Lord of the Empty Throne, He Who Hungers, the Bloody King (Red/Black)
"His skin cuts swords."
"A great siege is a banquet to him; a long and terrible battle, the most exquisite delicacy."
"Nothing is truly your own. It is his, whether you know it or not."
"His laugh, a bellowing, deathly din, slices through the heavens, making them bleed."
Witches tempted by the power of flame gathered to study in the ruins of Spinerock Knoll.
"It's not a matter of deserving. It's a matter of strength. The power to hold versus the power to take."
Scourge of the Nobilis(Whip)
Fists of the Demigod(Gauntlets)
"The spirit of the flame is the spirit of change."
"The weak shall fall. The strong shall remain."
the Primordial, Bringer of Calamities, Bane of the Hunted (Green/Red/Black)
"He bears the marks of ages upon his skin, memories of dreams long dead and best left buried."
Runes of the Deus(Armor)
"Our friends of the forest take many forms, yet all serve the will of Freyalise."
"Here in Fyndhorn, where Freyalise's power is strongest, the forest has its own opinion."
"With this ritual, we cast aside our fragile humanity . . . and embrace the ancient ferocity of the undying Wild."
Walker in the Darkness, the Stranger, the Handmaiden of Twilight (Black)
"Some say she hid the sun herself, a desperate act to save it from its ultimate extinction."
"She walks among us unseen, learning from our imperfections."
"What she saw crawling upon this world repulsed her. Yet she could not tear her gaze away."
"Pick not the rotten fruit, but neither touch the best. Leave those as an offering for our unseen guests."
Hers is an ancient form of necromancy, steeped in shamanic trance and ritual that few skaberen or ghoulcallers comprehend.
the One Who Forbear, the Unborn, Lifegiver (White/Green)
"She walks among us unseen, learning from our imperfections."
"He is a ghost that has never known life."
"You pray to Freyalise, but she cannot hear your pleas. It is Tevesh Szat who will claim your soul."
"Freyalise has cleansed our bodies and minds of the plagues of Kjeldor; all she asks in return is that we keep pure our newly given home in Fyndhorn."
"Faith in Freyalise has given me the gift, not the curse, of unprecedented longevity."
As the others said, I agree with the others.
Hulking magi-mutants frenzied by religon. Not bad. It's been done but that's not a problem. The thought of an entire month without sleep is horrifying, especially when combined with the thoughts of what kind of stimulents, magical, physical, and chemical, these Samites would have to employ to achieve that without killing the subject. Not bad at all.
I agree with the others. This has merit and the basic idea is a nifty one. However I would have liked a tad bit more information other than the short quoted text. Maybe have showed a detailed account of one such transition into a Chosen, perhaps the transformation of Grysh.
A very nice idea, with good flavor text, but can use some more detail. These Samahen definately need some explanation, and is the manner of creation of the Chosen truly magical, or something pseudo-scientific? And what were the wars these hulking brutes were used in?
The core idea is solid. I might've liked to see a bit more of their combat tactics, but I think the whole benefits from the brevity.
I agree with Chaos.
I think this managed to say a lot in very few words. The very last paragraph confused me, though. If they're worth the strength of a dozen men, why do so few survive their first battle?
I agree with Mystic on this, it gives a good idea that a common language would exsist. In my world I do not have a common language but I do have a Traders Common which is a very limited form of communication existing of approximately 200 to 300 words that can be used mainly for trade and little else. Similar to Chinese Pidgin English except a bit more limited.
Nice. Straightforward and useful to compare/contrast with game-world equivalents. And i learned a few new things.
Systems (Divine/ Spirit) (Defining)
Queen of Shadows, the Dreaming Darkness, the Unseen Light (Blue/Black)
"She spoke of mystery and portent, of such unfathomable things that my mind screamed for pity."
Those who hear her go mad with inspiration
Dreams of dark nights to come are said to stir in the minds of scheming hollowsages.
"Don't look upon still waters without first breaking the surface. The korrigan will catch you with her gaze and drag you to your death."
Cinder beliefs revolve around the Path of Sorrow, a spiritual descent into oblivion. They don't mind taking others on their journey down.
Don't venture into the darkness, lest it decide not to let you leave.
Edge of the Divinity(Sword)
Helm of the Ghastlord(Helm)
"The Shamans of Marit Lage do her bidding in secret, but they do it gladly."
"Our world has not felt her thundering steps in lifetimes, but Marit Lage's presence is still with us."
"Will not the mountains quake and hills melt at the coming of the darkness? Share this vision with your enemies, Lim-Dûl, and they shall wither."
"All knowledge has its price."
"Bind me to thee, my soul to thine. I am your servant and your slave. I shall hunger for your word and thirst for your blessing. Blood for blood, flesh for flesh, Leshrac, my lord."
"Rumors persist of dark deeds performed in the depths of Soldev. When will Dagsson heed the danger therein?"
Dread Marit Lage lies dreaming, not dead.
"The mist whispers to those who know it to be more than a mundane fog."
Certain initiates into the Skirsdag cult take a vow of blindness, pledging obedience to none but demonkind.
Imorantha the Dreaming Darkness, the Unseen Light, Queen of Shadow
found in the shapes of smoke fog unbroken water she offers knowledge to those who seek her. Goddess of magic in all its forms she exacts her price in the sanity of those who would worship her. Images of a deathly pale maiden in a sauron-esque helm with a sword of pure darkness in her hand. All magic is is using the forms of her dreams to alter reality, and the day she wakes again, as she did once in the past, will see the end of the world. Her followers come in 2 different schools: Those who worship her as the Dreamer seek to wake her that she might once and for all cleanse the world of magic, while those who worship her as the Unseen seek knowledge at any price from the second most ancient of the gods.
Portfolio: Shadow, Fog, Darkness, Dreams, Knowledge, Magic, Insanity
Both orders of followers undergo a ritual whereby they're blinded and have two scars, one in each side of their face extending for about an inch up their forehead and an inch down their cheek. (Gaze of Pain) Rumors persist that the higher level priests regain their ability to see through dark magics.
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