Cult of the Mad God

On the isle where the covenant with the terrors had been sanctified, the tongues began feeling restless. They feel excluded and paranoid, being the only race on the island not to have shed blood on behalf of their divine god. The other two races grow closer by the day as they serve together under a blood pact. They worry that these barbaric pygmies and violent terrors may turn their murderous rages against them if they do not find a way to be of use and a part of the community. Until one day one of them comes up with a plan, he is going to try on the crown. Odds are he will die but maybe he will be the chosen one. Even if he does die, he will bring his people into the fold. He finds this to be a good, if uncertain plan. What if the pygmies do not see this as a good enough method of joining them? So therefore he waits and contemplates.

The Terrors are adapting quick to the cult, standing guard over the crown and serving as the primary “servants” when someone unworthy puts on the crown. Others perform hunting or guard the perimeter of the island. This has allowed the pigmies to divert more manpower into other projects. The number of followers of the Path of Emotion grow regularly as they work to become more prepared for greeting any who sail out their way. The influx of population has also led to needing to harvest more of the abandoned boats and supplies in order for the communities to build dwellings quickly. Overall, it is a time of growth and change for the cult of the mad god as they incorporate a new aspect to their community.

The Empire:

Timorin has another young child to greet. Babies are cute. They have so much potential for drama. He couldn’t wait for some of the most powerful beings in existence, next to the gods of course, to go through their puberty years. Ah the destruction they ought to cause. He needed a good blessing to bestow upon the fox girl however so he strolled through the city. He came upon a weapons shop and decided he would get her one of them. Inside he picked up a great sword. Then a bow. Then a war axe. Then a spiked chain. Then a quarterstaff. Of course she would need a dagger…. An hour later, Timorin had picked out all of the weapons she would need.

“Here you go little darling,” he said as he piled weapon after weapon in front of her. “You’ll want to get some practice with each of these I suppose. I bet you are great with them. Make sure to always put on a good show so that people will remember you."

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+2 war, +2 drama. Timorin gifts Rosie with the ability to master any weapon in a matter of minutes. He also gives her a flair to match her heroism. She will never settle for clean and proper. When she goes about a fight or a quest, she will do so in the flashiest way she can, sacrificing a sure thing for something more dramatic.