this land are there those who strain under the rule of the unjust and the merciless? I have wondered for years but at last I am filled with purpose. All I need is but a direction to follow."

2/3. Find some suitable furs with which to armor myself. I cannot do battle in these wanderer's rags, for to do such would dishonor myself.

Rolled 87, 84, 49 = 220 (3d100)

>>42209

>Name: Ontaru

>Fluff: Ontaru is a young man from the lands of Ibiz. Born to a farmer and raised a farmer he is a farmer.

>Word of Power: Rain

>Abilities: [A Weeping Tale]

You can make it rain as long as you please. You may also prevent rain if you so wish. Rain always has to come from somewhere and go somewhere however. Under the right conditions it will snow. If you so wish this rain can have minor healing properties, preventing infection and (very) slowly mending wounds. This also makes you an incredible storyteller and people love to hear the tales you have to share. While it is easy for you to calm people down this way, they also tend to have a saddening effect on them.

>Skills: [Harp] (Extensively Trained)

[Storytelling] (Legend)

[Poetry] (Prodigy)

>Titles: [The Storyteller] (Ibizan Capital)

>Other: Ibizan Family Farm

+ Lordly House in Ibizan Capital Center

+ Small Wealth

1&2. Take a trip to speak to these 'Living' and see why they think death is a void? Make sure to take notes as I could use this information for a song or poem.

3. Listen for rumors.

Rolled 67, 13, 33 = 113 (3d100)

>>42254

>Name: Ontaru

>Fluff: Ontaru is a young man from the lands of Ibiz. Born to a farmer and raised a farmer he is a farmer.

>Word of Power: Rain

>Abilities: [A Weeping Tale]

You can make it rain as long as you please. You may also prevent rain if you so wish. Under the right conditions it will snow. If you so wish this rain can have minor healing properties, preventing infection and (very) slowly mending wounds. This also makes you an incredible storyteller and people love to hear the tales you have to share. While it is easy for you to calm people down this way, they also tend to have a saddening effect on them.

+ [Endless Lullaby]

While you sing mortals who hear you become more and more tired until eventually falling asleep. They will not wake up while you are singing unless subjected to extraordinary conditions.

(Extraordinary conditions e.g. being set on fire or stabbed)

>Skills: [Harp] (Extensively Trained)

[Storytelling] (Legend)

[Poetry] (Prodigy)

>Titles: [The Storyteller] (Ibizan Capital)

>Other: Ibizan Family Farm

+ Lordly House in Ibizan Capital Center

+ Small Wealth

1&2. Head up north to the Suban lands and see about these skeleton creatures. See if I can make a new story or song out of this.

3. Rumors