Mythicality: started/closed

[Dommius]

Hices flowed into the small village, assuming his natural guise. "These men outside your walls are here to kill you, but you need not be afraid. I offer you aid in your time of need in exchange for your aid and support in the future." He smiled as his eyes glowed brighter, "So, what do you say? I can garuntee even death itself won't stop you..." he said with an evil chuckle.

 

[The Tommunist]

*Snip*

Spoiler: OCC

So, as far as i understand this post, you're gathering any people who wander from unhel to you. Just clarifying.

Spoiler: OCC

Pretty much... Uh, since you're saying you're not too fussed about S and E at this point am I able to to turn both the humans and animals I've gathered into Satyr-like creatures who like to party, play music and screw with humans now? If not I'm happy to wait...

OCC: go ahead.

 

[The Tommunist]

Hices flowed into the small village, assuming his natural guise. "These men outside your walls are here to kill you, but you need not be afraid. I offer you aid in your time of need in exchange for your aid and support in the future." He smiled as his eyes glowed brighter, "So, what do you say? I can garuntee even death itself won't stop you..." he said with an evil chuckle.

A man saunters up to you. "The names rotten, old lord thugga doesn't like us imposing taxes on the roads. thinks he'll try and stop us. Hes got another thing coming." He looks you up and down. "Yeah, we need another swordhand, come join us. We'll make it worth your while.

OCC: I'll wait for brunt before starting battle.

 

[HSIAMetalKing]

The villagers take the Conduit, and unsure with that to do with it, place it in the shrine. The thinkers of the tribes that worship you are incouraged by your praise, and build a new weapon of war, a catipult, which they use to flatten several villages, and increase thier area of control

Mek observed the crude siege weapon his savages had developed and thought that it was a horrible contraption-- nothing but a machine to throw bigger rocks than their weak bodies could manage. But he was also understanding. This is how they survive-- they fight to defend their resource or to harness the resources of other tribes. He hoped that some of them would have interpreted his message correctly-- that salvation lies in creation and not in destruction. Further, he knew that this warfare they engaged in was counter-productive-- their dispute, he gathered, was over the nature of this mighty alien presence which now existed among them. They could accomplish so much more by pooling their resources and working together-- they do not understand that many small parts must function in harmony to accomplish great things.

Mek decided that he would wait to see how the conflict between tribes progressed-- for the time being, he would allow them to fight. Mek knew that these creatures were utterly simple. He could enlighten their minds with his vast Godly knowledge, but to do so would likely shatter their perception of reality, possibly driving them insane. No... they needed to learn things for themselves.

 

[FancyfulFanta]

((Sweet!))
Sensing the time was right and having had enough creatures gathered near her The Muse set to work on creating something more interesting, much of the music that previously was only audible to her was now revealed to the people. She created a stick in her hand to conduct better and the music grew more intense, the mortals both human and bestial could feel their bodies starting to morph. Aspects of both kinds began to float in the air as their minds grew dizzy, distorted, all moving in a sort of subconscious, bizarre dance. The traits swapped again and again until the animals became more like men and the men more like animals. The Sound kept going and shaped their minds to become mischievous, fun loving and tied strongly to music before reaching a crescendo and ceasing the song, now audible for miles as the people collapsed into sleep.

The creatures varied greatly in their forms due to the different animals used but in general they had the torso and arms of a man and human-like faces with the rest that of beasts. They were a new species, one prone to mischief and celebration. Pleased The Muse skipped through them, whistling to wake them.

 

[Dommius]

A malicious grin crept across Hices' face as he looked to these men,this would be easy. Looking out to the men on the field he knew what would have to be done. (( At this point i'd ike to send a mental signal to my undead minions that are just in the clearing to have them head this way if thats allowed)) He turned to the man who appraoched him "You, what exactly is your name?

OOC: There's just thing I want to do for this guy before the fight begins if there is time

 

[The Tommunist]

amazing multicolored snip

These satyrs, these new creatures woke. The got up, their faces twisted from the angst of being turned into something new, but dance they did, they skipped behind the Muse, singing, their eyes teary from the loss of their humanity.

A malicious grin crept across Hices' face as he looked to these men,this would be easy. Looking out to the men on the field he knew what would have to be done. (( At this point i'd ike to send a mental signal to my undead minions that are just in the clearing to have them head this way if thats allowed)) He turned to the man who appraoched him "You, what exactly is your name?

OOC: There's just thing I want to do for this guy before the fight begins if there is time

Out in the forest above the valley, those possessed dead began to shuffle, about 5 of them in total, and they stumbled down into the valley.

Rotten turned to you. "If you must know" he said, leaning in, a secretive look in his eyes. My names ziah forlin iniothia-jaweh, but its a long name, and those in this are arnt to fond of the desert dwellers, so i'm called rotten.

 

[FancyfulFanta]

The Muse stopped and frowned, she heard notes that meant one thing: Her satyr-people were crying, they were sad instead of joyous at what had happened to them. This was not what she had intended, after all they were now far more interesting than humans to her ear but she was unhappy that they did not see it as a gift. Perhaps they need more... The Sound thought, desperate to make them smile while they sung and danced. Sound erupted from her fingers and suddenly a wild array of musical instruments appeared in their hands. She used her power to help them feel better and gave them a message: Use my gifts, be happy and enjoy your forest but don't be afraid to pay the humans a visit... Have fun with them and their little villages! There's one nearby. With that the being ran off faster than they could see but remained near them and the humans, listening to see what they did and noticing more gods were near.

 

[Walk227]

The Father of the Desert then gave his followers two gifts to remind them of his power. The Iniothia-jaweh received a stick able to summon a sandstorm and the Skenithi-jaweh received a pair of antler that when clashed together would call the creatures of the desert to their aid.

Feeling that now the desert would be safe the Father of the Desert headed toward the outskirts of the desert to watch for anything that might threaten the desert or the creatures in it.

 

[Dommius]

"Well Rotten, Today is your lucky day. You and your people will follow me now. In exchange for your servitude I will be here to guide along your path and offer certain... gifts."
Hices clasps his hands and pulls all the nearby shadows towards him. Grass withers and dies as small animals turn tail and run. The shadows merge as Hices widens his hands and a sickly purple glow pierces out from within the depths of the darkness. When its over, Hices holds out a weapon for his new ally.

Spoiler: Rotten's Weapon Should He Choose To Accept It

OOC: Other then having it look and glow like that, I'd like to infuse it with an essence of death. Causing wounds it inflicts to become incredibly tough to mend.

"That is not all I can do, look, to the top of the valley. Those men live no more yet are under my command. Even death won't stop you, with that out of the picture what more do have to fear?" As Hices spoke his voice became faster, his blue eyes flaring with intensity. "So what do you say? Do we have a deal?" Hices asked as he placed a hand on Rottens shoulder, residual energy from creating the weapon still whisping around his fingertips.

 

[The Tommunist]

The Muse stopped and frowned, she heard notes that meant one thing: Her satyr-people were crying, they were sad instead of joyous at what had happened to them. This was not what she had intended, after all they were now far more interesting than humans to her ear but she was unhappy that they did not see it as a gift. Perhaps they need more... The Sound thought, desperate to make them smile while they sung and danced. Sound erupted from her fingers and suddenly a wild array of musical instruments appeared in their hands. She used her power to help them feel better and gave them a message: Use my gifts, be happy and enjoy your forest but don't be afraid to pay the humans a visit... Have fun with them and their little villages! There's one nearby. With that the being ran off faster than they could see but remained near them and the humans, listening to see what they did and noticing more gods were near.

The Satyrs take up their instruments and begin to play. Many of them look happier, caught up in the music. One satyer, formerly a little girl from the village of Ishuel, at the east end of the valley, made her way back to her family. in the dead of night, she walked up to their door, and knocked on it. her father came to the door, tears and anger on his face, grieving for his lost girl. He saw her, and not realizing it to be her, killed her. The next day men gathered in the village from a dozen miles around. They would kill the beasts who had taken their family members.

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Rotten grinned. "What you want in return then" he said, eying up the blade

The Father of the Desert then gave his followers two gifts to remind them of his power. The Iniothia-jaweh received a stick able to summon a sandstorm and the Skenithi-jaweh received a pair of antler that when clashed together would call the creatures of the desert to their aid.

Feeling that now the desert would be safe the Father of the Desert headed toward the outskirts of the desert to protect the creatures that live there from the few tribes remaining in the desert that did not follow his laws.

OCC:do you want to unleash your powers on the edge desert tribes?

 

[The Tommunist]

edit.

double post.

 

[Dommius]

Hices noticed the hunger in Rottens eyes as he replied in darker tone.
"I demand your fealty to me. Your people will carry my banner as both our glory is spread across the land. The people of this world will learn to fear you and your coming. You will conquer the weak and erect shrines in my image. Sacrices will be paid in tribute to me, but at the same time these sacrifices shall bolster your army. Now I don't think thats too much to ask in return for what I can offer.... Do you?

 

[Walk227]

The Father of the Desert then gave his followers two gifts to remind them of his power. The Iniothia-jaweh received a stick able to summon a sandstorm and the Skenithi-jaweh received a pair of antler that when clashed together would call the creatures of the desert to their aid.

Feeling that now the desert would be safe the Father of the Desert headed toward the outskirts of the desert to protect the creatures that live there from the few tribes remaining in the desert that did not follow his laws.

OCC:do you want to unleash your powers on the edge desert tribes?

Spoiler: OCC

It's not any thing big just tricking hunters with mirages not destroying the tribes with a sandstorm but I guess I won't

 

[FancyfulFanta]

The Satyrs take up their instruments and begin to play. Many of them look happier, caught up in the music. One satyer, formerly a little girl from the village of Ishuel, at the east end of the valley, made her way back to her family. in the dead of night, she walked up to their door, and knocked on it. her father came to the door, tears and anger on his face, grieving for his lost girl. He saw her, and not realizing it to be her, killed her. The next day men gathered in the village from a dozen miles around. They would kill the beasts who had taken their family members.

The Sound let out a cry, a piercing note that ran out for miles upon miles as she heard what the father did and what his people were about to do. Angry tears rolled down her cheeks as she sprinted to the Satyr girl's corpse still in the mud and cradled her broken form. Why!? What have my people done to them!? Her mind raged, wanting to stop these humans from causing more tragedy and having half a mind to do so cruelly. The Muse forced herself to calm however, panic and anger was what had the villagers to take such drastic action. She knew she had to calm them but they were so enraged she was not sure she could do it. Still, the being had to try and show them the truth.

Taking up the girl in her arms she sprinted to where the men had gathered, making herself seen and heard by them. She slowed down to a walk as she saw the father and walked up to him, keeping everyone close enough to see and laid the child's corpse on the ground gently. The Muse knelt beside her and a beautiful, heart wrenching symphony passed through her lips and began to unravel her work. The beast-like features melted away gradually as her aura tried to make the people think clearly, soon the father's daughter was back to normal. The Sound stepped back for them to see and waited for a response, her fury barely under control.

 

[The Tommunist]

FFS, i'd created a uber long post then it doesnt work.

Hices noticed the hunger in Rottens eyes as he replied in darker tone.
"I demand your fealty to me. Your people will carry my banner as both our glory is spread across the land. The people of this world will learn to fear you and your coming. You will conquer the weak and erect shrines in my image. Sacrices will be paid in tribute to me, but at the same time these sacrifices shall bolster your army. Now I don't think thats too much to ask in return for what I can offer.... Do you?

He grabbed the sword, stroking it.

"Yess...yess

The Father of the Desert then gave his followers two gifts to remind them of his power. The Iniothia-jaweh received a stick able to summon a sandstorm and the Skenithi-jaweh received a pair of antler that when clashed together would call the creatures of the desert to their aid.

Feeling that now the desert would be safe the Father of the Desert headed toward the outskirts of the desert to protect the creatures that live there from the few tribes remaining in the desert that did not follow his laws.

OCC:do you want to unleash your powers on the edge desert tribes?

Spoiler: OCC

It's not any thing big just tricking hunters with mirages not destroying the tribes with a sandstorm but I guess I won't

Its up to you. Was just clarifying.

The Satyrs take up their instruments and begin to play. Many of them look happier, caught up in the music. One satyer, formerly a little girl from the village of Ishuel, at the east end of the valley, made her way back to her family. in the dead of night, she walked up to their door, and knocked on it. her father came to the door, tears and anger on his face, grieving for his lost girl. He saw her, and not realizing it to be her, killed her. The next day men gathered in the village from a dozen miles around. They would kill the beasts who had taken their family members.

The Sound let out a cry, a piercing note that ran out for miles upon miles as she heard what the father did and what his people were about to do. Angry tears rolled down her cheeks as she sprinted to the Satyr girl's corpse still in the mud and cradled her broken form. Why!? What have my people done to them!? Her mind raged, wanting to stop these humans from causing more tragedy and having half a mind to do so cruelly. The Muse forced herself to calm however, panic and anger was what had the villagers to take such drastic action. She knew she had to calm them but they were so enraged she was not sure she could do it. Still, the being had to try and show them the truth.

Taking up the girl in her arms she sprinted to where the men had gathered, making herself seen and heard by them. She slowed down to a walk as she saw the father and walked up to him, keeping everyone close enough to see and laid the child's corpse on the ground gently. The Muse knelt beside her and a beautiful, heart wrenching symphony passed through her lips and began to unravel her work. The beast-like features melted away gradually as her aura tried to make the people think clearly, soon the father's daughter was back to normal. The Sound stepped back for them to see and waited for a response, her fury barely under control.

The father dropped to his knees, cradling his daughter in his arms.
"Whhyyyyy...WHHHYYYY"

 

[FancyfulFanta]

The Muse walked away from the father and left the people to decide what they were going to do, she had changed one man's mind but the others might not be quite so moved. She went to the satyrs and waited, should the humans continue their attack then she would not be so kind.

 

[Dommius]

Hices began to laugh as Rotten grabbed the sword. His spot in this world was almost established, now to solidify it. Looking at Rotten he extended his arm outwards. Black flames shot from his hand into the being. ((I'd like to use my drain soul power at this point to drain the life out of Rotten but keep his mind intact, as a display of his fealty to me and the control that I have over him and his people. Basically, he can still think and act as he would. It's just the fact he'd be undead.))
"An excellent choice my friend. An excellent choice indeed. The price has been paid and now I shall keep my end of the bargain. The sword is yours, as is this."Hices reached inside his robes and pulled out a necklace, his symbol hung from the black iron chain. "You may use this to contact me, and I will come if i deem it necessary. Wear it with pride for it is my symbol. The symbol of your god." Hices' voice rose as he spoke, almost mad with anticipation of the oncoming slaughter. He knew many of his own followers would die, but in death is when they proved most useful. Rotten though... He would be special. Hices had made sure of this. He would need a powerful being on this land to spread his influence. He took a moment to glance out to the field where the other men gathered... Yes this would bloody indeed. Turning back to Rotten he spoke once more. "Now go. Take my blessing and cleave our enemies in twain. Let none survive! No longer shall you fear death for you are death itself!"

 

[The Tommunist]

Ok. I'm feeling sick so this is the last you'll see of me tonight.
Not much i can add to Fancifals and Dommius's posts, beyond saying Good work (To all of you as well).

 

[FancyfulFanta]

Why thank you, good night! I should probably go have my shower, heh... I'll be on again tomorrow.