[INTERACTIVE SHAMAN RP] A HARUSPEX'S GUILE

[Panashea 2644]

Spoiler

This is just some cool religious/divination RP for forum posters. Should you offer something appropriate, the haruspex will scry your fortune with a response below.

 

NAGIR

Orcish Communion

 

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Deep red ichor bubbles from the heart of the Iron'Uzg. It's sanguine nature, praised by the haruspice of the orcish city pour out a truth to all those present. A horrible, guttural chant emerges to alert all those within the lands of Krugmar. It reverberates through the stone walls of the Feasting Pit, and up into the dwelling place of the orcish people. Awakened by the fervent chanting, they'd discover a plethora of haruspice, those bloodied clerics who revere the Ancestors. They who scry the blood and provide the orcish nation with the wisdom of their ancestors.

 

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Skaatchnak, herald of fire and blood stands betwixt them all, his flesh flayed open by ritual acts of self-mutilation. Yes, he opens himself to the spirits. Open to understand the Truth. The clear display of blood gushes forth life into red pit beneath the Uzg, imbuing it with life. As you stare into the murky abyss, you realize that it calls to you. The font of wisdom opens, pouring its darkness onto you, should you offer something to it.

 

WHAT WILL YOU GIVE TO THE ANCESTORS?

[Jihnyny 2570]

Ulagula’Ugluk offers the calling an ingot of bronze, wet from cattle blood. 
“Dee finezt ingot uv pure bronze, forged long, long ago. Kovered in frezh agh fine, Ugluk born cattle grizh.”

Edited May 6, 2022 by Jihnyny

[Malgonious 2758]

Malgunuz would stare into the pit, his gaze distant as he felt deep sadness with what he was about to do.  Times have changed and it was something he knew the spirits would be pleased with as his offering meant dearly to him.  More so than anything else he possessed in this world.  

He would begin removing the necklace of tusk fragments from his fallen child, Khorgak’Raguk.  He would hold them over the pit, agony stricken across his face as his massive hand felt the aged rope necklace slowly fall from his fingertips into the murky abyss below him.  His eyes felt with intense sorrow as he watched it fall gracefully down into the pit below.

[Wizzar 480]

The younger haruspex approaches the feasting pit with the carcass of a boar "In diz tikz uv wagh..." he'd grunt, slicing the boar with his carving dagger "Mi wizhez to peep mi plaze ihn da upcoming klompz agh planz fer da goi" He'd hold the body of the boar over the pit, allowing the blood to immerse itself in the sanguine pool

[Panashea 2644]

1 hour ago, Jihnyny said:

Ulagula’Ugluk offers the calling an ingot of bronze, wet from cattle blood. 
“Dee finezt ingot uv pure bronze, forged long, long ago. Kovered in frezh agh fine, Ugluk born cattle grizh.”

 

 

As you offer metal into the pool, it is devoured by the crimson. It is slow to disappear, though the pit seems satisfied. The haruspice all chant out from the offering, their words of praise enlightening your spirit.

 

"Lat-um who forge and revere the smith, be wary of the future to come, for the Age of Fire is upon you."

 

 

[Panashea 2644]

4 hours ago, Malgonious said:

 

He would begin removing the necklace of tusk fragments from his fallen child, Khorgak’Raguk.  He would hold them over the pit, agony stricken across his face as his massive hand felt the aged rope necklace slowly fall from his fingertips into the murky abyss below him.  His eyes felt with intense sorrow as he watched it fall gracefully down into the pit below.

 

This great offering would silence the haruspice. Their acknowledgement of the Ancestral offering granted the room an eternal stillness. Then. Skaatchnak would begin the chant. They all join it, and its revealed they call out Khorgak's name. The haruspice grow in volume and fervor until the name is deafeningly loud, and the Feasting Pit's pool shakes with blood.   They all fall back beneath the spiritual pressure, collapsing beneath the force of Dlimbok's might. A single haruspice whispers something to you, a truth within your ear.

 

"You who has lost their kin. Your bounty will be the whole of Krugmar itself. Your children will be all those who come to learn the ways of Krug."

[Damnit_Delmar 1029]

That small gray skinned goblin would approuch the feasting pits, in one hand he held a bucket full of blood. In the other hand he held a skull with a slab of EarthEater skinned. A bloody palm stained into the hide, as the disease had long left it. 
"I offa da zkin ov da Worm mi and zome otherz klomped. I offa da grizh, ztolen from the da piritz whi zlayed. And laztly, mi offer mi own grizh." 

Setting the blood down, he would dig his clawed fingers into the palms of his hands. Letting the blood flow into the large bucket. The darker shade of blood, mixing with the long preserved blood from the pirate fight. 

[Cloakedsphere 1462]

One-eyed willie would look onto the red pit beneath the ugz with his only eye. His body would feel drawn to the pit and his only eye would be locked into place as would be unable to break eye contact. Willie would catch out the corner of his only eye some individuals offering items yet his eye would continue to be locked in. The Raguk would remove a small paring knife from his waist. The sudden rage and brutality of his nature would flow through his body. His heart beat would hasten and his blood begin to feel red hot in his veins as the pressure would rise within his body. Before giving it any second though, One-eyed willie would be no longer "One-eyed." He'd thrust the knife to one side of his eye socket, driving the blade just deep enough to get behind his only eye as it quickly blinded himself. He would pop the knife would, essentially removing the eye from its socket and with his free hand would hold it still. Willie would roar loudly. The raguk in immense pain and on full display for the rest of his peers to look on would then slice the retina and optic nerve connecting his eye before throwing it into the pit.
As blood would pour down the orc's face, he would say with a strained and pained voice "I offer di best geeft anyone can have. De power t'see. N' mi onleh peepur." he'd say before fainting from the pain at the pit.

[Panashea 2644]

11 hours ago, Cloakedsphere said:

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Within the sanguine darkness of the feasting pit, you see it. Truth.  An overwhelming sense of warmth and heat pour out of your eye as the voices of the haruspice grow loud. They had not expected such a tremendous offering, and the pool stirs with your flesh, you feel lighter from your offering. You collapse before the pit, witnessing the strength of your ancestors.

 

A cacophany of voices rises out within your unconscious mind- the sounds of the spirits whom pull at your frame. They, are your ancestors, and your future. The two are intertwined within this pit, for you will carry the blood of your ancestors, and pass on the blood for those to follow in your footsteps.

 

To witness the flesh is to become enlightened. To transcribe its story is to become haruspex. Your offering- your story, begins here.

 

YOU MUST FIND YOUR ANCESTORS.

 

The voices, or their feelings, burn into your mind. You must revere them.