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[Immaculate]

Helheim

Born from magic and fed upon the dead as they past through Gnipahålan, the creature was a simple bird, meant to feed upon the dead, return to its master, one of the Hanged ones of Helhanna, and there be sacrificed for the essence of the dead it carried in its gut. But for this grey headed raven, something went wrong. The spell was wrought, the ravens were woven of the mana of winds and they were sent, by the greedy Hangadrott to the place, surely, where there would be the most essence of death to feed upon, the the great stone cave of Gnipahålan where the dead passed through on their way to Hel, but then the spell began to unravel. Many of the ravens lost their way; some their mana unraveled and they became nothing at all. For a select few, they reached their destination only to be swallowed by the great cave itself or torn apart by the confused and desperate dead as they wandered through. But the grey one winged between the currents of seductive death and eluded the grasping hands of the dead as they tried to clutch, desperate, to his feathered form.

And it fed, and from the dead of this pass, it fed well, quickly gaining more essence than the spell it had been wrought from had ever been designed to accommodate. The old greedy Hangadrott who had sought to use the raven’s feast upon this sacred place was right; there was much to be gained from the essence here, much more than could ever be tamed by even those who had hung themselves to walk though the cave and return. And so the raven grew mighty and wise, powerful and cunning. Satiated finally, he returned to Helhanna and slew the caster that had wrought its form. It commanded the Vanir of Helhanna and they obeyed.

Now the grey raven has returned to the lands of men and giants, tuatha and formarians, and with it, has brought the Helheim, that they might struggle for dominance over souls of mortals. Those who spoke to the grey raven say it is a shape-changer, wise and ancient, both cruel and compassionate, its reasoning private yet cooperative and loyal.

Only time will tell what will happen of the cult of the grey raven and the Vanir of helheim.



i don't feel its as good as my sauro submission but the idea i thought was more compelling. also... my pretender is submitted. looking forward to a fun and story-filled game.

[Dogged57]

He was born among the Carnutes to a cattle herder and his wife. There was nothing remarkable about his lineage, his family, his people, except what the druids had seen in the stars. The story of the future of the Marverni is written in the sky, clear to those who can read it. This boy was destined for more than life in the wagons, and he would lead his people to greatness.

Or so they thought. The boy was kidnapped from the place the druids had taken him by fierce slave traders from the steppes nearby. He was bought and sold a dozen times, serving great men, evil men, insignificant men, and finally, a learned man. This wise scholar bought the boy to serve him in his new library hauling scrolls, manuscripts, books, and the things of wonder the scholar had collected over a lifetime.

The boy soon showed that his mind was sharp and wise beyond his years. The scholar took note of his abilities and began to tutor the boy in all of the magical knowledge he knew. The boy soon outstripped his master, and the scholar decided to free the boy and send him out to those around the world like himself, other scholars, wise men, and mages of great power.

The boy grew up travelling from land to land, learning as much as he could about the magic that he felt coursing through his veins, his legacy gifted from the stars. He eventually made himself known throughout the land as a great scholar, and then he ensconced himself in a great tower he had built to study the stars, the world, and the answers to all of the great philosophical questions that men and gods have asked. He was rumored to have stumbled onto something that would allow him to understand the inner workings of the gods and of the lost Pantokrator.

Others came to him in his tower to learn from him and about him. He maintained contact with the outside world through letters, refusing to leave the tower and his great work. His students supported his work, allowing him to work in peace with little to no distractions.

He now barely speaks to his students, sitting and staring off into the distance or at the stars for hours on end. He sits, filthy, ignoring the physical world in order to more deeply comprehend the spiritual and magical world of the gods. He is trapped in a prison of his own making, a dungeon of contemplation.

The druids never forgot the signs, never forgot the boy who was destined to rule the world. They still search endlessly for their hope, their light, their would-be god. The fate of the people of Marverni rests on their shoulders.

[dojango]

link to the map is here: http://z7.invisionfree.com/Dom3mods/...?showtopic=491