Spies from the alliance and divine scrying showed that the mage-king was actually no king at all. In fact, he was seen to be more of a Steward and Servant of the people and was in fact chosen by the majority of them which was a concept that was so alien and foreign to the members of the alliance. The system of government was seen as preposterous for who would ever in their right mind allow the common man to dictate the rules of power above their station?
- On the Cataclysm by an unknown Quassian Schor circa 103 AC.
Dark things pgued me in my dreams and stalked me through my own imagination. Sharp things pierce, stab, or bludgeon me while their cruel ughter echoes in my mind. Oily tentacles whisper raspy, sweet promises as they caress my cheek, only to wrap around my neck and suffocate me as they plunge down my throat. I awoke during the night several times, filing my limbs against invisible assaints before I finally slipped into a deeper slumber.
A worker inadvertently banged against my wooden pallet, rousing me from the st vestiges of my unsettled sleep. The sves moved in silence, akin to well-trained soldiers about to embark on a dawn raid. Gncing out at the open wooden entrance, still dark before the first light of rosy dawn, I saw them arrange themselves into passably neat columns and rows, watched by our overseers.
I quickly followed suit, not wanting to draw the ire of our masters or the promised pain of my new colr. As I rose, I noticed a few insect-like creatures with double thoraxes and rge mandibles scuttling into safety from the stampede of humanity and disappearing into various holes and corners. They seemed vaguely familiar.
Making my way outside I noticed there was at least one positive; despite my disturbed sleep, I had fully regenerated all of my Status points.
Health: 105/105
Stamina: 41/41
Mana: 11/11
Falling into line, our sve drivers exhorted the benefits of hard work and the promise of pain to the zy among us. However, they cked the oratory skills and finesse of Hassan, the corpulent fat man who possessed a truly charismatic voice. Although we had been quite literally part of his captive audience, my attention had been drawn to him whenever he spoke. Listening to our sve drivers with only half an ear, I decided to cast Identify on my new colr.
Iron Sve Colr of Obedience
Durability 400/400
Something about the name of my sve colr niggled at my subconscious as we descended into the mine shafts to repeat the drudgery. During the day, while others along my line were rotated out and allowed a reprieve, I was compelled to continue working. I encountered Durhit again during my st shift, but I was so exhausted that I could barely manage a simple grunt in greeting.
So determined was I to avoid the promised pain from the colr that I practically assaulted the white rock. Throughout the day, I had carved great chunks from it with my growing Strength. I had made progress, gaining a single point in both Constitution and Strength. Fear had driven me so hard, and so good was my conditioning, that I had lost a few points of health as I had pushed my stamina to the limit from dawn till dusk. Although I did not make any gains in mining, which I did not care much for anyway, I still earned a nominal amount of experience for my level.
Taking my evening meal, Adita made sure to stack my bowl full. I sat quietly in a secluded corner. No one looked at me, and I took the time to review my character sheet.
STATUS
Calling: Gilgamesh Level 6 Acolyte of Avaria
Strength: 19
Dexterity: 13
Constitution: 27
Intelligence: 16
Wisdom: 12
Charisma: 8
Luck: 13
SKILLS & PROFICIENCIES
Pain Nullification (lvl.1)
Power Strike (lvl.2)
Endure (lvl.2)
Stealth (lvl.1)
Rest (lvl.1)
Backstab (lvl.2)
Dodge (lvl.2)
Polearms (lvl.2)
Dual Wield (lvl.1)
Critical Hit Mastery (lvl.2)
Mining (lvl.1)
Unarmed Combat (lvl.3)
SPELLS & MAGIC
Heal (lvl.5)
Rust (lvl.1)
Identify (lvl.2)
Silent Casting (lvl.1)
GIFTS
Curse of Entropy: -20% all starting attributes.
Experience to next level: 830/991
Health: 87/109
Stamina: 7/43
Mana: 10/11
