Re: (Desafon) The Island Chains of Perigo
The shaman grinned broadly at his Lord, prostrating himself before Desafon.
"Oh, thank you so much, Lord! This is truly a miracle! Take whatever you like, Lord, please!"
He stood back up - showing the audacity to hug Desafon - and then shouted joyous orders towards the villagers. They were to gather the crates and store them in the safest, driest place they had - the 'shaman's hut', a small natural cave-like formation underneath one of their ancient trees, where the Chief of Storms lived. The tree was said to possess mystical powers.
As Desafon watched the giddy villagers - extremely happy now that they've staved off starvation for another month or so - begin to cart crates, he saw a stranger - a light-skinned boy no older than fifteen - wandering along the beach, towards the village. This was the intruder-God, he knew.
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Max soon found signs of a village, and the distant view of people. As he began to move towards it - after drying his sword and all of the other necessities looked after - he soon saw a medium-sized, red-haired, charismatic looking man watching progress of some sort within the village.. and knew this to be another God, likely the one who lay claim to this Realm.