Tanozall
Tanozall
Tanozall, Raging Navali Barbarian - dedicated to Daestrus above all things.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Tall, Broad and muscles on top of muscles.
Body Features
Nothing interesting apart from the pallid green colour of his half-orc skin
Facial Features
a mono-brow, its the stone age....
Identifying Characteristics
Does a giant axe count?
Physical quirks
Orc like tusks on the lower jaw, and he cant raise an eye brow because he only has one
Special abilities
Swallowing potentially explosive stones
Apparel & Accessories
clothes - loin cloth
accessories - weapons, weapons, some more weapons....oh yeh more weapons
Specialized Equipment
Specializes in killing, making/repairing weapons, killing, worshiping Daestrus and killing
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Full orc mother - Maeka, Full Tribal Human father - Degotoga. Tanozall has never asked how this happened and he never will. She died during the Navali Civil War.
Raised with the teachings of the Navali and the spiritualism of both his parents Tanozall believes in death before dishonour.
His code is simple - Honour the Gods, Love your family and fight for the Navali.
Gender Identity
It is stone age....what is gender??
Sexuality
Dunno....he hasn't done anything yet....too busy killing for Daestrus to give it much thought.
Education
His parents taught him everything he knows. The Gods are to be worshipped and the tribe is to be fought for. Everything else doesn't matter.
He has a lot of self garnered knowledge regarding Daestrus and the art of killing.
Employment
You people get paid?!
Accomplishments & Achievements
I kill things in the name of Daestrus. I do it alot and I do it well. I'm still alive - that's an achievement.
He has died. Several times. But he is still here killing things
Failures & Embarrassments
I haven't had a vision, I've fallen off a cliff, I've died a couple of times now.
I ate a stone whole that could potentially explode inside of me.
I took part in the Navali Civil War and watched my mother die.
Mental Trauma
I'm fine. No, really, I am. I said I'm fine! OH GOD A CLIFF RUN!!
Intellectual Characteristics
......really?......
Morality & Philosophy
Honour the Gods, Love your family and fight for the Navali.
Kill in the name of Daestrus.
Taboos
anything seen as dishonourable
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Daestrus is all powerful. Everything dies. I kill in his name hoping to one day also feel his embrace.
Savvies & Ineptitudes
8 ball crew.....
Likes & Dislikes
Likes - fighting and killing for the Navali and honouring the gods. The taste of magic stones.
Dislikes - not fighting and not killing for the Navali and dishonouring the gods....and weak rope at great heights
Virtues & Personality perks
Honour is everything. Without it we are no better than the Elves and city humans.
Perk - taller than a dwarf....but who isn't?
Vices & Personality flaws
Quick to temper, his black and white views can sometimes make him narrow minded which can lead to conflict
Personality Quirks
Can't raise an eyebrow because he only has one. Everything seems linked to Daestrus, if you can prove otherwise he will get angry and walk off to kill something in the name of Daestrus....proving that the argument an disagreement is linked to Daestrus...
Hygiene
High-jean....wot dis??
Social
Contacts & Relations
Mother - Maeka (Deceased)
Father - Degotoga (Deceased)
Friends - Bukalasoo (Deceased), Gor (Deceased), Dhrakus (Deceased) Syr'Cap (Not Deceased)
Chieftain - Zando (Deceased)
Spiritualist - Bone Man (Deceased)
Daestrus - The all powerful God that rules over ALL things
Hmmmm....a lot of friends and family have died...apart from one...interesting....
Family Ties
Mother and father are still alive, this is rare and good :D (this is no longer true....for either of them)
My dad killed the Spiritualist of the tribe - this is bad
Religious Views
DAESTRUS!! Just Daestrus and only Daestrus....apart from the other Gods, which do exist and should also be worshipped or get all wrathed upon....like Buka climbing a tree thinking he is a bird....or Syr'Cap fighting a tribal chief after saying he doesn't believe in the Gods, and gets killed....not just a coincidence is it?
Social Aptitude
Me Tanozall....you target....you die now
Mannerisms
Does swinging an axe count as a mannerism? Or smirking before you kill someone?
Hobbies & Pets
4 new red shirts = pets? (mostly dead or escaped :( )
Hobbies - fighting, killing, making weapons, training others to kill....all things Daestrus
Speech
yes he can talk
Wealth & Financial state
Bwahahahahaha!!!
A true Navali through and through. Tanozall is a 7ft Half-Orc Barbarian who has dedicated his life to Daestrus. He spends his time honing his fighting skills and praying for more things to kill to honour his favourite God! "Death Before Dishonour!"
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Alignment
Lawful Evil
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Oi Greenie
WTF Tanozall!!
No! Tanozall! Calm down!
Put down the axe son!
omg that smell :s
Birthplace
The floor
Children
Current Residence
The Camp
Gender
Male
Eyes
2
Hair
Light Brown
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Pallid Green
Height
7ft
Weight
210lbs
Quotes & Catchphrases
Death before dishonour - not been said yet, but it will be....it will be.
A good death is its own reward.
Scum and Vengeance
With my new found pets we headed back to Busiris' home camp. Along the way we came across some swampland with pools of murky black water. As I went to take a taste Daestrus appeared saying my tether to Vulkrem could be broken with more power. Finally, some good news! This was short lived as we were suddenly set upon by VERY large lobster...things.
During this battle I happened to loose a foot along with my life...again. Thankfully my friends threw me into the murky pool (and thanks to Busiris, my foot as well). I avoided the eternal blackness of death narrowly, my foot being held in place my smoky tendrils. I shall have to be more careful in future.
Syr Cap can now turn into a Bear!! Busiris can turn into a cloud...I mean thats cool but its not A BEAR!!! BUT he did turn into a wolf! I feel like our little group is becoming more and more powerful and animal friendly. We shall have fun with these new found powers.
A spirit appears, seemingly it wants us to follow it. It looks familiar somehow but I can't quite place his face. We decide to follow it anyway. And would you believe it?! A whole group of Venumbra follwers!! (That snake like being that possessed my father), by their choice of faith they have chosen their executioner - ME.
Vulkrem and the others have other plans for them. To talk. I take Sebek and dive under the water and sneak closer ready to appear and start killing!
They do however, end up getting along with them. A shame. I was looking forward to sending them to Daestrus. My time was not wasted though. While under the water I came across a bloated corpse. Time for some fun! With the help of Sebek I dragged the corpse to the shore and made it wave at the foolish Venumbrites. It wasn't until we were fully ashore that we recognised the water logged, bloated, grey mass. He was the one we fought during the Thunder Fight. The father of Viktus. It seems his escape from us was short lived.
Turns out not that short. Vulkrem is up to his old tricks and raises the corpse back to life. A speech about death and a river of blood. Finally! Someone who understands me! Viktur joins our group. Another creature for Daestrus' plan. Our ranks are starting to grow and soon. Very soon. HIS plan will start being put into action.
The Start of the End
Finally! We arrive at the village. It's a rotten dump, no one is around. The others start slowly searching huts, walking carefully. We are not Moon Shepherds! We do NOT sneak around like timid mice! We are Navali! We are blood and war and Death! "IS ANYONE HEAR!" I bellow out my question letting my voice echo through the camp. The others look at me. I smile. I am not afraid of fighting and I'm not afraid of dying. I've already done that. Twice now. Bring on the battle, let their blood flow into the swamps!
I was not left wanting! Such a battle! I almost died at the the teeth of giant alligator, my blood brother fared just as well. Even Busiris got involved with it all! He's no Navali but he has spirit!
tug
what's this?
tug-tug
That damned tether again...but different somehow. Tendrils of smoky shadow start reaching for those I killed.
"Raise them. They are yours. By right of Death."
Daestrus? As you will it Great One. "Rise, rise those fallen by my will. Serve the will of Daestrus in your deaths!"
And one by one they do. Two warriors shamble to their feet. The giant alligator that fell to a mighty blow as I invoked the name of Daestrus starts to stir. It too rising from death. Good....GOOD!! It begins. A force made by His strength. A force to enact His will. Blood, War, Death. We shall spread across this world like a plague and consume all in His name!
The Watery Tart
Our travels through the swamps have led us to a strange structure floating atop the murky waters. A pallid green light coming through the rotting trees. I like this place. We approach with caution. Syr forges the way for us. It is good to see the unwavering Navali spirit alive inside my blood brother. Even Vulkrem storms ahead. One day he may even take Navali, if he earns it. Busiris. Busiris is bringing up the rear. Overly cautious. New to the group. He has yet to prove his worth but I see promise in his eyes. He will have to work hard and kill many to earn my approval.
We climb the steps up towards the wooden structure, there is a symbol hanging from it. Syr tells me about our tribe. We are all that is left, this symbol was on the ground, made of Navali blood. The rage...no...not rage....a blood lust! It starts to build up inside me. Something will pay for the destruction of my family. Let us find what hides here and make it bleed!
We enter and I am not impressed. An old woman sits at a table with a glowing stone in front of her. Magic? I don't trust it, or her. Vulkrem however walks in and sits opposite this ugly woman. Unfazed by her or his surrounds. This man is either getting braver or more foolish. Turns out it's the later! The fool slams a dagger into his head and then....
......
......
......my eyes open. What happened? Vulkrem. Vulkrem tried to stab his head. I tried to stop him. Tried and failed and then? Nothing. I died! If Vulkrem dies then so do I?! This damned chain needs to go! I can not serve Daestrus while I am tethered to someone with a death-wish so great that he would stick a dagger into his own head!
Syr'Cap, my brother, you saved me, us. You gave up a god stone to do it. Our bond is that great. No magic or oaths required for this bond. It was forged in blood and battle and is stronger than any force walking this world. I owe you so much Syr'Cap. I can forgive your killing of Zando. You have redeemed your honour. I shall fight with you, fight for you! My brother, I will walk whatever path you choose.
3 questions. One each, me, Vulkrem and Syr'Cap. Traded for with a skull. A good trade if I get the answer I need. "Is there a way to break this tether without dying?" The answer? Not yet. More power is needed, but soon I won't want the bond broken. Stupid watery tart. How could I ever WANT to be tied to someone else? To not have a choice in where I go? I am slave to no one!! I WILL break this chain that binds me, I swear it to Daestrus!!!
As everyone leaves she asks me if there's anything else I want. "your head" should have been my response but in my anger "if you can't break this chain then you are useless to me". I leave. But I still think about her question. It haunts me during the nights as I stand, unsleeping, unbreathing, unblinkng. What else DO I want? What is it she wants? She says she has lived a long time. Maybe too long? I want to serve Daestrus. More than that, I want to be His will made real! Next time I see her I will offer her a trade - I shall grant her death. Peaceful, unrelenting death. In return, power. Enough to break this chain. If not that then as much as she can grant me. Enough for me to be better at serving the will of Daestrus. I hope we meet again, your death for my power, a deal of a lifetime. One you would be unwise to turn down.
Poof. Splash. The hut and the tart vanish and we drop into the swampy water. I really dislike that hag...
The Day After Death
I've travelled with Vulkrem across the Western Plains and amid the trees of a forest we happened across an amazing thing. My Blood brother Syr'Cap and my father Degotoga! Praise Daestrus for saving these from a death at the hands of the Moon Shepherds.
Syr is pleased to see me but my father, probably in his grief of losing his wife and me so soon, grief stricken is claiming I am not myself. His anger is understandable but I can not risk my work going unfinished. Which means Vulkrem has to stay alive, my fathers anger is directed at him and I must intervene. The fight almost kills me again but Daestrus comes and takes us all to a weird place. It is here he gets us all to align with him in a common cause - Blood, War and Death!
Degotoga in his addled mind tries to be clever with his words when making his oath. Daestrus strikes him down. It is deserved, to try and trick the God of Death is not a wise choice. However, during his death something else worms its way into his corpse. It states it is an agent of Venumbra. I for one am not impressed. It seems that my father is still tucked away inside, being kept there by this shadowy snake.
Degotogas death was demanded by Daestrus. It is owed to him by His right! None can escape death. All things must answer to Daestrus eventually and enter his deathly embrace. This...thing, has spat in His face by denying Dego's death. I will not let this stand!
We head north towards the lake and find a curious thing. A small tribe hiding behind water and leafless trees. We approach and find out that this tribe is clever. These "walls" and water ditch are designed to keep other tribes out. Clever. They invite us in. Not so clever then. Their leader is an interesting man but the talk between him and the others bores me. A good thing I am pretending to be dying then. I am carried away to the shade, thankful to be out of the sun. Its light brings me discomfort. The snake of Venumbra sits near me muttering, asking for a chance to prove itself. I shall gladly answer that payer...later.
After some time has passed I am taken outisde the camp and left under a tree, at least I don't have to listen to the prattling of Venumbra's worm anymore. But as Vulkrem returns to the camp to leave me in peace a blinding pain shoots through my body. Such pain. Worse than anything I endured when alive! The chain that binds me tightens inside my chest. I feel the tether trying to rip me apart. This damnable link will be the end of me! Thankfully Vulkrem returns and the pain vanishes. Together then. We must learn how to exist in each others shadow....for now at least.
My tortured screams are heard from the camp and its ants come scurrying out to see what caused it. Me raised (agian) from death has their eyes wide. Their chief seems to not trust us. Can't say I blame him. Turns out Syr'Cap and Vulkrem have been discussing a plan to merge our groups together. Not a wholly terrible idea. But the chief wants us to prove our worth! This insect of a man wants US to prove to HIM that WE are worthy! HA! His death for this insult will be savoured when the time is right. But someone else's death is demanded first. He will have to wait.
A young man by the name of Busiris has been commanded to join us. We are to fight a tribe and return some trinket from the chiefs dead wife. A menial task but the promise of blood and battle and death has lifted my spirits. So we ready ourselves and head out towards the swamps.
I find that I no longer tire. I do not hunger. At least not for food. The humming demand for blood. For battle. For war. For DEATH! It can not be ignored, it will not be ignored. There is a slight than requires an answer and as his champion, I shall commit to the answer. On our travels during one night where everyone sleeps, I stand vigil over the walking corpse of my father, the puppet to the snake of Venumbra. I pray to Daestrus. Reaffirm my oaths to Him. I do this till the sun breaks overhead and as my fathers dead eyes start to open, I take the obsidian dagger in my hand.
"It is time father. Time for you to go to Daestrus. Your death has been demanded. It has been denied by this worm. As his chosen, his champion, I shall rectify this wrong. I do this looking into your eyes. I owe you at least that much honour."
I drag the blade across his throat and watch the shock register. Watch the unlife fade from them. "Go to Daestrus father. We shall meet again one day."
The others wake and look at me, the blood still warm and wet on the dagger and my hands. Syr'Cap nods - he understands. Vulkrem looks disturbed but doesn't let it affect him - he is growing more accustomed to our ways, growing stronger. This is a good sign. Busiris looks uncomfortable - he will soon learn the ways of Daestrus...or perhaps fall to them.
Finally we make it to the swamps. The fighting, the screaming, the blood! The death! Soon Daestrus!
Some who die, don't stay dead...
The silent dark I had inhabited for time beyond my reckoning was shattered by the sound of a familiar voice "You are needed once more. Your time is not at end. Your strength will become a part of us all." This voice...it is familiar to me but sounds so distant I can barely understand it.
Then pain. Blinding pain greater than any I have endured before. The voice returns but with anothers' added to it. One with strength and power so vast it's as though it is screaming from inside my soul, tearing it apart.
"My blood, to your blood!"
The pain gets worse!
"My will, to your mind!"
Why does this hurt so much!
"Your mind, to your body!"
Aaaaarrgghhhh!!
"But your soul, is bound to mine!"
.....the pain is gone....the dark starts to fade away. Slowly being replaced by a man. I know this man. What was his name? I can see the shadows around him, and inside him. Swirling with an organised chaos so maddening I almost look away. VULKREM! I know you Vulkrem and I know where this power comes from. Thank you Daestrus. I will serve you in death as I have done in life.
Then pain. Blinding pain greater than any I have endured before. The voice returns but with anothers' added to it. One with strength and power so vast it's as though it is screaming from inside my soul, tearing it apart.
"My blood, to your blood!"
The pain gets worse!
"My will, to your mind!"
Why does this hurt so much!
"Your mind, to your body!"
Aaaaarrgghhhh!!
"But your soul, is bound to mine!"
.....the pain is gone....the dark starts to fade away. Slowly being replaced by a man. I know this man. What was his name? I can see the shadows around him, and inside him. Swirling with an organised chaos so maddening I almost look away. VULKREM! I know you Vulkrem and I know where this power comes from. Thank you Daestrus. I will serve you in death as I have done in life.
The Storm to end it all
We headed out towrads New Crecsendo with the 4 1,000 stone tribals in tow. They would be initiated into the Navali properly through glorious battle! The glowing man joined us aswell and on our journey he told us all he knew about the god stones, the fight with Zando and many other interesting stories.
It had been only a couple of days walking through the hills and mountains, heading south to NC when we came across a group of people heading towards the Navali camp. The one with a large stone shield, as described by the glowing man, could only be the one who fought Zando, and it turns out we have his son! Daestrus smiles upon us today, the blood will flow, honor restored and vengeance had.
Storvo broke open the sky and his power thrashed wildly around us. He has chosen his moment well to avenge his fallen son. The men we face throw powerful magics at us and with the hinderance of Storvo's might there is nothing I can do to aid my brothers.
The fell magics of the enemy alongside the might of Storvo have found me upon my back. I am smiling and laughing, The stone shield man and his son are dead...if i am to die then I am glad they will join me. But what's this?! One of their own has called to Storvo, to trade his life for theirs! and whats more, it worked! Storvo has stolen back the lives of the 2 in exchange for the one...this must be undone, it is Daestrus alone who has the right to choose those who stand and fall!!
It seems that Daestrus has finally taken me in his embrace. I feel cold. My vision is dark. I hear the sounds of battle around me. I'm happy. Very happy. I fought even when there was no chance of success and I did not flinch away from the challenge. I did it all for you Daestrus! I am laughing. Dying but laughing and happy. I'm getting colder but a smile finds its way to my lips. My vision fades, as does the pain, as do I.
The 5 Ronin and The Shadow Man
Chaos. It was pure chaos.
How did it come to this? Zando and the Bone man are dead, and tribe is watching us waiting for the God's know what to happen. Degotoga, my father, starts talking about a New Navali. Moving onwards and upwards to forge a new path in this world. My mother is confused as am I but everything seems to calm down. Then the Blood Warriors arrive.
We try to talk to them. Try to calm them down and then the Orcs turn up too! This doesn't look good. Again we try to talk to them to calm them down and it's working!
Then Buka....why Buka? Why did you set the Orcs on fire!!
We slaughter them all, adding their heads to the fire. It is a dark day for the Navali. Today we have lost too much and gained too little. The tribe is divided, those against us have given us the task of succeeding where Zando failed. A small light at the end of an ever darkening tunnel.
My mother is dead. Killed by Orcov. Daestrus's punishment for my fathers actions towards the Bone man. Her death lies squarely on the shoulders of my father. I hope he can see his errors and turn back before it is too late.
I bring the 4 survivors of the stone tribe into the fold. They will be the new Blood Warriors and will help us acquire the Moon Stone. It is time they swore their oaths and proved themselves worthy of the lives we spared.
Illuvens light rises slowly into the sky. My brothers and I are sat around the fire, talking about how we will find the stone when a stranger appears from the shadows. This man is.....strange. He glows like freshly drawn blood. He talks with strange words that I find hard to understand but it is clear this man know things.
He tells us where the stone is, tells us he will join us. I don't trust this Shadow Man. I will let him follow us on this journey and I will learn what I can of the Gods from him. For his sake, his honour had better be greater than that of my brothers.
Death before Dishonour.
We have discussed the stone and Buka feels that the Gods have gifted him it to aid in the search of the promised land. I do not know about these things, I know only how to honour Daestrus and the Navali. We decide that this camp will be a great addition to the tribe but we need to make sure that it stays in our possession. The group of hunters will return at some point, they must be dealt with.
The group is divided. 3 of us want to try and convince them to join us and I want to kill them all...I guess they win this time. Buka and the others start preparing for the hunters return and I put some of the fallen on the spikes at the front entrance - this should put the fear of Daestrus into them!
Syr'Cap wants to challenge the hunters leader to combat for the right to rule. This is the Navali way. The rest of us are to wait across the river. It is boring but I have faith that Syr'Cap will destroy this tribal chief.
We are fools! They did what we did and we didn't even think about it! They came from the cliffs, I saw a couple heads poking up from a bush, I'll teach these sneaky bastards a lesson and threw a stick of fire at them. Hearing the screams brought smile to my face.
We were surrounded. Too many to count. Bows and arrows, spears and axe's. This does not look good. Somehow we managed to make some of them run away. Saying we are Navali always helps with this! Syr offers the choice of single combat and the chief accepts. Syr promises that we will leave them alone if he is beaten. Well, that's his word NOT mine! and if he dies his word dies with him.
The chief whispered something to one of his men before he came down. What did he say? I will never know but it could not be anything good. The others go closer to the river to watch the fight. I stay behind to watch the Whisper Man on the cliff. He has a tight grip of his spear. Whoever wins this fight the others wouldn't have to fight, so why grip his weapon so tightly? maybe he is of the same mind as me. He is ready to fight should this go bad! Good! I haven't spilt blood in a while!
Syr'Cap falls. He has said before he has no faith in the Gods and they have shown their wrath. The cliff tribals are cheering with joy, Buka and Dego rush to cross the river, they must be wanting vengeance for Syr! I AM READY!!
WHAT A FIGHT!! Syr is fine, my fathers sun hands healed him. Daestrus was with me, I could fell him guide my arm. The arrows and spears fell useless at my feet, they came charging down the cliff and each one died to a single swing of my axe. Then a blonde lad came at me. He broke my black axe and managed to hit me with his spear a couple times.
We gather the 5 survivors into the middle of camp and give them the Navalim (the choice - join us or die). One idiot says no, so I cut off his head after Buka gave me the nod. Blondie tries to punch me. This one has spirit but the woman clams him down and the rest agree to join us. Time to head home, or so I thought. Buka says we need to go north to the old lakes. We argue a bit but in the end decide to follow Buka, if he says his quest isn't finished then it isn't finished.
Nothing. Nothing by the lakes apart from some small camps, I will remember them. They can be given the Navalim later but for now we head home!
Zando. MIghty Chieftain of the Navali. Son of the God Storvo. Beaten. Beaten by the Sheep Hearders and forced to flee. He was given a vision from the Gods and failed! A coward and a failure! We return triumphant while our Chieftain lies on the floor an inch from death. His failure and cowardice will echo across the plains. The name Navali will not hold the same strength it once did. He has brought dishonour on us all.
What is wrong with Buka!! I agree Zando should not be chief but to try and kill him like this, already weak and lying down like a child! I see red and strike him down. It is not the Navali way to kill in the shadows. He has been driven mad by that damned stone! To put an end to it i swallow the thing. It can not turn the mind of my friend if it is in my gut.
It seems to have worked. Buka was tied up and after a short talk he agrees that he went too far. The stone must be cursed if it has made him forget our ways. I only hope it is not too late for him.
Now Syr and my father have lost their minds!! They have come out of Zando's yurt. Syr'Caps hammer covered in blood. It doesn't take a Dwarf to put 2 and 2 together to get 5. He has killed Zando in cold blood. Dego, father, why you killed the Bone Man is beyond me. You are a spiritual man, you and mother taught me everything I know about the Gods, killing and honour. You must have a good reason for this. I hope you can explain it to me.
I have cut Buka's bonds. Whatever happens next will be interesting to say the least. The Chieftan is dead. The wise Bone Man is dead. They suffered a dishonourable death. The reasons had better be good, for the tribe will not smile upon this. Daestrus, I pray that you keep us alive long enough to shed more blood, to end more lives in your name!
The Fall and the Stone.
We approach the birds from the cliff. My dad Degotoga says it is a good vantage point as it means we can see what is below but they can not see us! I will have to remember this.
We come upon a tribal camp, Daestrus be praised we shall spill blood this day! Buka wants to use rope to climb down the cliff and surprise the people there, it's a good idea until the rope breaks! Buka fell a long way and doesn't seem to be moving...the chosen of Illuven has fallen. We can still kill these tribals though so not a wasted day.
Dego starts climbing down as the tribals gather around Buka. Me and Syr'Cap follow, my hands on my javelin ready for the fight. My father tells them the Navali are chasing us and the stupid tribals listen to him! Dego and Syr reach the ground and go over to Buka, it doesn't look good.
Then the tribals see through my fathers lie and the fight begins!!
I can not explain what happened. Buka is alive! Alive and WELL!! No wounds!! My father touched him and his hands glowed like the sun. This must be a blessing from Illuven, there is no other explanation. Buka is truly a chosen of the Light. We have killed all the tribals that didn't flee (there was one who jumped in the river to escape!) and started to look around. Buka found a stone in a large tent and it almost killed him and us with fire! There is something strange happening and only the Gods know what.
Visions and Gods
We had a great time at the feast last night. We brought great honour with the wild pig and cat we hunted. Zando didn't seem too impressed but he is the Chieftain, it will take more than some dead animals to make him smile.
I got woke up by Syr running around and shouting, bloody idiot could raise the dead! Turns out Buka had been hit by a bolt from Storvo while he was in a tree, what's he done to anger Storvo this time? And why was he up a tree?! He's still alive but the idiot had better stop acting like a bird - keep your feet on the ground!
Buka woke up a little while ago. He seems....strange. He is talking about a promised land, darkness, Illuven...it's confusing. The Bone man said we need to go on this God Quest to find some land, so I guess we are going for a walk somewhere.
We have walked for almost a day heading in the direction Illuven had shown Buka. Not much has happened apart from spying some birds circling. This is a good sign! Where birds gather there is a good chance for food! Alas, Buka wants to avoid it because Illuven didn't show him birds. So we carry on.
We see the birds closer to us now on our right. I feel a pull to this place as though Daestrus is grabbing my arm and tugging. We see a large group of hunters leaving from that direction too. Too many to fight from what my friends tell me, I'm upset about this missed chance to sacrifice for Daestrus but Buka has finally agreed to head towards the birds! Daestrus's will has won out!
The Hunt
Me and my friends have been tasked with providing food for the tribe. We will go to the woods nearby and see if we can find us a wild pig. The more meat we bring the greater the honour!
I can't believe our luck! We found a decent sized pig and tried to kill it quickly....it ran away, can't say I blame it! We gave chase deeper into the woods and a giant cat jumped at us! I grabbed hold of it with my bare hands as Syr'Cap beat it over the head with his hammer. The tribe will eat well tonight!
(Syr has named his hammer Kitty!)
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