Happy New Year, New Game, New Players (Finished: Dojango/Mictlan Wins!) - Page 5

Nosantee · #41 December 22nd, 2011, 02:02 PM

Tir na n'Og

Forgive some impossible things that can't actually happen in game, I'm telling a story con-sarnit!

The tide of the war had turned, and the Tuatha found themselves slowly overwhelmed. Their God having left them, blamed for the loss their faith left undone and hanging. The final retreat was forced as the Sidhe fell out behind the fleeing Tuatha. The Formorians biting at their feet every step as they forced to retreat to their frigid isle of mist.

Relief came in the form of a horned serpent, powerful beyond imagination. It came from the forrest void and spoke to them, to aide them and bring spiritual balance back to their cause. For months the Tuatha battled along side their new general whom protected them, sheltered them and brought might and fury back into their hearts. Slowly the flow began to return to them as every slither closer to them it took was like a wave of victory rushing over the people.

Horror befell the people of Tir na n'Og when the nightmare occured. Traitorous Firbolg and Nemedians revealed the secrets of their lands, weaknesses, and ways to home. Quickly surrounded the information abused, their path to retreat cut off, the Army was left in the heart of enemy lands. Soon to be slaughtered, honour determined. Giants approached with the stench of death following. Fear and panic spread, but The Serpent would not allow his people to fall. To him they turned, halo glowing and benevolence humming The Serpent raised his body. "Pray unto me and give me strength, I will return." Unaware what was to come they stared wide eye'd as their God's form faded and the world became a blur. The forest seemed to move itself around them, the earth beneath their feet carrying them.

They were back home on their blessed isle. Army intact but no Serpent in sight. Left behind to fight the Formorians with the last of its power.

Many were outraged, bereft, and utterly crushed. Others, ran and gathered the cities, all men and women. Together they forged helm and spear. Tuatha raised and Sidhe called.

The Prophet of The Scaled One rose. Mist and lightning surrounded him, a heavy wind blew and carried his words across the land to the ears of all many provinces and countries away.
"We are coming, oh Lord!"
The people cheered

Dogged57 · #42 December 22nd, 2011, 03:56 PM

How's the map search going?

HoleyDooley · #43 December 23rd, 2011, 08:06 AM

The Saga Continues......

Alvira knew he was mortal and that there would come a time when he would depart this world for the next. His long years of studies had revealed to him another possibility other than death.

Thus it came to pass that he did indeed breath his last just as his plans for the Hinnom were coming to fruition. He had however left strict instructions with his most trusted and gifted acolytes as to what should be done with his remains when the time came.

His acolytes prepared their masters remains in accordance with his instructions and thus it was that the Hinnom were not left without a God, but indeed beheld a new and more powerful version of their lord.

He pulsated with life and they could feel his power, not only emanating from him, but within themselves.

They bowed their heads in awe and wonder at his new magnificence, the Blood Lord.

HoleyDooley · #44 December 23rd, 2011, 08:39 AM

The Saga Continues......

Alvira knew he was mortal and that there would come a time when he would depart this world for the next. His long years of studies had revealed to him another possibility other than death.

Thus it came to pass that he did indeed breath his last just as his plans for the Hinnom were coming to fruition. He had however left strict instructions with his most trusted and gifted acolytes as to what should be done with his remains when the time came.

His acolytes prepared their masters remains in accordance with his instructions and thus it was that the Hinnom were not left without a God, but indeed beheld a new and more powerful version of their lord.

He pulsated with life and they could feel his power, not only emanating from him, but within themselves.

They bowed their heads in awe and wonder at his new magnificence, the Blood Lord.

Baldr · #45 December 23rd, 2011, 01:38 PM

Hey All,

I have to drop out of this game. I have recently begun planning a vacation that will put me away for awhile soon after the game starts. Sorry about this. I think you all still have plenty of time to find new person if you want.

Happy Holidays,
Baldr (Helheim)

Immaculate · #46 December 24th, 2011, 02:34 AM

switching to helheim

HoleyDooley · #47 December 26th, 2011, 11:57 AM

Groundworm, you need to change the heading, we need one more player to recruit.

Torgon · #48 December 28th, 2011, 07:53 AM

Hey,

If you're still looking for another player, I'll take fomoria.

Torgon · #49 December 29th, 2011, 04:40 PM

Where is the game being hosted? Don't see it in the initial post? Llama Server?

Torgon · #50 December 31st, 2011, 04:51 PM

Was the is price of victory? Balor and the Fomorians had defeated invasion after invasion into their once beautiful homeland. Now the land was ravaged, their people nearly destroyed. The dark magic required to defeat the vile armies of the Tuatha had interacted with the old power of the curse in unpredictable ways. Now even more of the children of Fomoria were born with horrific afflictions and monstrous appearance. The kingdom had emerged victorious, but at what price. One more such 'victory' and the blesses giants would not survive into the new age.

The sages saw the worsening of the curse and despaired, seeing it as an sign of the end of all they had fought to preserve. Only a few among them held out any hope for salvation. Balor, king of the Fomorians, was one of the few leaders who believed that salvation for his people was possible. He began a desperate search for a new power, a power that could turn aside the evil of the curse, and return the land of the giant to fertility and prosperity.

His hope was answered in a vision of a new god. One night, while walking through one of the dying forests, he heard a call. A call that brought him to a temple deep within the ancient wood. The temple was deserted, an place of magic dedicated to an old god. The god was unknown to the Fomorians, since any worship had stopped ages ago, even before the time of the Partholonians.

However, Balor heard a call. A soft urging, a hope that he could free this god from its prison. A prison constructed by an evil power ages ago in another war for supremacy. The god that called Balor was a god of healing and mercy, a power that could deliver the Fomorians from the curse that afflicted them.