Khalorean (12 AP) and Nystro
"Nystro", Khalorean said to the drider, "I have a task for you."
"What would be important enough that my god would appear before me and ask it directly?" the drider asked in his natural, though angrily dismissive tone. Khalorean knew him better; that was just how he sounded to other mortals and it had no affect on him.
"I have paid insufficient attention to the south of Aurora for too long. I am beginning work there; but I require you, and some of my other Blessed driders, to be present. Along the way, you will find obvious and further proof of my power. Take some of them with you; whether adult or egg."
"I... how far south?" the drider maintained his demeanor, though he was actually quite interested. He was a hunter and an adventurer before being Blessed and settling down with the Blessed humans for a time. This was a very welcome endeavor, and he wouldn't have to deal with complaints because of the quest source.
"Mereton. It is far to the south, but there is another place that you must go first. If it wasn't for my quick Blessed driders, I would not expect you to get there at any sort of useful rate. Would you go on this pilgrimage? You will be rewarded." Khalorean knew that the drider had long since accepted, but he allowed him to play his game.
Nystro agreed. He began packing for his far journey; not forgetting his custom halberd. Theoretically, it was better than any other due to its increased weight, sharpness, and reach- but two of those traits made it too slow to effectively use. But his blessing made up for that; and the theory was proven true.
He didn't know it yet, but Nystro would be instrumental in helping his god's plans involving animal husbandry with adorabeetles and another giant insect he was beginning to work on.
Khalorean in Mereton, Temple of Drya
The priest continued his sermon, his face red with strain and veins protruding. He spat while he screamed.
"- and that is why knowledge is dangerous! No one should be learning any of these new things that are happening around us, as it is against the direct order of Drya! I speak with her every night and I HEAR HER VOICE! SHE DEMANDS THAT HER ONLY TRUE FOLLOWERS CONTINUE TO THRIVE AND THE BLASPHEMING-" He raised his hand, brandishing a switch to hit the child again. How dare someone value education! But he began to cough, small coughs at first. Just enough to get him to shut up. He dropped the stick.
"Run", Khalorean said mentally to the child, "but wait a moment, the distraction isn't big enough yet."
It quickly became a whooping cough. Some of his congregation looked worried, and some got up to try and help. Then something came out of his mouth, into his hand. He looked at it. It was a scarab beetle.
Fear wracked his mind. One of the would-be helpers stopped, not wanting to approach further. The others didn't see it. They did, however, see the strange look on the priest's face as he began to cry uncontrollably while his mouth seemed forced open from the inside, and he collapsed on the floor in a kneeling position. Scarabs began to pour from his mouth, terrifying all the would-be helpers.
The child escaped.
But Khalorean was there, though not visible. Not yet. If the off-their-rocker followers of a dead god were willing to watch an innocent be beaten, then they should be forced to watch this, too. But they were allowed to run to the corners of the church interior, and hide behind whatever seating arrangements they had at their disposal. Hide behind each other. That was fine. But they would watch.
The priest grasped at his neck, clasping his hands. That was a good position. On his knees, with hands clasped- like in prayer. The beetles quickly increased in number and there was nothing left of him but a skeleton, still in the praying position.
The beetles began to disperse as Khalorean appeared in front of what used to be a priest. "This priest had fallen from his path. He was leading you astray. If you wish for Justice, and a god who lives, then you should make better choices."
He looked at the skeleton, instead of the congregation. "This is a testament. A symbol. Maintain it! Find a place within this temple to place it, and when you pray to me near it, I will hear you." These people didn't need to know that Khalorean could hear prayers to him no matter where they were or what they were doing, and he only had to be thought of and his name didn't even matter in that regard. But he didn't need to tell them that.
Of course, even hearing his name whispered in a private thought helped significantly, though.
This was a good start, but something else was needed nearby. There was some contested land that couldn't be used for anything due to the arguments of who owned it- seated next to a large pile of stones. Stones that had what almost looked like a cave entrance due to how they were stacked, by who or whatever force stacked them in such a way.
It would be useful. If children's rumors said there was a cave, why not make it true? Auroran soldiers didn't need to be ignored, either. Insects grow much faster than humans do, so something could be given to them.
An insect. Large, the size of huge, but natural dog breed. Naturally camouflaged due to its coloration- dull green, light brown, or maybe even some slightly red-tinged tan colors. Maybe some rare white or black depending on possible snow or nighttime missions. Different colors for different areas. The mortals could breed them as needed to have more specified colors if they chose.
Low to the ground. Six legs were best; but also two forelegs resembling that of a mantid. But unlike other scorpion-based physical traits, they could have two tails, and attack individually or simultaneously with them.
Highly aggressive, but if taken as an egg and raised with care, if the adults did not detect intruders to their lair as dangerous, then the eggs could be raised as loyal pets. 'Whiptails', he would call them.
"Nystro", Khalorean said to the drider, "I have a task for you."
"What would be important enough that my god would appear before me and ask it directly?" the drider asked in his natural, though angrily dismissive tone. Khalorean knew him better; that was just how he sounded to other mortals and it had no affect on him.
"I have paid insufficient attention to the south of Aurora for too long. I am beginning work there; but I require you, and some of my other Blessed driders, to be present. Along the way, you will find obvious and further proof of my power. Take some of them with you; whether adult or egg."
"I... how far south?" the drider maintained his demeanor, though he was actually quite interested. He was a hunter and an adventurer before being Blessed and settling down with the Blessed humans for a time. This was a very welcome endeavor, and he wouldn't have to deal with complaints because of the quest source.
"Mereton. It is far to the south, but there is another place that you must go first. If it wasn't for my quick Blessed driders, I would not expect you to get there at any sort of useful rate. Would you go on this pilgrimage? You will be rewarded." Khalorean knew that the drider had long since accepted, but he allowed him to play his game.
Nystro agreed. He began packing for his far journey; not forgetting his custom halberd. Theoretically, it was better than any other due to its increased weight, sharpness, and reach- but two of those traits made it too slow to effectively use. But his blessing made up for that; and the theory was proven true.
He didn't know it yet, but Nystro would be instrumental in helping his god's plans involving animal husbandry with adorabeetles and another giant insect he was beginning to work on.
Khalorean in Mereton, Temple of Drya
The priest continued his sermon, his face red with strain and veins protruding. He spat while he screamed.
"- and that is why knowledge is dangerous! No one should be learning any of these new things that are happening around us, as it is against the direct order of Drya! I speak with her every night and I HEAR HER VOICE! SHE DEMANDS THAT HER ONLY TRUE FOLLOWERS CONTINUE TO THRIVE AND THE BLASPHEMING-" He raised his hand, brandishing a switch to hit the child again. How dare someone value education! But he began to cough, small coughs at first. Just enough to get him to shut up. He dropped the stick.
"Run", Khalorean said mentally to the child, "but wait a moment, the distraction isn't big enough yet."
It quickly became a whooping cough. Some of his congregation looked worried, and some got up to try and help. Then something came out of his mouth, into his hand. He looked at it. It was a scarab beetle.
Fear wracked his mind. One of the would-be helpers stopped, not wanting to approach further. The others didn't see it. They did, however, see the strange look on the priest's face as he began to cry uncontrollably while his mouth seemed forced open from the inside, and he collapsed on the floor in a kneeling position. Scarabs began to pour from his mouth, terrifying all the would-be helpers.
The child escaped.
But Khalorean was there, though not visible. Not yet. If the off-their-rocker followers of a dead god were willing to watch an innocent be beaten, then they should be forced to watch this, too. But they were allowed to run to the corners of the church interior, and hide behind whatever seating arrangements they had at their disposal. Hide behind each other. That was fine. But they would watch.
The priest grasped at his neck, clasping his hands. That was a good position. On his knees, with hands clasped- like in prayer. The beetles quickly increased in number and there was nothing left of him but a skeleton, still in the praying position.
The beetles began to disperse as Khalorean appeared in front of what used to be a priest. "This priest had fallen from his path. He was leading you astray. If you wish for Justice, and a god who lives, then you should make better choices."
He looked at the skeleton, instead of the congregation. "This is a testament. A symbol. Maintain it! Find a place within this temple to place it, and when you pray to me near it, I will hear you." These people didn't need to know that Khalorean could hear prayers to him no matter where they were or what they were doing, and he only had to be thought of and his name didn't even matter in that regard. But he didn't need to tell them that.
Of course, even hearing his name whispered in a private thought helped significantly, though.
This was a good start, but something else was needed nearby. There was some contested land that couldn't be used for anything due to the arguments of who owned it- seated next to a large pile of stones. Stones that had what almost looked like a cave entrance due to how they were stacked, by who or whatever force stacked them in such a way.
It would be useful. If children's rumors said there was a cave, why not make it true? Auroran soldiers didn't need to be ignored, either. Insects grow much faster than humans do, so something could be given to them.
An insect. Large, the size of huge, but natural dog breed. Naturally camouflaged due to its coloration- dull green, light brown, or maybe even some slightly red-tinged tan colors. Maybe some rare white or black depending on possible snow or nighttime missions. Different colors for different areas. The mortals could breed them as needed to have more specified colors if they chose.
Low to the ground. Six legs were best; but also two forelegs resembling that of a mantid. But unlike other scorpion-based physical traits, they could have two tails, and attack individually or simultaneously with them.
Highly aggressive, but if taken as an egg and raised with care, if the adults did not detect intruders to their lair as dangerous, then the eggs could be raised as loyal pets. 'Whiptails', he would call them.
-Conjure up a small quantity of anything (Not an action, effortless)
-Creating or altering a non-sentient species smaller than an elephant. (Difficulty: 9 Cost: 3AP, 9 AP remain)
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Whiptails are from Guild Wars. They are highly aggressive, and burrow, lying in wait before making stealth strikes. Many others do not burrow on their own, and just wander around hunting small animals for food. Adults are aggressive. All of them. Approach with caution! They attack in swarms. But if someone smells like them, they won't bother anyone unless obvious actions are taken. Eggs hatch and grow quickly, and are highly loyal. Whiptails are smart as dogs and can be trained in mostly the same ways.
-Creating or altering a non-sentient species smaller than an elephant. (Difficulty: 9 Cost: 3AP, 9 AP remain)
Whiptails are from Guild Wars. They are highly aggressive, and burrow, lying in wait before making stealth strikes. Many others do not burrow on their own, and just wander around hunting small animals for food. Adults are aggressive. All of them. Approach with caution! They attack in swarms. But if someone smells like them, they won't bother anyone unless obvious actions are taken. Eggs hatch and grow quickly, and are highly loyal. Whiptails are smart as dogs and can be trained in mostly the same ways.
