Running of the Bulls

    As the descendants of Krug landed once more upon the sandy shores of Arcas, the ancient cries of forgotten beasts could be faintly heard as the horde of tusked figures marched back to their fortress home. Many things were on the mind of Skorkon, the journey he took to old lands forever changing him. But that day two old world relics were brought to Arcas kicking and screaming; with the help of trusted friends of course.

    Ugluk; the ancestor for which roughly a third of the Gorkil clan could trace its roots. It is this bloodline which accounts for the most skilled of it’s warriors, and the most bloodthirsty of it’s berserkers. It is within this bloodline to which an intense passion for bloodlust is unmatched even among their Gorkil brethren, who consistently suppress their urges. To be descended from Ugluk is to be rage personified, a glorious totem to savagery and violence. Only one thing could herald their rebirth; the Ugluk bulls. A breeding pair were extracted from the sparse fields of old Krugmar, from the wild herds which had been grazing there for centuries; undisturbed. Two young calves were brought back, ready to be bred once they become adults. 

    Invigorated with passion and idealistic vigor, Skorkon’Gorkil, successor to the Ugluk bloodline and Dominus to the Rex, approached his wargoth with a challenge. Not to press any demands, but to simply test his willpower. Inevitably, Skorkon lost his duel with the famed Targoth, but was not left alone. After a long chat Korgahk agreed to allow Skorkon greater freedom, a chance to truly test his newfound pride and ambitions. His ideals could live on.

DA RAGIN’ HORNZ WARBAND

    Da Ragin’ Hornz Warband was formed in response to a perceived lack of growth within the Gorkil Clan and within Krugmar in general. Their ultimate aim is ultimately to purge weakness and dishonor through general conflict; ranging from friendly klomps to torture in the case of outsiders. Their philosophy is known to them as ‘Da Dub Hornz’, representing the two pillars of their struggle, strength and growth. Strength, the sharp horn, refers to the individual’s quest for greatness. Growth, the long horn, refers to the individual’s ability to aid others on their quest. The idea is that both are directly linked through conflict and by butting heads with others you not only improve yourself but them as well. This extends to most aspects of life and even beyond the confines of the Goi, oftentimes going out on violence-fueled pilgrimages to enact this same philosophy upon the weaker races, killing the weak and antagonizing the strong.

    As inheritors of the Ugluk Clan’s legacy, Da Ragin’ Hornz continue their own customs and traditions from eras long past, including their own trials and initiation rituals. The integral variable to these customs would be the Ugluk Bull; being their main source of leather, meat, and transportation. One such tradition is known as the Zmokin’ Bezzie, a celebration following a major battle or occasion in which the weakest bull of the herd is fed large amounts of cactus and then painted green before being roasted alive in a pit with all of the warband’s members watching. Not a single piece of the creature is wasted as the uruks get high off of the bull’s rich meat.

    The trials for entering the warband are quite different to those one might expect out of joining a clan, requiring a decent amount of intelligence and brute strength to accomplish. To begin, the hopeful is handed a small calf which he must raise and feed until reaching maturity. The calf must be taken with the hopeful uruk to each of their dangerous trials, with the calf’s death marking the uruk with deep failure, their head and face painted white to symbolize this shame. First, the uruk must capture a dark creature and sacrifice them to the bronze boar, ranging from practitioners of dark magic to undead constructs. This trial both serves to represent their continued loyalties to Clan Gorkil and to express the warband’s hatred for the supreme weakness, dark magic. Once this trial has been passed the hopeful member must earn their horns, venturing out alone into the wilderness for seven days to hunt and bring back game to the Warboss. If the Warboss deems that the game is inadequate, the uruk will be allowed one more chance at the hunt. The game captured during the trial will be used for a great feast, inviting all uruks of the Uzg. This is used to represent the ultimate aim of the warband, the betterment of the orcs of Krugmar. Finally, after caring for their calf until maturity, the hopeful will be given the chance to mount it. However, they will only be allowed to be kicked off of their bull one time before being eliminated. This trial is to test the uruk’s moral character, as if they have properly cared for and fed their bull, it will have already bonded to them.

Upon making it through the trial, the orc will be scarred once more, this time with a red-hot brand to symbolize their entry into the warband.

    In times of war, Da Ragin’ Hornz will always answer the call of either the Gorkil Wargoth or the Rex of Krugmar. In these times, the warband takes on the role of elite shock cavalry, smashing into the enemy’s frontlines with their massive bulls. The Warband’s main weapons usually include axes of all sorts, however large hammers or other Gorkil weapons are not uncommon. The Ugluk warcry used by this warband are in fact not cries at all, but instead the sound of specialized horns carried into battle by each warrior. These horns were created for the express purpose of mimicking the cry of an enraged bull, stacking onto the noises of their own bulls to degrade the morale of the enemy army.

    The signature mount of the warband, the Ugluk Bull, has long been considered an endangered breed ever since the rapid decline of their clan after Vailor and their genocide by the Braduks in years prior. Despite this, the breed has been known to be particularly aggressive and strong. On average, the bulls average at about 220 cm in height with massive muscles being a prominent feature of the beasts. Socially, they are known to recognize sickly or weak newborn calves, leaving them to die as the herd continues on without them. Due to this, the breed is fully capable of surviving on their own in the wild without intervention by orcs, selectively breeding their own herds to achieve the strongest and largest offspring.

OOC: If you’re interested on joining the warband, give me a dm. Vilebranches#8810. However, atleast for now the group will be Gorkils only.

     Skorkon’Gorkil, Dominus to the Rexdom, was one of the few to converse with old Gahk-eyez as he preached upon his pedestal. As mad and delusional as the three-eyed orc seemed, deep down Skorkon knew there had to be truth in his words. But perhaps Armageddon could be avoided, the spirits he so desperately revered could be preserved for another millennia. With a strengthened resolve the elder gathered his arms and armor and set out to do battle against the Tear alongside the rest of the Descendants. If he empowered the spirits and did nothing to anger the Pantheon, his kin would continue to thrive. But first, he had to put an end to these foul magics which corrupted his Uzg.

“Da end iz nigh? Nub, da end’z end iz nigh.”

"Hrmr, diz will be fun tu peep. Let diz azh have hiz flatwizh. Da zpiritz will dezide." The young bullish figure remarks before lumbering out onto the roads.

The Stone-Faces

Actions

Population: 532

Resource Gain: 9,000 C, 4 L, 4 M, 2 F, 3 S, 0 E, 0 AE, 2 R

Stockpiled: 2,000 C, 0 M, 0 F,  4 S, 0E, 0 AE, 0 R

240 Stone-Face Raiders: T3 Melee, T1 Armor

26 Stone-Faces: T3 Melee

Unused Gear: 274 T3 Melee

[4 M] The foundries of the Stone-Faces finish arming the first generation of warriors, storing a large amount of weapons and armor for the next batch of warriors. 120 T3 Melee and 120 T1 Armor.

[10k C] In the newly colonized lands of Woodlawn, two large fields of maize are grown along the decaying urban streets.

[4 S] The stockpiled food and supplies are distributed throughout the tribe in an attempt to prepare the tribe for the prophesied ‘hardship’ this winter.

 Stockpiling everything left over as it can be stored.

[2 R] The tribe’s wise men continue their research, beginning to lay the foundations for powerful fire pots. 4/5 R for T1 Explosives.

[MOD] The Stone-Father aids his acolytes and wise men in preparing the first fire pot prototypes. The shaman’s mixture would be made up of two parts scavenged alcohol to one part molten tar. (2 S, 2 P, 2 E, 2 C, 3 I, 1 A, 3 L)

[MOD] The Headsman leads an expedition further east to explore the lands around the great ‘Skyway’. (3 S, 1 P, 2 E, 2 C, 1 I, 2 A, 5 L)

The Stone-Faces

News of the iron chamber which lay beneath the rubble and steel skeleton of the museum spread quickly among the violent tribesmen; tales ranging from trapped demons to entombed riches were told often to assuage their intense fear of the unknown. Yet the holiest of the tribe remained fascinated by his find, scribes and shamans clamored to catch a glimpse of the antique shape. An item of intense religious value due to it’s age and wisdom.

Back at the Phoenix Garden, Feenix prepares his raiding party for it’s second major expedition. His group will depart from the gardens to head further north, exploring the unknown land and scavenging for gifts from the stone trees.

Actions

Population: 527

Resource Gain: 9,000 C, 4 L, 3 M, 2 F, 2 S, 0 E, 0 AE, 2 R

Stockpiled: 3,000 C, 0 M, 0 F,  4 S, 0E, 0 AE, 0 R

180 Stone-Face Raiders: T3 Melee, T1 Armor

240 Stone-Faces: T3 Melee

[3 M] The primitive foundries of the Stone-Faces continue to churn out well-crafted spears and tomahawks, readying their men to do battle against the horrors of the wasteland. 120 T3 Melee and 60 T1 Armor.

[5k C] Large gardens of maize are grown in Hyde Park, supplying it’s new residents with a plentiful supply of tribal cuisine.

[5k C] Hunks of old world metal and anything scavenged in the new area is placed in a new scrap yard to keep up with the demands of the warrior caste.

 Stockpiling everything left over as it can be stored.

[2 R] The tribe finally begins to progress with technology, starting a research initiative in the holy site to find a way to open the large door. 2/5 R for T1 Explosives.

[MOD] Due to Red-Eagle being preoccupied, the Blood-Mother treks south, accompanied by a gathering of 50 Stone-Faces and 70 tribesmen to settle more land in Woodlawn. (2 S, 1 P, 3 E, 3 C, 2 I, 2 A, 2 L)

[MOD] The Stone-Father begins an in-depth investigation of the door leading to the stone tree’s inner sanctum. He fasts for several days beforehand, expelling any evil spirits that might cloud his thoughts before beginning. (2 S, 2 P, 2 E, 2 C, 3 I, 1 A, 3 L)

[MOD] The Headsman travels north to map out and explore the blocks surrounding the museum, accompanied by 60 raiders. (3 S, 1 P, 2 E, 2 C, 1 I, 2 A, 5 L)

The Stone-Faces

The Stone-Father stared out upon a crumbling mausoleum to the spirits of old America, a site of once wondrous mystical power now reduced to pebbles by the Great Event. It’s massive domed roof was split open like an ancient skull, allowing a great swathe of light to enter the forbidden stronghold. His visions were always correct, or so he believed. There was something ancient dwelling within, something blessed by the Relic itself.

He looked about to see a spattering of newly set-up tents and abodes, complete with scavenged furniture and hastily-made wooden walls. The people he had inherited from Wohali were truly beginning to thrive in these new lands, adapting to the strange new gods which looked down on them atop pillars of concrete. He looked up at one of the stone trees once and could have sworn he saw something move at it’s crown, perhaps just a figment of his overactive imagination or perhaps a sign from the Relic.

He nodded once to the men entrusted to him by Feenix and marched up the steps towards the crypt, his Speaker at his side yelling out words of encouragement to the high-energy raiders.

Actions

Population: 515

Resources: 8,500 C, 4 L, 3 M, 2 F, 5 S, 0 E, 0 AE, 2 R

120 Stone-Face Raiders: T3 Melee, T1 Armor

120 Stone-Faces: T3 Melee

[3 M] The primitive foundries of the Stone-Faces continue to churn out well-crafted spears and tomahawks, readying their men to do battle against the horrors of the wasteland. 120 T3 Melee and 60 T1 Armor.

[5k C] Another trade shop is opened up in the new territory surrounding the museum to sell new pieces of the old world found throughout.

[750 C] Stockpiling 1 more supply. Also stockpiling remaining caps, because why not?

[MOD] The Stone-Father is accompanied by 40 Stone-Face Raiders as they begin a much more thorough expedition into the old museum. The stone trees whisper of this sacred site holding keys to the past, and so it must be at least spiritually important. (2 S, 2 P, 2 E, 2 C, 3 I, 1 A, 3 L)

The Stone-Faces

Stone-Father ‘Red-Eagle’ in ceremonial garb.

The tribe’s Stone-Father stood at the center of the of the massive gathering, beside the raging bonfire which lit up the night with yellow sparks. Red-Eagle was Feenix’s first choice to replace their old shaman, a Tree-Father by the name of Wohali, who was thrown from the top of one of the taller stone trees. His shrieks affirmed his suspicions of Wohali being a traitor to the tribe, and so he was replaced. Feenix knew Red-Eagle would never fear judgement from the trees, for Red-Eagle had vowed himself to silence.

The wizened shaman danced around the fire as the fire danced in-turn, smoke billowing up and out to different directions. Until finally, Red-Eagle’s dance was finished and plumes of black smoke blew northward. Feenix rose from the crowd, a great commanding voice echoing forth, “The Spirits have decided, and so it shall be. To the North lay the greatest of the stone trees, objects of immeasurable spiritual value. Once we gain the favor of these greatest of trees, we may conquer and pillage all that we meet.” The headman gives an affirming nod before continuing, “For those whose legs already ache in anticipation, come. Come and claim the lands which the Relic gives to you.”

Actions

Population: 505

Resources: 6,500 C, 4 L, 3 M, 2 F, 4 S, 0 E, 0 AE, 2 R

60 Stone-Face Raiders: T3 Melee, T1 Armor

60 Stone-Faces: T3 Melee

[3 M] The primitive foundries of the Stone-Faces continue to churn out well-crafted spears and tomahawks, readying their men to do battle against the horrors of the wasteland. 120 T3 Melee and 60 T1 Armor.

[1k C] Progress begins on constructing primitive wooden defenses around Jackson Park, with several shoddy watchtowers constructed to watch for enemy invaders. 2 levels of fortification.

[1 L, 750 C] Stockpiling 1 more supply. Also stockpiling remaining caps, because why not?

[MOD] Headman Feenix and 50 Stone-Faces head north to the museum and help occupy the area for the Stone-Trees, many unarmed tribesmen come north to join them and start on piecing together their own plots of land.

[MOD] Stone-Father Red-Eagle assists 20 Stone-Face Raiders in exploring the remaining blocks around Jackson Park.

The Stone-Faces

‘Relic’ after her introduction during the World’s Columbian Exposition.

As the Stone-Faces wound down into their new surroundings, it was clear to most that the spirits had relented in their fury. Headman Feenix had seen his people fight through hordes of afflicted abominations, seen them curl up and expire from dehydration, or simply up and die from exhaustion. Yet when he saw on the horizon the splendor of the old park’s ruins, his faith was returned anew. At the top of the hill, brilliant golden light reflected off of her gilded carapace, the weathered words of her pedestal read, ‘The Re---lic’. A god of retribution truly did exist, and her name was ‘Relic’, an idol of the Old World preserved to protect his people from despair.

Feenix would clamber about his muddied home, helping construct the many lodgings of his tribe. Before long, the large mud plains were covered in many dwellings and it was clear enough that this land was occupied. After the preparations were finished, he had Red-Eagle take a small force of scouts north to examine the old world ruins which lay nearby. The mysterious domed building drew his curiosity ever since they had settled there, and it loomed forebodingly over his personal lodge on Wooded Island.

Actions

Population: 500

Resources: 11k C, 4 L, 3 M, 2 F, 2 S, 0 E, 0 AE, 2 R

[5k C] The Headman makes work on a small market district for his new stomping grounds, better facilitating the flow of trade among the Stone-Faces. One Trade Shop.

[3 M] Plumes of dense smoke rise high into the skies above the mud plains of the ancient park as the great forges of the Stone-Faces gain traction, equipping their people to defend their new land. 100 T3 Melee and 50 T1 Armor.

[2 L, 1.5k C] Stockpiling 2 S to keep the people of the tribe well-fed.

[MOD] A group of twenty or so men is sent north to scout out their surroundings and report back with findings about the giant museum which looms over their residence.

Application:

Faction Name:

The Stone-Faces

Civilization Type:

Tribals

Faction Backstory:

The Stone-Faces trace their origins back to a group of tribal raiders from the Ozarks, who hunted and stalked their native lands for centuries before angering their forest and being forced North by bark-skinned demons, according to oral tradition. The journey was long and arduous, and many of their traditions were lost in the process, but when they finally arrived in Chicago their tribal identity underwent a drastic transformation.

In the Ozarks, the Stone-Faces were often mistaken for vengeful spirits by their rival tribes due to their bark-colored camouflage, and the tribe would often use this to their advantage in combat. So, when they discovered Chicago and it was decided that the massive spires of cement would become their new hunting grounds, the tribe’s Headman symbolically caked his face in ash and dust. The tribe would abandon the spirits of the trees and instead pay respect to the spirits of the city.

For the following years, the Stone-Faces scoured the crumbling town for food and prey, mercilessly and efficiently striking down most scavengers and expeditionary forces they faced. The tribe eventually settled in the old ruins of Jackson Park, with many fearful scavengers learning to avoid the area out of fear for their lives. The ruthless guerrilla tactics of the tribe proved more than useful, yet it was clear as the years winded by that larger and more powerful tribes were being drawn to their new lands. Only time will tell if the Stone-Faces’ faith in their stone trees will be enough to repel the foreign devils.

Characters

Character 1 (Leader): Headman Feenix

Character 2: Stone-Father Red-Eagle, the Spiritual Leader of the Tribe

Character 3: Blood-Mother Sapodilla, the Matriarch of the Headman’s Family

Discord: Vilebranches#8810

Skorkon'Gorkil beats a fist against his chest in respect to the old Lur's death. "Lat 'elped mi throu da tuffezt ob tikz, Falum. A hozh bruddah agh a hozha zhomo. Mi 'opez lat getz bettah."

I like the idea of compressing the dark magic constructs into one single creature; as pale knights, dread knights, and dark stalkers were pretty similar in their previous forms. However, I'm not entirely sure that it makes sense for these three completely different magics to create the same end result of a construct.

Skorkon'Gorkil wonders how Demetrio was able to write and send a letter while being tortured and captured by Owynists. "Guezz it be mojo!"

Man, that's a sad. Have fun in Valhalla.

Bacalou Cuvier frowns as he reads the bounty, armed with only a dull kitchen knife. “The Goa have infested this one. Oh, what a fight it would be to see. Perhaps I shall go poking around for such a miracle of nature.”

lordy lordy. lore guys ought to stop gimping lore for the sole reason of 'people will abuse it'. honestly i'll +1 anything if it means getting a chance to experience creatures/magic which i otherwise took for granted. don't really get the hateboners for DK's, all of my interactions with them in the past were positive.

get rid of all of them. fleeper genocide lmao

Application

Roleplay

Name: Tikka

Race: Halfling

Age: 37

Desired role: Hunter/Contractor

Reason for enlistment: Tikka wishes to hunt many beast-things which will appease the Goa and to bathe in the glory of the hunt. It is Tikka’s hope to develop many potent poisons along this road and to be useful in discovering the many uses of the objects collected by this ‘regime’-thing.

OOC

Username: Vilebranches

Discord Tag (Example#3333): Vilebranches#8810

Timezone: EST

Tikka sharpens his spears for the upcoming fight, “Tikka is ready to make a nice powder from the bones of the Tall-things, yes-yes!”

He does a little dance.

Kaha-Nu-Buhu

The Guiding Light

  She knew that Exitius would never stop with but a single attack on her belongings. Nothing would sate him, no deals or exchange could ever possibly slow down his offensive. This was what enraged her, Exitius’ constant and never ending tantrums. The idea that she could possibly have been created by the same ever-present Over-God that had created him was simply baffling to her.

Then an idea came to the Ruby Lady.

What better way to mock such an eyesore of a sibling, than to belittle the very object of his patronage. If war and bloodshed is something to which her current pest was fond of, then she would present her own vision for warfare. One of primal instincts and natural aptitude. She knew, the art of killing was one that was intended for predators. When she designed the natural cycle, she knew that to shed blood would be to worship her and to consume another soul is to partake in her gifts.

She bore the Nacatl into existence in the far-expanses of the southern continent; and there they would hunt, kill, and feed in her name. An eternal hunt perpetrated by the most naturally gifted of her creations, and from her gifts they would take that hunt to every corner of the World-Sphere.

[4 AP] – Command Avatar

Vu’u stations himself within the Grand Ziggurat of Carda, tasked only with supplying Mamo with a small amount of his power and with ensuring the city and it’s people remain safe should Mamo fail to protect Carda from potential Venandi offensives. However, Vu’u would only intervene if the Dragonslayer were to meet his end.

[10 AP] – Create Race

The Ruby Lady creates what will likely be her last sentient creation; The Nacatl. These carnivorous creatures would be created to be astoundingly adaptable creations, capable of bearing children perfectly suited to whichever environment they currently inhabit within a single generation. Psychologically, the creatures are often aptly suited to ambush tactics, taking down far larger prey on cunning and guile alone as they stalk the western reaches of the far-southern continent.

Kaha-Nu-Buhu

The Guiding Light

  Soon the Ruby Goddess would have an influx of the damned and lost flood into her realm. Those who died in defense of her will would have to live side-by-side with those that killed their brethren in the coming bloodshed. Perhaps these ‘Venandi’ truly weren’t lost to her guidance, but at this moment none of that mattered. The children of Exitius were gathering and soon, whether it was this year or thousands in the future, they would come for her creations.

This game was not something she could find palatable. No, she would break it before they ever reached Holy Carda. In battle, there are those who fight with intelligence and those who fight with experience. Truthfully, she found both to be of equal tact, however to fight openly without either was something she found so repulsive that she could not dare to describe.

She looked through her ruby hand to be greeted with the face of her Avatar on the World Sphere, were it possible she would have smiled in greeting to her friend. Sure he was bound to her, but he was still as good company as any other. “Vu’u. I’m glad you could come. I have a task for you, good friend. To the south one can find the spawn of the war-hungry Exitius. You will temper the blade of my creations. The Nyren shall prepare their defenses and train in the arts of archery, while the Pati shall be organized as to their strengths; numbers.”

Although this would not be all, for Kaha treated her followers like her very children. Carda was her gem to those who suffered in squalor and filth, and she would not allow it to fall so easily. Out of those who devoted themselves to her worship in the Ziggurat, she chose one man. He was no priest or almoner, but instead a simple curate, an assistant. Mamo was his name.

To this ordinary man, Kaha gave purpose and unfathomable power. He was no longer bound by his flesh, instead his ichor dissipated from his corpse and materialized into the world. He was to become her holy defender, her motherly protection manifest. If Exitius were to send his dragons to face her, then Kaha would have to provide the dragonslayer in response.

[4 AP] – Command Avatar

Vu’u teaches the Pati and Nyren useful military tactics, organizing Pati into large, loosely organized hordes and teaching the Nyren the usefulness of defenses and ranged combat. Uncountable forts are to be commissioned and garrisoned in the areas surrounding Carda by the Nyren, while Pati are instructed to spend the following years to focus on building up their numbers and performing guerrilla drills in the countryside.

[8 AP] – Create God-Touched

Kaha gives untold power to a curate by the name of Mamo. To him she would give javelins of ichor to pierce a dragon’s hide and powers over blood itself to do with as he pleased. He would be her ultimate defender and with him she would give her protection. With this he would be driven by only one purpose, to protect his home and those he loves.

4 AP Remaining

Kaha-Nu-Buhu

The Guiding Light

[4 AP] – Command Avatar

Vu’u is once more sent off to meet with the Nyren of the River, aiding them in the construction of the first city to grace the mortal realm. The city would be constructed along the banks of the massive river, hundreds of dwellings and shops to propagate the fledgling society. The first marvel being the city’s massive stone walls, reaching 30 feet high and depicting engravings of epic quests and battles of their ancestors. The second and indeed the most defined landmark of the city would be a massive ziggurat in the center of the river which would serve as both a crypt and as a religious/political center, bearing massive likenesses of Vu’u and Kaha-Nu-Buhu.

5 AP Remaining

Kaha-Nu-Buhu

The Guiding Light

  Vu’u made the trek through the cold swamps which laid to the North of the Nyren. The starved screeches of the primal beings echoed through the skies, and as they looked upon him they flew to their trees in fear. As he made his way to a clearing, a large and somewhat muscular form flew to the ground, standing straight in-front of the titanic beast.

“Pati of the Swamp, I commend you for your bravery. On this day I speak to you as an emissary of your architect, Kaha-Nu-Buhu. You have attacked her most devout of followers, the creatures of the river. This is a great slight upon the Crimson Lady.” Vu’u continues, miraculously speaking their garbled and primitive language. “She is a gracious God however, as she is willing to forgive this transgression.”

The sky suddenly darkened as the Sun quickly darted behind the horizon and Vula-Marama came to a halt in the sky. Several pairs of glowing eyes within the treeline came hurtling towards the ground, their bodies slowly bloating and their screams slowly becoming more muffled as they safely bounced upon the ground. Strangely, the Pati left in the sky also came flying towards the ground as they sank their fangs into the supple flesh of the Pati-Sulu. “This is her gift to the Pati. Protect the Nyren from outside forces and you shall never hunger a day in your life.”

Then, a weapon of great power descended from the night sky and rested upright at the Pati warrior’s feet. It seemed be made of bronze, but at the same time emanated an intense red glow. The warrior stepped forth and rested his hands upon the weapon, looking up to the immense lion hesitantly. “You may take it. This is my gift to you, good warrior. Pass it along to those worthy, and allow it to aid you in your goals. Conquer, Adapt, Thrive. But never harm those whom the Guiding Light deemed worthy to praise her.”

[5 AP] – Create Sub-Race

Through her Avatar, Vu’u, Kaha-Nu-Buhu transforms nearly a quarter of the most sated of the Pati into bloated, tormented creatures known to the Pati as the Pati-Sulu. Their wings would become useless as their bodies fill with ichor, weighing them down immensely as they overflow with blood. They would become blood bags to be consumed by their kin, still denied entrance to the afterlife despite the presence of souls.

[4 AP] – Command Avatar

Kaha-Nu-Buhu sends Vu’u to journey to the swamp lands. There he would call out to the fleeting, bat-like forms. He would tell them to protect the nearby Nyren of the River, for they were chosen by the patron of these lands and creator of the Pati, Kaha-Nu-Buhu.

[6 AP] – Create Artifact

Kaha-Nu-Buhu grants a spear of immeasurable strength, Masina-I-Le-Lagi, to the strongest of the Pati. The spear would imbue it’s wielder with the ability to see any opponent’s weaknesses, physical or mental, and give them the means to exploit it. Not only this, any this, but any creatures killed with the spear would have their soul imbued into the wielder to further enhance their strength.

0 AP Remaining

Kaha-Nu-Buhu

The Guiding Light

  Sinewy wings and gnarled faces rose into the sky as Kaha-Nu-Buhu created her first true children. The Pati, the Red Lady’s children, resemble large bat-like humanoids over eight feet in height and thirteen feet in wingspan. Largely carnivorous, the Pati scour the swamps in search of prey of any size. The hold a voracious appetite and their bite is especially potent, injecting a paralyzing venom into their prey’s blood stream before using their specialized fangs to suck up vast amounts of soul ichor from their prey. Interestingly, the Pati almost never kill their prey and instead leave them alive for future feedings.

Although largely solitary, the Pati have been known to form small hunting groups to increase their effectiveness in feeding, and this effectiveness would logically lead them to create larger settlements. The Pati, having been born from the Goddess of Souls, strangely are lacking in the soul ichor that they feast upon, despite all other sentient races having an over-abundance of the substance. Due to this lacking in ichor, the Pati would be nearly invisible to the hunger of larger predators.

[10 AP] – Create Race

Kaha-Nu-Buhu spawns the Pati into the World Sphere. The strange, bat-like race would inhabit the swamps of the largest continent. The race would be inherently hostile due to their nature, carefully flying between trees and capturing their prey to feed upon at a later time.

3 AP Remaining

MC Name: Vilebranches

Character's Name: Tikka

Character's Age: 25

Character's Race:

         Halfling

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Mysticism

Teacher's MC Name:

         _Drak3_

Teacher's RP Name:

         Zafirah

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?:

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the magic?:

         Yes

Have you applied for this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

Kaha-Nu-Buhu

The Guiding Light

[5 AP] – Command Avatar

Kaha-Nu-Buhu sends her servant, Vu’u, to seek after the Vyrnen tribes residing at the mouth of the river. Vu’u’s main purpose on this expedition is to teach the Vyrnen of the River the values of consecrating the dead and also teaching them how to seek out the blessings of their ancestors.

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