- This game is under the Fantasy, Medieval & Apocalyptic genres.
- The game system is Dungeons & Dragons 5e.
- The GM has marked this game as containing personal and intellectual property.
If the GM leaves or deletes the game nobody else will be able to continue the game.
Mytheas
Disclaimer : The basis of the world and religion are from the MMO The fourth coming. I played on a server for 2 years and take the liberty of using parts of this MMO for this game. I do not own any rights.The black haired woman sighted in contentment, drinking her hot spiced mead. All the reports piled up on her desk were positive, peace with the Skraugs settlements finally achieved, the Ogrimarians were laying low, while still worshipping their dark lord fanatically, the cease fire in effect with the followers of Artherk. The neutral religions were alive and well, most of the population worshipping a god or another, even the Humanists paying lip service homage to the gods.
Opening her book, she started writing, the ink magically absorbed in the tome, going to join the thousands of such notes that detailed every step of the life of the woman. Those books were precious possessions of the followers of the god of knowledge. No other human had done as much as the woman to develop this religion, outlawed for the longest time in the realm of Goldmoon. And she had her reward in sight.
The signs were there in the night sky. The alignment announcing the return of the Harbinger were manifest, and she felt like the Human race would do better than their predecessor, that had been wiped out for not following the one command of the Overgod: Pray to your gods. And humans did pray to their gods. Raising from her chair, the woman took the reports and brought them in the archives, where a newly appointed Seraph took them reverently, not daring to look at the purple eyes of the woman. She frowned a little bit at that, but let it slide. The library had been feverish for the last decade, as the time of the Harbinger was drawing near.
Chosen One? Begging your pardon, this report just arrived.
Thank you Kristal, Ill take care of it.
Chosen One it was her title in the religion, a place of great honor, but the woman had never been fond of it. After all, she was only an orphan raised by Artherkians, but she had never belonged in that circle, because of who her mother was. Mechanically, she caressed the two feathers on her simple, leather bound, necklace, one pure white and the other dark as night, as she was going back to her desk. Looking at the wax seal, she smiled. This agent in the royal court was well connected and had always delivered.
Using a tiny bit of the magic that inhabited her, she warmed up her mead, taking the cup to drink as she started to read.
The cup fell from her hand, crashing on the ground.
Oh by all the gods, no, it cant be not now . Not now not when we are so close!