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Post by mao on Jan 27, 2020 2:18:07 GMT
After his chance meeting with Sasha, Derric decided that he in fact didn’t need to buy anything and was on his way back to Harth. Figuring the Gypsy shouldn’t return empty handed to his pet, he stopped in Viridi Forest to hunt. Derric was swift in tracking down a herd of deer, his animalistic prowess giving him a major advantage. As he knelt in the brush, bow and arrow poised for the weakest link, a sudden chill filled the air. It swept over the area fast followed by the stench of rotting flesh. The deer he aimed to kill grew in size, standing as a man would, only it grew much more disfigured. Its head faced Derric and stared while the rest of the herd fled. Derric was in shock, both intrigued yet deathly afraid of the creature before him. The man had never seen something like the thing that now charged at him with an inhuman speed. Everything in him told him to run away or face certain death, yet he was still, eyes locked with the sunken pits of the animal. As the creature closed the space, it stopped right before him, towering over Derric, hunched with its rotting face inches from his own. The Gypsy couldn’t help in admiring the creature, to what he would later realize was a Wendigo. “Get on with it then,” he growled, snapping out of his frozen state. He knew when he was defeated and this creature outmatched him in every way.
You are not afraid?
“I’ve accepted my fate,” Derric responded before realizing he could understand the cryptid. His expression changed to that of wonder, the wendigo tilted its head as if in wonder as well. Derric dared to reach out and touch a patch of the disgusting matted fur on the Wendigo’s cheek. Exquisite.
We are alike. The creature suddenly grabbed the man, the two conversing in silence before the Wendigo sunk its rotted teeth into Derric’s shoulder. He cried out in agony before he was dropped, his eyes fluttered shut as he watched the Wendigo retreat into the forest. Find the Witch. Reclaim the forest.
After some time passed, Derric sat up with a loud gasp, adrenaline pumping as he clutched his chest. He examined himself, his coat had been torn where he was bitten and the blood remained, yet there was no mark or wound on his flesh. He recalled the chilling yet euphoric experience and got up, running towards the Cave of Sighs. “Velka!” He cried once he reached the cave entrance, a new found surge of magic and duty flowing through himself.
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Post by rightasrain19 on Jan 27, 2020 2:34:43 GMT
Velka was woken from her formless slumber as she was summoned. She took the form of a young maiden with dark skin and raven black hair, dressed in a pale lilac silk gown. Her eyes glowed red as the powerful forest witch faced the intruder. So he knew her somehow.
“A handsome Gypsy at my doorstep, so to speak. Are you a gift from the ancient ones, or a treat to be devoured?” She mused, using her magic to pick him up and move him into the cave, which closed up behind him. The cavern was lit by the eerie blue light radiating off of the pool of water in the centre of the rock dwelling.
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Post by mao on Jan 27, 2020 3:19:34 GMT
Derric again felt the previous euphoria from hours before wash over him. He took her in, wondering if this was her true form or a deception. “A gift, a servant. I require your assistance. I am aware that you would need sacrifice,” he breathed as he recalled the brief conversation. “The Wendigo that roams the lands has chosen me to reclaim the forest. I understand chaos and your existence are closely related...” Derric paused to find the proper words. He felt his life was on the line while in the cave yet at ease at the same time. “I will worship you, I will make others worship you, but I need more power for this conquest.”
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Post by rightasrain19 on Jan 27, 2020 4:29:18 GMT
What an intriguing offer. Velka had not been worshiped since... well. Since Alynthia had been established as a kingdom. Her deal with Adamantia had ended remembrance of her as a deity. She released Derric from her grasp. The Wendigo had sent him? It was true, the old magics of the forest were stirring. Velka had felt it. "Tell me your name, my darling," She requested, perching upon a rock to gaze at him. What a delicious, wondrous proposition. Velka didn't care much for the forest. But she did care about power, about what she could do with an army of worshipers.
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Post by mao on Jan 27, 2020 5:19:21 GMT
Despite being released from her hold, he was on his hands and knees, all pride aside. “Derric De Maere at your service, Velka, my goddess.” He bowed his head before daring to look her in the eyes. “With the Wendigo and you on my side, there will be countless sacrifices at your request. Any non-worshipers will be dealt with accordingly.” The Gypsy nearly bit his tongue for what he would say next, but it were as if the forest creature spoke for him if not through him. “And when there a no others left for sacrifice, I give myself in any way you desire.” Part of him was still in disbelief not in her or the Wendigo, but the situation overall. There was no doubt that he would be faithful, but he would need to process all of this when he could get a chance. It all felt like a dream.
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Post by rightasrain19 on Jan 27, 2020 22:23:05 GMT
Velka smiled down at her faithful servant and touched her hand to his head. “You will be rewarded richly, my darling.” What a delicious twist to an otherwise very dull handful of centuries. Her red eyes brightened at the opportunities that this would present to her. Of course, she would never put herself in danger. She would use the mortals for her dirty work. She trailed her finger down to his chin, keeping him looking up at her. “I need you to spread the word. I will give you a blessing, one that will awe and inspire others to join you. We must make them believe I am a benevolent goddess. Which I can be, if I am treated as I ought to be. You understand that.” She bent down to his level, her lips a breath away from his. She gently used her magic, flowing it into him. “What gift do you desire? What would impress the mortals you seek to have follow you?” Of course, once they had followers, they would need a temple to practice within. Velka would bless them all, and she would punish those who fell out of line.
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Post by mao on Jan 28, 2020 3:47:01 GMT
A chill shot up to his neck the second he felt her touch, yet he felt blessed. It was a thin line to walk with these enchanting creatures as they could kill him at their leisure, but to be spared was worth the risk. Derric clenched his jaw as her finger grazed over his skin, eyes locked on the red rubies that were her eyes. I am entirely at your will. I am entirely yours. “I understand,” Derric repeated softly. As Velka came closer, he held his breath. Naturally he wanted to lean in, she was enchanting, he was in awe, he worshiped her already, but he wasn’t worthy. The Gypsy knew his place. He found a puzzled expression come across his face, unsure of what would impress others to follow. He thought hard, but it were as if she had said it all along. He had his strength. The Wendigo made him stronger, more feral, he only needed a following. “Persuasion,” he began with a nod, “I have powers of my own, but I am not much of a charismatic person. With the right words I can build an army and naturally they would look to you for hope, inspiration, even in death.” Again Derric nodded now with certainty.
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Post by rightasrain19 on Jan 28, 2020 22:21:43 GMT
"The gift if yours," she breathed onto his face, gifting him with persuasion magic. It would still only work on those who already had the desire in their hearts to do whatever it was he was persuading them to do. But it was an edge. "Find me some followers. Bring them to me, and when you are enough, I desire an altar." Velka stood, withdrawing from Derric. "If you fail me, Derric, the cost will be your life." Not that his life wasn't already forfeit. He belonged to her now.
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Post by mao on Jan 29, 2020 3:15:18 GMT
The Gypsy closed his eyes as she breathed and inhaled deeply, “Thank you, Velka. You will not be displeased.” Of course she wanted an altar, she could admire her work from her own residence. He would provide with no doubt. Derric stood, a darkness looming over his eyes. He left the caves once released, it was time to put his words into action.
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