Narmoth
2008-04-11, 06:30 AM
Well, the title really says it all. I'm making a god of revenge. Anny suggestions on the fluff, as I'll stat him out myself after the 2nd ed rules.
Here's what I've written so far:
The Dark Judge, The Hatebringer, The Worldslayer, Axphinthal …
Many are the names of this god, for he has worshippers in many lands and of many races.
Once a mortal warrior and great sorcerer, he aquired terrible power to slay a demon to avenge the destruction of his people. Upon slaying the demon, he absorbed the demons essence, gaining power equal to a god. He was hoping to reunite with his loved ones in heaven after this deed, but he was denied access because of his demonic power that made him immortal.
Now he sits alone on his throne of black marble in the empty wasteland that once was the realm of the defeated demon, a dark lord of revenge, the final judge of mortals and celestials, hearing everything and interveaning where no other deity will.
He doesn’t send avatars, but will sometimes descend himself to fight some great injustice. Then cities will burn and armies will be anihilated. He rages on until the other gods mass together and banish him back to his abbysal wasteland.
He will sometimes appear to a dying person that has failed a just revenge, offering a second chance for revenge by prolonging his life to the time that the revenge is fullfilled.
He might also ansver a person praying to the gods to bring somebody to justice, either by granting the person clerical powers to be albe to avenge himself, or sending one of his priests in case the person is unable to accomplish his mission on his own.
This is a part of the recollection of the great warlord Khan Rojsha of the Waladil clan of his meeting with the god, told on his deathbed to his son after defeating the Khan of Ghani:
“...and as I looked out on the burning tents of my people, the mutilated corpses of children and their mothers, of old men tortured to death for trying to fight back the invaders, my heart was filled by hate, and I swore to slay the Ghanis whenever I met them. But I was powerless, a boy with broken arms and legs nailed to a wall for the invaders entertaiment.
Then He came: a dark shadow in the full noon. A being looking like a man, clad in a dark armour of a complexity I’ve never seen forged. And his eyes burned, and all plants died where his ironclad boods touched the ground.
He ripped me off the wall, filling my tormented body with agony. He didn’t say anything, just looked in my eyes, reading my mind, my soul and judging me.
With his hands as cold as deaths embrace he laid me on the ground, and I couldn’t feel my wounds anymore. I asked him: “Are you death? Have you come to take me to the halls of my kin?”
The fire dissapeared from his gaze, and he seemd sad. And thought hes lips weren’t moving I heard him say: “I am death, and I have come for you, but not to take you away.
For your life isn’t mine yet.” And he saw my thirst for revenge, and I knew that he would aid me and that I would live until justive was done on the Ghani. And he spoke once more. “Stand up and find all who breathe still. Lay your hands on their wounds and the wouns will close. Lay you hands onthe eyes of the blind, and they will see again.
They will be your army, and you will have your revenge.”
And I read it in his eyes, that I would not die before my people was awenged, and that there would be no life for me but the revenge either.
And so, my quest over, I have to pay my last debt my son. I see him greating me now, and I will fight for him once again, when he calls me from the halls of our kin...”
Here's what I've written so far:
The Dark Judge, The Hatebringer, The Worldslayer, Axphinthal …
Many are the names of this god, for he has worshippers in many lands and of many races.
Once a mortal warrior and great sorcerer, he aquired terrible power to slay a demon to avenge the destruction of his people. Upon slaying the demon, he absorbed the demons essence, gaining power equal to a god. He was hoping to reunite with his loved ones in heaven after this deed, but he was denied access because of his demonic power that made him immortal.
Now he sits alone on his throne of black marble in the empty wasteland that once was the realm of the defeated demon, a dark lord of revenge, the final judge of mortals and celestials, hearing everything and interveaning where no other deity will.
He doesn’t send avatars, but will sometimes descend himself to fight some great injustice. Then cities will burn and armies will be anihilated. He rages on until the other gods mass together and banish him back to his abbysal wasteland.
He will sometimes appear to a dying person that has failed a just revenge, offering a second chance for revenge by prolonging his life to the time that the revenge is fullfilled.
He might also ansver a person praying to the gods to bring somebody to justice, either by granting the person clerical powers to be albe to avenge himself, or sending one of his priests in case the person is unable to accomplish his mission on his own.
This is a part of the recollection of the great warlord Khan Rojsha of the Waladil clan of his meeting with the god, told on his deathbed to his son after defeating the Khan of Ghani:
“...and as I looked out on the burning tents of my people, the mutilated corpses of children and their mothers, of old men tortured to death for trying to fight back the invaders, my heart was filled by hate, and I swore to slay the Ghanis whenever I met them. But I was powerless, a boy with broken arms and legs nailed to a wall for the invaders entertaiment.
Then He came: a dark shadow in the full noon. A being looking like a man, clad in a dark armour of a complexity I’ve never seen forged. And his eyes burned, and all plants died where his ironclad boods touched the ground.
He ripped me off the wall, filling my tormented body with agony. He didn’t say anything, just looked in my eyes, reading my mind, my soul and judging me.
With his hands as cold as deaths embrace he laid me on the ground, and I couldn’t feel my wounds anymore. I asked him: “Are you death? Have you come to take me to the halls of my kin?”
The fire dissapeared from his gaze, and he seemd sad. And thought hes lips weren’t moving I heard him say: “I am death, and I have come for you, but not to take you away.
For your life isn’t mine yet.” And he saw my thirst for revenge, and I knew that he would aid me and that I would live until justive was done on the Ghani. And he spoke once more. “Stand up and find all who breathe still. Lay your hands on their wounds and the wouns will close. Lay you hands onthe eyes of the blind, and they will see again.
They will be your army, and you will have your revenge.”
And I read it in his eyes, that I would not die before my people was awenged, and that there would be no life for me but the revenge either.
And so, my quest over, I have to pay my last debt my son. I see him greating me now, and I will fight for him once again, when he calls me from the halls of our kin...”